musingpadawan

Dark eyes opened and stared up at a dim, steel-plated ceiling. Pale fingers reached up to wipe the fatigue from the obsidian orbs as a creaking body pulled up to a sitting position. Odd...I don't remember lying down. Spock, the Vulcan in question, looked around his surrounding curiously as he tried to assess exactly what had happened to him. He recalled a feeling of dizziness and had asked his captain if he could be excused from the bridge for the night fifteen minutes before his shift actually ended. He remembered the look of worry on Kirk's face as his old friend did something he'd almost never done, go to bed early. Especially since he r