Date: 2009-09-14 03:41 pm (UTC)
The flash of light, the telltale signs of someone being transported sent Nyota jumping a step back, though she soon steadied herself. She kept on her toes, eyes on this new Spock that had appeared (trying her very best not to let the whole creepy situation phase her) and ready to make a move if he tried anything. She wasn't as skilled as some of the men in the room she was sure, but she had passed the same course and knew how to protect herself. She wouldn't be a Starfleet officer if she couldn't.

A choked noise escaped her throat as she saw Spock falter and almost drop, just a few seconds behind James. She gritted back the first remark that came to mind, teeth clenched tightly as she reached out for Spock's hand. Please be alright, please be alright, she repeated like a mantra in her mind, desperately wishing - and not for the first time - that she could do anything to be helpful, useful. Instead she just stayed gripping his hand, trying her best to project all the positive things that he summoned with her; love, warmth, complete trust. Out of some misplaced instinct she would ignore later, she reached out with her free hand and gripped James's arm tight.
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