universal_charm | The Empty Space Inside My Head [ Action / Voice ]

[ He woke up to an empty bed, which in and of itself wasn't unusual. Spock got up earlier than him most days, but there was something different about it today. The bed wasn't warm, wasn't the sort of muffled from being made up so as not to wake him. He sat up and stared at the empty space, because if he stared long enough that wrongness would go away, wouldn't it? Instinctively he reached out as Spock had taught him... and felt nothing. It was his own head, his own space, his own feelings and nothing of that quiet pressure in the back of his head. It was gone and he was alone in his head, and despite himself he felt his eyes burning as he tried to keep staring and make it not true.

Eventually he noticed the PADD on the bedside, and he reached for it, turning it on and curling in on himself as he read it through misty eyes. He hadn't felt like this since Pike died, since he had lost someone so important in his life that it left a super nova inside his head, in the little universe he had constructed to show Spock when they meditated. This was why he didn't do relationships, why he didn't get close to anyone, why he knew it had to be a bad idea, and damn Spock for this and the Malnosso and all of it-!

Eventually he got himself out of bed, the immediate sadness giving way to anger - at everything, anyone. An anger he could use to keep himself moving like he had before. He dressed himself and went to the Battle Dome, claiming a room and locking it before he started up the sims. He knew, in the back of his mind, he knew that this wasn't going to make him feel better in the long run or make this not real or make him wake up from what had to be a long, terrible, cruel dream. It didn't matter though. He understood this - the lashing of fists, punching, kicking, kneeing, rolling and dodging. Understood the burn of his muscles and his lungs, the drip of sweat down his face and the sting of pain. He understood that, could function with that like he always had and let himself drift in the haze of reaction and anger. He drifted until it pulled him under and he collapsed, soaked in sweat and trembling, gasping for air.

When he had enough of himself back he grabbed the stupid little journal and opened it, keying it to voice only. He didn't want people to actually see him like this. ]

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[ There's several moments of panting - and not the pervy kind, the kind that said someone was bone tired, utterly exhausted, and possibly emotionally distressed - or scared. ]

Spock's gone home.

[ Another pause, while he debated what else to say, but what was there? The transmission ended. ]

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[ He tossed the journal aside and pushed himself back to his feet, wobbling for a minute and then shook his head and keyed up the sim again. What he wouldn't give to have a serial murderer super soldier to go after this time. ]

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He's gone...

[It isn't even a question - more like a sad acknowledgement at this point. Rudy didn't know Spock nearly as well, but he knew well enough to be aware Kirk and him were rather close. Even from a short post like that - Rudy is very aware enough to tell the kind of surging emotions that were rushing through his friend's being. Kirk didn't need to say anything else, as far as Rudy was concerned - He's sure whatever he was feeling, it wasn't pleasant.]

I'm sorry. Is there anything you need?

[This really wasn't he news she wanted to wake up to. Spock had gone home? She wanted to ask if he was sure, but she stopped herself. He would know for sure.

There's a sense of loss, as she'll possibly never get to speak to him again. She's from her universe's past and an alternate timeline to boot.]

I'm sorry, Jim.

[She doesn't really know what else to say. B'Elanna isn't the best at comforting people.]

Harry and I are going on a mission for a few days. You'll have the house to yourself.

[So maybe some time alone will do him some good?]

Tea, I think. You can read me a book.

...Do you wish space or company?

Wine, Beer, or Brandy. Or Bourbon. Name your poison, my friend, and I shall provide it.

I'm coming over. What's your alcohol of choice?

[That tone to Kirk's voice makes something inside Emil hurt, partly out of sympathy and partly because he hates seeing people he cares about suffer. In a situation like this, there really isn't anything he can do besides offer condolences and support, and that sense of helplessness just makes him feel even worse.]

... I'm sorry. Do... do you want me to come over?

[...Oh.

Grune sits very still at her desk in her room. Spock is very, very dear to her--she's going to miss him until he comes back to Luceti. It'll be a little hard to wait, but that's all right. Spock can take as much time as he needs.

But...it doesn't sound as though James is going to be okay with waiting. Not without someone to help him.]

James? Would you like me to come see you?

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I GUESS I'D BETTER GET THIS IN SINCE LUCETI IS CLOSING