Even as Jim watched, something changed. It was subtle, but he had seen it before. He recognized that look from one time before, except then it had come with a hand tight around his neck and a console digging into his back. Autopilot and instinct, that look said. Spock's hands fisted at his sides, and he turned.
"Spock."
Spock was already turning, heading towards the turbolift. "SPOCK."
Fuck, fuck. Spock wasn't even stopping, just going as if his mind couldn't even hear anything around him. Jim stepped out and grabbed Spock's arm, "SPOCK!"
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Date: 2010-01-27 02:06 am (UTC)"Spock."
Spock was already turning, heading towards the turbolift. "SPOCK."
Fuck, fuck. Spock wasn't even stopping, just going as if his mind couldn't even hear anything around him. Jim stepped out and grabbed Spock's arm, "SPOCK!"