The idea is simple – write a stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt.
This week’s prompt is to write a post based upon the word “BODY”.
As it turns out, I had just written a passage for my Star Trek:TOS/Enterprise crossover fan fiction novel-in-progress, Perchance to Dream, that ties in with this theme. Since I’m participating in the CampNaNoWriMo challenge this month, I decided to share it.
Yes. In case you didn’t know it yet, I am a quietly rabid Trekkie with a decades-long obsession for the green-blooded, pointy-eared type.
A bit of scene-setting. Spock, a child of seven, has just overheard his human mother losing her temper with his Vulcan father. Already upset by the arranged marriage his father had imposed on him, he attempts to both give and receive comfort.
She nearly ran down the hall that led to her study, but she didn’t make it before the tears broke loose in a gasping, choked sob, harsh and echoing in the space-
“Mother. I meant no intrusion, and I ask forgiveness.” Spock was sitting on the chaise lounge in the window corner, his knees pulled up to his chest, and a fuschia silk pillow wedged between his clenched arms and his shaking body. He stared at her with wide and unblinking eyes, his bangs, too long, flopping over them, but obscuring none of his fear and pain. Despite all this evidence that he, too, was in emotional turmoil, his voice was calm, his ingrained Vulcan civility automatic and scripted.
“You’re not intruding, Spock.” She asked the question, even though it was illogical when she knew the answer already. “You heard?”
He ducked his head. “I did not mean to -“
Amanda smiled at her serious son. A human child might have denied, or brazened through as though he felt no guilt. Not Spock. “You could hardly have helped it.” She went to him and asked, “May I sit beside you?”
“It is your room.” He said it as though maybe he honestly thought she’d forgotten; how like his father he was. But as she sat beside him, unconsciously echoing his position, and looked at their pillows in their arms, she realized what had become harder and harder to see as he grew older- he was also very much like her, in some ways.
“I would love a hug,” she said, very softly, almost as though she were talking to herself. She knew that it might be uncomfortable for him, and she didn’t want to put him in the position of needing to refuse an actual request. But some maternal instinct said that Spock was hugging the pillow in lieu of an embrace he’d decided he was too grown for. With all he’d been through, these last weeks, he had every right to be clinging to his mother for dear life.
She didn’t repeat the statement; Sarek insisted that Spock stop to consider before he spoke; Spock, with the human impulse to blurt a part of his genetic birthright, struggled mightily to comply. She wouldn’t make that even harder by giving in to her own impatience.
It took about three minutes, and then, it was still a matter of slow stages, as though he couldn’t or wouldn’t just allow himself to fall into her arms the way he had before the Kahswan matured him. No, this was a very gradual relaxing, a leaning in, a creeping of one arm around her waist, and then his head settling upon her shoulder – not her breast, as it had been, but her shoulder. He said nothing, but their breath left them together in a contented sigh. Amanda let the silence be, for now. She thought Vulcans dwelt far more often in silence than this child could ever tolerate, but he still seemed to need far more of it than she did.
“You are – very angry – with Father.” Soft- almost too soft for her to hear it; his ears were far more discerning than hers, a gift from his father. And the pause, that said that he was attempting to label her emotion, and not quite sure of it. Vulcan discipline didn’t encourage giving emotions enough attention and energy to identify them – they were meant to be purged or suppressed through meditation, so that peace could be found in their absence.
I hope you enjoyed my SoCS offering for this week. Remember, anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos inside my head! =) Until then, may you live long and prosper.
Do you share my fascination with Vulcans, or with what’s going on in other people’s heads?