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S02E25 Bread and Circuses
Their condo. Their chairs. Their sitting room. Their bed.
The kitchen. The fireplace. The shower. The study.
His possessions. His clothing. His pillow. His place.
A thick, silver ring buried in a nightstand drawer.
They were all fragments of a time long gone—ghosts and relics of the person Spock once was. They were the keys to his past and his future: the answers to all of the questions that would make him whole once more and undo the disconnect that had occurred with the transferring of his katra.
And yet, Spock had been paralyzed within this space for the entirety of the time since he returned to Earth with his shipmates… since he was reunited in this life of togetherness with Jim.
But things weren’t as they had been.
Starfleet had granted an extended leave of three months to the heroes of the HMS Bounty while their new Enterprise was undergoing its completion. However, the last twenty seven days had been anything but restful as Spock wandered the space of this condominium trying to piece his shattered existence together.
Similar to the phantom limb phenomenon that was eradicated long ago by medical advances, Spock was haunted by the constant thought that he should feel something, and yet all he experienced was the sensation of what used to be.
There was a bizarre sense that he should have been horrified at the fact that he felt nothing when he reached for one of the antique paper books that belonged to Jim, when he felt a warm blanket slip over his shoulders, when he lied in their bed and was surrounded by the scent of the man he once loved very much, when he simply existed in Jim’s presence…
His memories were the only concrete things he could anchor himself to, and they told him that these seemingly trivial situations should have elicited some form of emotional connection within him, based on past experience.
But Spock felt nothing but emptiness. It was as if the wires within his mind had been crossed and mangled, reconfigured in a way that would leave him in this state of emotional isolation for the rest of his life.
It was ironic to think that this was what he wished for when he was younger—and now, when he didn’t want it at all, it was all he had.
And then there was Jim, his bondmate, who had been much too
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