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[Spock gasped into consciousness and trembled at the biting cold. It took him a moment to realize that he was no longer on a metal, unforgiving examination table... but instead laying down in what felt like... snow. Fascinating.

His senses were completely off. The current date and time eluded him due to the number of occasions he had overcome to unconsciousness in the Malnosso's care...

Normally mental orientation would not be a problem...

...However, his current state of blindness left much to be desired.

He slowly stood, categorizing his physical condition, and found that his body was not cooperating as it should... he had to lean against a tree to retain balance. He ached all over. The Malnosso appeared curious towards his Vulcan physiology.... and went to great lengths to discover what they could. Spock shivered again as he recalled what they did to him. They had started with his fingers... running tests that involved pain tolerance and sense range.

They left the brain for last. Spock was successful in keeping them out of his Katra, a mental landscape containing his links...protecting what stability and bonds that he had left after his planet's devastation. However, it was his efforts in the end that now left him blind. In their enthusiasm, the Malnosso did not realize the extent of Vulcan stubbornness, so when threatening him with his eyesight did not work... they soon lost interest.

That left him in his current state.

Concentration was... difficult at the moment. There was too much pain. His Katra called out in an attempt to help him, but he did not know how successful that was. In the interim, Spock assumed that he was back in Luceti and started to walk forward... sensing the trees around him to use them for support.
He hoped someone would find him soon... He was without his uniform, and left once again in only a pair of pants. This cold was quickly becoming too much for his Vulcan biology to withstand.]

[Feel free to meet Spock wandering, blind, and cold. He's out in the woods currently, but he'll eventually make it somewhere near the village. Enjoy~]

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[Spock is silent for a moment....Then nods..] It is well to make your acquaintance Miss Summers... though can I safely assume that you and I had previously met?
There have been individuals who have informed me that I was in Luceti before.

[Spock leans forward from the tree...]

I...I may need to be guided. [Spock hesitantly raises an arm... his hand reaching into blackness. For someone who knows Vulcans, they know that this gesture is highly irregular.]

Met? [ she asks -- lightly -- and wonders just how much she was safe to divulge. ] Previously. Sure.

[ buffy warily eyes up the lifted limb. it isn't as though she's shy; after all, she'd lived in close quarters with the vulcan for long enough. but that only ever intimated to her that such a request is a rare one.

but she steps closer and hooks her arm around his with a comradely solidity. ]

...Was it a kidnapping?

[Spock is relieved to finally be anchored to something... ]

Yes, it was. They were very...curious about my physiology.

[Spock hesitates for a moment...he needed to know if his Captain was okay.]
Do you know a James Kirk?

Jim? [ her voice flushes with a certain familiarity. ] We've also...met. Now and then.

[ buffy tries to suss out the reason for the question: ] Ah. You must be worried about him. Or -- maybe worried is the wrong word...

Perhaps... though I am mildly concerned regarding his current condition. Have you been in contact with him recently?

Me and him chatted a few days ago. Not in person, but...let's just say his condition was improved enough that he was able to ask me to dance at the Christmas Ball, a couple of weeks back.

[ ... ] Not that I accepted, of course.

Indeed? It has been my assumption that the Captain can be most convincing when it comes to forms of social interaction...

That is, unless you are already in a committed relationship.

[Spock was...relieved that Jim was well... His kidnapping would have been more tolerable if had known of his Captain's condition. It was his job to ensure his well-being after all.]

[ she's torn between embarrassment and horror. no girl likes to be reminded that one of her exes was simply an accomplished smooth operator.

so -- while increasing her guiding pace: ] Got it in one. Not that I'm so old-fashioned that I think a gal can't dance with a guy as a friend. But Jim's so...

[ this is getting weirder. ]

It's the fifteenth, today. How long did they have you?

[Her horror would only be increased if she found out the nature of the bond that Spock and the Captain now share.]

Ji.......the Captain has matured a fair amount under Captaincy. And I hope that I did not imply... [Spock shivers again from cold... ]

They had me... for sixteen days.

...A long one. Your first?

[ they'd gained one of the village paths; she gives his arm a light squeeze to warn him of the oncoming change in terrain under his feet. ]

[Spock nods in the affirmative...]

Yes... Are the Malnosso always so....cruel?

[Spock appreciates the subtle warning, and is pleased to feel that he is somewhere more 'known'.]

That's -- uhm -- a complicated question, Spock. [ it feels weird to have to explain things to him. ] Technically, the ones that took you aren't the Malnosso we know and love.

[ those last two words? heavily sauced with sarcasm. ]

Technically... yes.

You refer to the droids? They were a ...challenge. And interestingly very versed in the ways of immobilizing a Vulcan.

Nah. The -- uhm -- the people who were experimenting on you? They're not with the same Malnosso who chat us up from time to time. They're a rogue faction. A splinter cell. Traitors among their own kind. The main organization even condemns them. Or...used to.

I...see. [No pun intended. But Spock only knew pieces of this information.]

However... what do you mean by 'used to'...? [Because Spock? He will always be curious..]

The old leader. He wasn't big on the abductions. But he -- well? He died. Who knows what's going on at the top level, now.

Indeed..

It would seem that every civilization succumbs to politics...[Spock is liking the situation less and less as each day passes in Luceti..]

However... I am curious Miss Summers, would you tell me of yourself?

Me?

[ she sounds surprised. hmm. ] I don't know how much there is to know, really. I'm just...

I'm just a girl. That's all.

[ it isn't as though she's trying to actively maintain a secret identity, here. but it's hard to always be THE SLAYER first and foremost. and it's usually a good test to see if newerish folk remember reading her name in the guide. ]

[Spock was a scientist... he would not accept this answer...]

The fact that you are a female is one that I had safely assumed. I feel as though I am at a disadvantage... you seem to know about me, but I know nothing of you.

[The fact that he was testing her was of no consequence... he wanted to give her the opportunity to explain her title...]

I'm from California. I like piña coladas. And crunchy peanut butter. I'm also an avid ice-skater which would be obvious if your peepers were working, 'cause I have a pair of skates with me. Uhm...

I've been here three and a half years. Is that enough info for the introductions round, Commander? It is Commander, right?

[Spock nods...] Of course... And yes, it is Commander, but you may call me Spock.

[Spock hesitates for a moment..] I must apologize for my behaviour. I believe that meeting new people while blind has caused me to consider others untrustworthy.

You have been very kind Miss Summers...

Being kind. It's kinda this thing I do. But...

[ she pats his arm. ] I'm sorry. Your fears aren't exactly unfounded. I'm not being Little Miss Most Honest.

[Spock's mouth twitches in a half-smile... he was rather enjoying her speech patterns...
Very similar to Jim.]

That is quite alright. Everyone has a right to keep their personal lives as private as they wish.

I will question you no more.

Well. That's too bad. 'Cause I'm gonna answer you some more. Spock, we...

[ is this cruel? is this unusual? god, she's barely even told jim this much. but that's because he's jim.

spock is...spock. logical to a fault. she remembers being able to tell him many a thing without risking judgement. ]

We cohabitated. We lived together. You and me. The last you. You-from-before. You have a right to know that much.

[If Spock were a human, he may have stopped and flailed..

However, he was not a human. He processed this information... and decided to ask one more question for clarification.]

Were we in a household, or cohabiting as in.... a romantic relationship? [Because Spock could not afford to make assumptions... he did not want to hurt anyone.]

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