No, such quick elevation from the floor to over two meters with that acceleration was not a good idea, neither was being pushed up against a hard an uncomfortable wall--and to top it off, Jim's three point five times as obnoxious because it was ten times as loud voice was invading his knocked-about mind. The only thing that very clearly penetrated through the haze was the primal Vulcan instinct to wrap his hand around Jim's throat and squeeze until that insolent human throat folded in on itself like a tin can.
Sadly, Spock only got as far as blindly fisting one hand in Jim's gold command shirt before his mind screamed at him that it wanted just a second or two more to recover without anything moving, please, if he didn't mind. He kept his eyes closed. "If you can recall, Captain," Something was pressing at his temples and he didn't like the sensation at all. His voice was soft and strained. "I was...unharmed, until now."
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Date: 2009-08-08 02:50 am (UTC)Sadly, Spock only got as far as blindly fisting one hand in Jim's gold command shirt before his mind screamed at him that it wanted just a second or two more to recover without anything moving, please, if he didn't mind. He kept his eyes closed. "If you can recall, Captain," Something was pressing at his temples and he didn't like the sensation at all. His voice was soft and strained. "I was...unharmed, until now."