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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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Indeed... your emotions were....overwhelming to say the least.
I was greatly effected. [Congratulations Spock, understatement of the century...]

I apologise for my behaviour...

I should hope you were, otherwise I have lost my touch.

[He cracks a laugh, prepared to wave it off as strangeness.]

Nothing to apologize for. I am simply that irresistible.

[Spock leans a little more into the supportive embrace... thankful that Zev has forgiven his actions and is willing to accept things for what they are.]

My thanks...

Am I correct in assuming that the Terran holiday of Christmas is coming soon? Have there been any preparations?

You are asking the wrong elf, for that. I know there is talk of gifts and holidays and questions upon questions over the journals, but I have very little knowledge of the holiday. For me winter means going door to door to make certain your neighbors are still alive.

That seems... more logical than gift giving. I am at a loss for what to share with others.

[Spock hesitates for a moment...] What would you care to receive for Christmas?

[Without missing a beat, he answers.]

A woman of fair skin and long limbs, red hair and full bosom in my bed come Christmas eve to while away the cold winter nights with me.

[A mental memory of a woman with red hair... and blood.

Spock wonders if it is the same woman that he refers to now.]

I am afraid I cannot provide you with what you want.... I can only hope that everyone else does not have such 'wishes' for Christmas.

Though, I hope you find whom you are looking for... [Spock voice is sincere...]

Everyone should wish for a good woman, or a good man, in the winter. It is so very cold and lonely otherwise.

[He ignores the memory that may have been shared, ignores whatever it is that Spock is trying to say, sincerely or not. He doesn't think about her. Not if he's sober.]

It is less who and more of a what. Not many women of red hair and a full bust int he village that care for my company- but perhaps I might weather the winter with two very fine gentlemen instead.

I... agree with you statement. However, your methods are unorthodox.

[Spock tilts his head...

...he is reluctant to ask who he has in mind....] Indeed?

And that, my friend, is why I make for interesting company. [He flashes a smirk to Spock and helps him back onto the proper path, the snow not so deep here.]

Two very fine and very handsome gentlemen I've met in the past month. Very excitable fellows.

'Interesting' is an apt choice of words....

[Spock.... does not know how to reply to that next statement.

So he opts for silence.

However, it does not take them long until he senses the familiar presence of his home...]

I believe the door should be unlocked...

You certainly haven't been bored in my company yet.

[It's a sad, sad day when Zevran allows himself to be boring.]

Were it not I would just pick the lock- but this is simpler.

[Spock completely believes that Zevran will never be boring...

Confusing, yes...agrivating? Maybe... Boring? Definitely not.

Spock quirks an eyebrow at the lock comment, but lets it slide as he enters a familiar space...]

It would seem that the Captain is not home at this time....

If you could direct me to my room at the end of the hall, that should suffice. I will not keep you...

You have been... very kind Mister Zevran.

For the last time, or at least the last I hope to have to say it- just Zevran. Or Zev. We are friends of a sort by now, are we not?

[He does as he's bid and closes the door behind them before heading down the hall to Spock's room.]

You and your captain need to remember to lock your doors. There are dangerous people in the village, after all. Who knows what they might do?

[Spock gives him a half-smile... Spock is not used to friends.]

Indeed... however, if you are referring to dangerous individuals such as yourself, then I will, as they say, 'take my chances'...
Also, when surrounded by so many who are quite capable in breaking and entering, then a locked door will not matter.

[Spock gives a sigh in relief in being in his home again... and he was in desperate need of getting clean.] I will take a quick shower... will you acquire me a change of clothes from the bedside dresser? [Spock slowly makes his way towards the bathroom...]

You might wish to get more sturdy locks in that case. Or make a habit of leaving some manner of alarm system about your home.

[The fact that he didn't was a little surprising, but then not everyone is as paranoid as he is. Once in Spock's room he pats the Vulcan's back and leaves him to fetch clothing for him.]

It certainly cannot hurt.

[What Zevran did not know, is that everything valuable was thoroughly locked away in the 'spare room' which served as his lab...

Nothing shy of strong magical beings were ever getting in there.

Spock merely nods at his comment and makes his way into the bathroom, fumbling around for the shower....

As quickly and as efficiently as he can, he gets clean, then slips on a towel.
When he exits the bathroom, he is not sure where Zevran is.... The elf is rather talented at concealing himself...mentally as well as physically.]

Zevran?

[Zev busies himself in the kitchen while Spock takes a shower- some simple soup with what he could find in the kitchen was relatively easy to make. Mostly vegetables with some crusty bread, a simple broth. Quick, easy, and ready by the time Spock is finished. He pads back in while it simmers on the stove and pokes his head into Spock's room.]

Right here, Spock.

[Spock nods and makes his way towards the general direction of the dresser....

But he smells something in the air...]

You are cooking something?

You've been wandering around in the snow, Spock. You need to have something warm to eat otherwise you may fall ill. And if I leave this house and Kirk learns I let you fall ill, he will not let me hear the end of it.

[Spock gives Zevran an incredulous look....
... are they thinking about the same Jim?

Spock would regret to say that he was not hungry.. and that eating seemed a daunting task as his coordination was not the best at the moment...

However, he was a polite Vulcan, and Zevran was right.]

Very well, my thanks to you...Zevran. [See? He's starting to use your first name!]

[Spock takes out a pair of sleep pants that the knows are black and slips them on under the towel. Then he puts on what he hopes is the matching top...]

I will follow you to the kitchen...

I will try to make my tread audible.

[He turns and does his best to keep his footfalls heavy as he walks from Spock's door to the kitchen, stopping now and then to check back over his shoulder and watch Spock's progress.]

[Spock is grateful for the noise, as it enables him to follow Zevran...

When they arrive in the kitchen, Spock manages to find his place and sit...]

You need not stay...Zevran, beyond serving me a bowl of soup. I appreciate our...friendship.

A bowl? What sort of fool do you take me for. You cannot see, Spock.

[He tsk'd under his breath and ladles out the soup into a mug before walking back to the table and setting it down in front of Spock. He takes the wrist of one of his hands and rests what should be the palm against the warm ceramic.]

You've a mug.

[Spock wraps his hands around the warmth of the mug... and almost hums in approval of the heat.

He lifts the soup up to his lips slowly, so as not to miss, and takes a drink....

Most pleasing.]

You are... a rather skilled cook.

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