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The Lotus Eater (Star Trek XI, Spock+Kirk)

st_xi_kink request filled: Flower!eating Spock. Trust me to turn into a perfectly charming prompt into angst. Uh, I blame the other prompt for which this was written: "home" from spock100.

Title: The Lotus Eater
Character: Spock (+Kirk)
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.

The Lotus Eater
by Renata Lord (snowlight)

*

There was nothing logical about it, or even remotely rational. He was propelled, as some might say, by a mere physical memory.

A splendidly deep-rooted memory, one that slept for two decades undisturbed since Narada. Yet the moment he saw those flowers on the banquet table, his hands extended out before his mind could compute the impossibility of miracles.

White flower the size of an adult female's palm. Eight petals, curved at the edge. Blue pollen with a faintly sweet scent. Ashurik lotus, his mind breathed to his heart. It was a flower Vulcan children routinely ate when they played outside during the summer, as Terran children would eat wild berries.

Like those children, the species Ashurik lotus had died with the planet Vulcan.

His mind told him this, but not fast enough to stop his hand from taking the flower directly into his mouth. From the corner of his eye he saw his Drovian host's horror-drenched face, and his captain looking more amused than shocked.

"Spock—" someone uttered a sweet, heartbroken sound. Did it come from here and now, or was it an echo from days long past? But his consciousness was already sliding into the gentle dark.

...Spock. Spock. I love you baby honey sweetheart darling. Loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou...

Mother…

.......


He slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a medical facility. The captain was by his side, as was the Drovian official who looked on with obvious relief.

"Mr. Spock!"

"Yes, captain," he answered softly. He was back now, on Drova IV. Diplomatic mission. Trade treaty. Federation. Jim.

"Very unlike you to pull something like that! You slept for twenty hours."

"Indeed. My sincere apologies," he nodded at the Drovian official. "I hope the treaty talk was not affected by my rudeness." A most likely futile hope, however, because Kirk probably stopped everything cold and demanded to know what happened to his first officer before anything else.

The Drovian gave a rueful little smile. "Now that you've recovered, Commander, I believe we may resume the negotiations."

He heard the accusation in that statement and bowed his head slightly.

"Forgive me, Sir P'lekan. My judgment was...momentarily confused by a memory. The flower that I assume caused this, is it native to your planet?"

"The ka'tryae? Yes, but it's not meant to be eaten!"

"Of course." He looked down at his hand, recalling the physical feel of the flower. "Again, my apologies. By a most fascinating coincidence, your ka'tryae looks exactly like the one we called ashurik on Vulcan. It was customary of Vulcan children to eat it. I haven't seen it in twenty-three years."

Two months, and seven days. His mind added silently.

The Drovian opened his mouth but apparently thought the better of it. Kirk, however, leaned over and patted him gently.

"Spock."

He gave Jim what was hopefully a smile. "Rest assured, captain. I'll refrain from any future ingestion."

The Ashurik lotus was a bittersweet flower, but in its hallucinogenic Drovian incarnation, only the bitterness remained.

*

Finis

Comments

heart. it be ripped. :( so sad and bitter indeed. thank you for this though.
I love this. The imagery of the whole thing is perfect, but the last paragraph is especially gut wrenching.

500 words?!

500 words that made my heart clench in my chest. (I wish it was moar.) I thought the prompt response for that request was going to be cute, sweet, light-hearted and funny.

This is so much better than that.

You write Spock perfectly.

Re: 500 words?!

Home? With Spock? The only way I see it being cute would be something like "home is where the heart is", and I certainly was not going to write that after your lovely San Fran story. :)

I'm glad you liked this Spock! It was my first time writing his POV. Was scared. :P
Oh god, I just want to cry for hours now D:

I love fic that addresses the fact that Spock's planet blew up, so thank you <3
I know what you mean. That's why I never really dared to write about that. Even now, I could only imagine it from decades down the line, when Spock is more matured and at ease with his emotions.
God, that's so touching! Poor lonely guy that he is. :(
*hugs Spock*

<3

Oh. ;_;

<3
Ouch.and sad. and no Marcel Proust, ever again, for Spock.

Ever.
;-; Poor Spock,. These are some of the most beautiful and angsty 500 words I have ever read.
Um reading the first of the ST novels you uploaded (thank you!) Page 10 and my eyes are already as round as saucers. Dude--

Omne laughed. "Behold the peaceable Vulcan!" He threw his head back. "I have found your price, Spock of Vulcan. That is my riddle. What buys the man without price?"

"There is nothing you could offer which would buy me--or your life," Spock said tonelessly.

"Isn't there?" Omne chuckled. His gloved hand brushed across a control stud on the bar. The great mirror behind it dissolved into a viewscreen and filled with the image of--James Kirk. Laid out on a bench. The naked body draped with a thin sheet. The face exposed. Unmarked. Sleeping with that vast innocence which was his alone. Breathing...


UMM 'SCUSE ME? <3 <3 <3
TIP OF THE ICEBERG, I'm telling you. TIP OF THE ICEBERG.

(Anonymous)

(i was teh prompter)

Thank you! This was wonderful and oh so bitter sad.
You are very welcome. I hope somebody else filled the prompt the way you meant it.
Awww. Bittersweet indeed. I like the glimpse at Spock's childhood memories and of course, the angst. *cough*
Um, yeah, you just keep catching me when I've got something in my eye. Funny coincidence -- your journal must be very dusty. :-/

(srsly, though, this is beautiful.)
oh, ow. this made me teary-eyed. by which I mean, well done, fantastic work.