Star Trek One Shots

Letters to Spock

We were only kids, Spock. 

You lived on my street. You had moved from a whole other planet and I was the only one who didn't see the alien part of you. On Vulcan, you were too human and on Earth, you were too alien. 

Your control of your emotions was received as cold. And initially I made that same mistake. You weren't like the other children. You were quiet, you would observe, study; just as your culture had raised you to do. Your mother and my mother made friends quite quickly. You'd been brought over to my house and quietly, you'd stay in my room with me. I'd tell you stories about anything and everything and you would listen politely. You'd ask questions. You'd never smile. I always wished you would. 

You found comfort in somewhere you would be treated like anyone else. You even came to my birthday. You watched the other kids partake in traditions that were somehow familiar and completely foreign to you. 

"What is a piñata?" You asked me, before any of the other guests had arrived.

I explained what it was. I explained what we were going to do with it and I told you how excited I was by the colours and the anticipation of waiting for candies to fall from the sky like rain. You watched. You watched emotion and excitement and I know that day you felt something, listening to me. 

But as soon as my other friends came over, things changed a little. They didn't ask you to play. You hovered around me, though you barely realised what you were doing. I asked you to come play. You looked at all my friends surrounding you and you shook your head. But they whispered. They made notes of the alien boy with the alien ears and how quiet he was. 

You left. You didn't want to be somewhere you didn't fit in. You never saw the piñata and the candy that fell like rain. And we both know you wished you had.

I told you about it the next time you came over to my house; days after my friends had gone and the streamers had been cleared from the yard. I told you to come into my room. I told you to sit on the carpet with me and I made you wait while I pulled a little lunch box from under my bed. 

"I saved some. I didn't want you to miss out." 

You looked at me. Your eyes dug into my very soul and something passed between us. I pushed the lunchbox towards you and with a soft thank you, you took a chocolate. Reluctant to eat without cutlery, I talked you into just holding it by the wrapper. You caved. You did something just a little illogical and Spock, I'm endlessly glad you did. 

What neither of us knew was that your semi-Vulcan body reacted rather differently to mine with chocolate in your system. You were only tiny; a small chocolate was enough to make you giddy.

"I feel odd," you noted. "May... May I have another?" 

I smiled, passing you the lunch box. You took another, looking up at me. I smiled at you, and in your intoxicated state, dear Spock -

You smiled right back. 

You finished a third chocolate, your body feeling a whole new type of good and your mind feeling a little fuzzy. You reached for another chocolate. I reached for another chocolate. And in those few seconds, your hand touched mine. 

We mind melded. It wasn't intentional. For a few seconds I felt your dizziness. I felt just as fuzzy as you did. But I also saw myself from your eyes. Snippets of me smiling, staring up at the ceiling, showing you things and laughing. I saw your mother telling you not to be scared to feel. I heard her soft voice telling you that both the human and the Vulcan parts of you were more than capable of developing a little crush on your friend next door. It stopped then. I pulled my hand away and you looked up at me, your eyes, your human eyes wider than I had ever seen them. 

You stood up far too fast and threw up in the hallway, the chocolate kicking in and our mothers rushing down the hall. I sat there still in shock from seeing inside your head. 

My family moved away. I missed you Spock. You were my closest friend.  One part of me feared I'd never see you again. But fate has funny ways of bringing us together. I met you at the academy. We didn't have any of the same classes but your roommate was my roommate's brother. You seemed a little shocked to see me again. It had been at least ten years. Maybe more. 

Everything after that was a weird haze of getting to know one another again. We took a seat somewhere quiet and I told you about how much I hated where I moved to. And just like we had been in my room, you were listening. I was talking far too much and everything in the universe was good. 

I took a block of chocolate out of my bag. You didn't laugh but we both knew you were amused. You took a piece and I grinned at you, taking a piece myself. I don't remember shuffling closer to you but I was right next to you and you asked about a bracelet I was wearing. I showed you my bracelet. But you weren't interested. You wanted to see my hands. 

I've never been sure what made you touch my hand again that day. Maybe it was remembering the talks of candy rain or an intimate moment we shared far too young. But you pressed your fingers against mine, Spock, and I felt the electricity jolt through my fingers. I saw it all again. I saw your visions of me. I saw you looking at a photo of us and crying; the one time you let yourself feel longing and ache. 

I had longed for a friend who'd listen like you would. I knew I had that again when our fingers touched. A Vulcan kiss. I had seen your parents do it before. We were kissing. We were feeling and everything in the universe was good again. I gave you your first human kiss that day. I cupped your cheek and brought my lips to yours. You liked it. You liked it just as much as I did. 

We'll tell our kids this story one day. 

I'll tell them how you touched my hands and for a few seconds, I saw the world through your eyes. I'll tell them how quickly we fell in love. And I'll tell them everything I can possibly remember from when we were kids. 

Oh Spock, how I look forward to that day. 

Illogically yours.  xx 

(Author's Note) 

Thank you immensely to @thesilverbookworm for the brilliant suggestion. Something sparked, I wrote this in about half an hour. I hope you enjoy.