He stopped, froze, a cat caught in its prowl through the undergrowth. A small (but vital) sense of awareness flickered into his eyes again. Relaxing a little, Spock looked down at the hand at his arm, and then up at Jim's face. "Captain." Not quite a question. He could guess why he was fifteen feet from his previous spot at a later time.
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Date: 2010-01-27 02:12 am (UTC)