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Personal Log #2/Action Post - A Week After Amnesia Event

[Spock is sitting on his bed and he stares at the journal which is currently residing on the desk across from him.

Spock had woken up this morning and knew he was alone in the house....his Captain was gone. And he knew that he had been taken... and Spock could feel that Captain Kirk was in pain...wherever he was.
Spock wondered at the futility of putting out a community-wide announcement to see if anyone had further information on Kirk's whereabouts. Spock was also rather disinclined to leave his house considering the damage he had inflicted during the bout of amnesia... he had not left the house in approximately 3.6 days. What if he had met someone he had 'assaulted'?
Spock puts his head down at that thought...he can recall his father's lectures on privacy and using telepathy on psy-null beings...these offenses were a severe violation and punishable in Vulcan society. If his home-planet still existed he would be outcast! The crimes he committed! It only proved that as a Vulcan, he was.... a poor example.

Spock abruptly gets up and starts to pace through the room. His meditation lately has left much to be desired, though it did resolve a rather significant issue. The link that he had forc...established with Mister Lupin was familial in nature and fairly easy to control. Lupin would not have to be burdened with this as long as Spock was able to keep his shields in place.
But the meditation itself? The effects from the physical contact had left Spock at mental loose ends. The memories and emotional transference...well, it left him emotionally compromised, and the nature of the contact made it rather difficult to resolve.

Spock's pacing slowed as he considered the other encounters he had...he was a disgrace... the things that happened, the beings he took advantage of... and he will never be able to look at the couch the same again.

He put his head in his hands and sat back down on the bed...there had to be a logical resolution to this...perhaps he needed, as they say, a 'change in scenery'. He looks up and glares a little at the journal. His frustration levels begin to rise once more.
.....everything....everything about Spock has been 'unraveling' since landing in Luceti. He has not felt this exposed since he was emotionally compromised on the Enterprise...and he was ashamed then too. Spock abruptly stands once more and stalks towards the desk. In a fit of anger he slams both fists down on either side of the journal... unknowingly turning it on. The wood splinters cut into his hands, but he does not feel it. The frustration has built into a blinding rage and he manages to shout in Vulcan...]

Nam-tor nash-veh sasu t’ek’kayik sut!

[Then he picks up the bed-side bureau and throws it out the window making a fantastic display of shattered glass and the deafening silence that follows the explosion of sound....

Spock stands amid the mess and just breaths...]

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[The apparent calm that Spock held himself with was more than enough to assure Lupin of his well being. For now, they could enjoy the comfort of warm drinks and a comfortable, if untidy, apartment. Lupin took a deep sip from his own mug and huffed in amusement at Spock's childish commentary. Again, he was surprised.]

That would be the chocolate. It's sweet, but not too much...it's a pity that we don't have whipped cream for this.

[That would make a simple drink absolutely decadent.]

We can talk about anything you want. If you want to talk about what's on your mind, go ahead. It you'd prefer to talk about cake, we can do that too.

[Spock takes another drink and visibly relaxes against the couch, the half-smile still on his face.]

It would be illogical to speak of confectionery at this time.... there is simply no need. [Spock's voice reveals a hint of teasing.]

Regarding my mind... there is nothing there that holds outward interest. [Spock takes another gulp of his hot drink...making a small humming sound with pleasure.]

[Lupin huffed at the joke, amused. It was a rare thing to be on the wrong side of a Vulcan's jokes...

However, there had been comments from Spock's end that left him curious enough to wonder about what Spock had meant of their first meeting. Being familiar with alternate realities, at that time, meant to Lupin that Spock had been through a few adventures on the Enterprise's five year mission, but the comments about the planet Vulcan called a different set of questions to mind.]

Tell me a little bit about yourself, then. We've seen each other, but we haven't really shared that much about ourselves.

This is true...though to use a human idiom, it feel as though we have known each other for year. Though that is the nature of sharing stressful situations with another.

[Spock finishes his current mug of chocolate and pours himself another. Then he leans back on the couch, head back but turned towards Lupin with an odd look on his face...]

Are you sure you want he hear about me? It's not that amusing. I heard Vulcans can be quite boring.

Brothers by fire, right?

[He lifted his mug in a toast and took a deep draught from it. It was like his partners...and what he had hoped certain people in Luceti had become. Lupin drank from his mug again in an attempt displace his worries and focus on them later, at a better time.

Instead he watched Spock pour himself a second drink with the lazy smile of a cat. It was almost cute.

Almost.]

You're too smart and too curious to be anything but interesting. Remember, I've been in your head.

[He laughed at his own joke, tickled by the very idea of throwing Spock's joke right back at him.]

[Spock huffs out his own laugh and clinks his mug against Arsene's before taking another swallow.

He gives a little rumble of pleasure before murmuring...]

Sa-Kai....brother. Indeed, that is what we are. [Spock even nods in emphasis... but sloshes a bit of his chocolate. He looks at it for a moment then takes another drink.]

I am honoured that you think of me as such... I feel the same way. I am also flattered that you find me interesting. [Spock blinks at Lupin] I find you Fascinating.

You find me fascinating, do you?

[But there was relaxation and then there was behavior that was completely unanticipated. Lupin peered into his cup, mind a whirl with other questions, before he just settled deeper into the cushions and relaxed.

Lupin would keep an eye on Spock's behavior, both to monitor the outward state of his compromised shields as much as how his emotional tumult would evolve as he relaxed.]

Why wouldn't I find you interesting? I mean, you joined Starfleet and ascended through the ranks quickly until you became First Officer on their flagship, all the while honing your musical talents and becoming an accomplished scientist as well.

[It was a game of musical pings. Lupin was curious to see what aberrations that Spock would notice between their conversations and Lupin's outside knowledge.]

[....what? Spock creased his forehead... he had never once mentioned his musical ability to Arsene... and he had hardly discussed his career, but the rest could be safely assumed.]

I am curious as to where you got your information regarding my musical ability. You said that I was an icon in your universe... perhaps you would like to expand?

[Ping.]

...There was a television show, made in the 1970s. It's an old, cheesy thing that looks horribly outdated by modern standards because of the era, but it's fans were so dedicated that they helped revitalize the franchise and keep it running in syndication for years. Even in Barcelona, an ocean and a language barrier away from the country it was filmed in, my mentor found the old tapes--betamax, because he was always a technophile.

[He chuckled--oh, that old man...]

It's called Star Trek, and it's about you and Kirk and McCoy and the crew of the Enterprise on your five year mission. That's why I asked you that question when you entered our friendly abode. 'Aren't you a little young?'

[Spock stares at Lupin....

The silence is deafening and heady....

Then Spock bursts out laughing!]

A Television show? Chuckles That is a rather fascinating universe!
[Spock finishes off his second cup of hot chocolate.]

I can tell you that my universe... of some similarities I'm sure, is also completely different.

[...Vulcan laughing.

He made a Vulcan laugh.

Lupin wasn't sure what to make of this as he stared at Spock in his bewilderment and drained his mug.]

...How different?

[Spock filled his mug again and Arsene's as he waved off his question....]

Of course it's different. It's a TV show, not real life. The fact that I met an alternate version of myself from another timeline proves the diversity that exists out there. My alternate self also told me that he met...quite a few different timelines... he said it was most fascinating.

[Spock turns somber once more....]

Though it would seem that my Universe is also fairly different... because to far mine is the only one where Vulcan no longer exists... My mother and 98% of the Vulcan population was destroyed in a matter of moments....
Students from starfleet Academy.... 74% of the graduating class joined the fleet in response to Vulcan's distress call, and they were destroyed as well..... [Spock took another swallow of his drink... ]

[Of course. It was a TV show. There were bound to be some embellishments...]

[But the talk of meeting his 'alternate self' stayed any laughter , as did the talk of timelines--]

[--Any hint of amusement suddenly died when the light shut off behind Spock's eyes. His mother, Amanda, and the entire planet...

He drank deeply from his mug, no longer noticing the warmth or the sweetness. His mind was off in a galaxy far away, recalling memories that weren't his but the Commander's. Alderaan was his only analogue, and he recalled the sheer shock and disbelief felt when he heard the news. It was more than a building or a city, but planet and--

genocide.

If there was ever a man who needed a drink...]

[Lupin set his mug down on the coffee table with a heavy clak, suddenly not wanting the comfort it provided. He was ill, yes, but Spock had a damn good reason for his current state of emotional turmoil. No amount of mental shielding would have contained this problem for long.]

Spock, I--

--I'm sorry.

[It was lame, and paltry in comparison to all of the grief and sorrow that Spock held behind that pedantically cool demeanor. He had no words, and indeed could barely process the sheer depth of it.

Spock needed a drink. Lupin needed a smoke. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his Gitanes, his personal favorite brand and a bittersweet gift from Fujiko back in July...

After that infiltration plan. After he died.

It was the only pack that Fujiko had seen in Luceti during her two year residence, and it was only the third cigarette that had been used so far. The other two were shared between Lupin and Law as they debriefed each other after a hard battle won, but not without casualties.

He could air out the apartment later. Fujiko would understand. For now, he wanted the heady smoke more than the rich chocolate.]

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[....curious, very curious. Spock could feel a numbing sensation in his extremities...though it was not a negative sensation..merely curious. And Spock could feel that he had made Arsene sad...
He'll just have to cheer him up.]

[Spock leaned close and put his head on Lupin's shoulder...]

Do not be sad Sa-Kai. [Spock playfully smacks Lupin on the chest before moving to gather their tray...]

I will get us more hot chocolate so we can be done with this sad business. [Spock wobbles a bit upon standing, though he manages to regain his ground before moving to the door with a stupid grin on his face.]

[The sudden affection set alarm bells off in Lupin's head, more so than the weight of Spock's head on his shoulder and the playful smack. Lupin stood--too fast, but he could manage--and reached out to grab Spock's arm.

He recognized this behavior, and wondered if he should write it off as the oddities of non-human anatomy.]

I don't think we need anymore hot chocolate, Spock. Dinner might be a good idea. You hungry?

[He pulled at Spock's arm, insistent. Lupin was going to make note of this for his contacts in the medical field when the night was over, so that the records kept in the dome could be updated with further details.]

[Spock looks at Lupin and blinks, his goofy smile still in place...]

Negative, I am not in need of any substance...sutinance? Sustenance! [Spock looks really please with himself for finding the right word.]

Though perhaps we can ingulde in the 'comfort-food' which you spoke of? [A small frown creased his eyebrows..] Why no more hot chocolate Sa-Kai?

...Because you're a lightweight.

[Lupin shook his head at the confirmation of his suspicions. Chocolate would need to be moderated in the future, if this was the case. He pulled at Spock's arm once more, now leading the way to the communal kitchen himself.]

Making your...Plomeek soup might be a little complicated right now, but I can make us some grilled cheese. You can eat cheese, right?

[Spock chuckles lightly as he is dragged around by Lupin...]

But I'm not a lightweight...my higher bone density gives me a weight which is heavier than most beings in my height class....

Cheese? I can eat cheese. My mother was rather fond of cheese, and though we did not have it on Vulcan, my father would bring special foods back from earth for her... I was able to sample these on occasion.

[Spock starts to playfully tug at the sleeve of Arsene's jacket....]

[Lupin was torn between laughter and surprise--naturally, he laughed. Hysterically.]

It's not about your weight but your stamina. Have you ever seen what happens to a man when he likes his bourbon too much?

[It was a rhetorical question.]

We're getting you some grilled cheese. That might help you understand.

[Spock gives him a blank look before smiling again...]

You humans are so illogical.... you never seem to mean what you say.
[Spock does not know that it's a rhetorical question...] I am not sure. But I have experienced several human males when they have consumed too much alcohol...one Doctor McCoy for one...my Captain for another... and especially our Chief engineer.... [Spock leans forward conspiratorially and lifts his finger in a 'shushing' motion...] Don't tell anyone, but he has an illegal distillery set up in the engine room... very unprofessional... but I let it go because I don't want the crew to dislike me more than they seem to.

[Spock drapes his arm around Lupin's shoulder...] Sa-Kai... you are most generous, I am most privlaged...prividly.... pri-vil-eged to have met you...

How do you grill cheese?

[Lupin let the rambling explanation roll off him easily as he guided them into the kitchen, undeterred by the commentary. He faltered for a breath when Spock leaned on him, but he quickly reoriented himself underneath. If nothing else, Spock's relative height was helpful as a guide...]

Think nothing of it. This is what friends do. Now--sit.

[He pointed at the table and chairs.]

I'll show you how to make the sandwiches, but we need the ingredients first.

I can~

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