The loss of contact shocked Nyota into silence for a moment, and she couldn't find the words to protest as James shifted Spock closer to her and slipped away. To her surprise (though she wasn't sure who it was coming from, or maybe both of them) it was unpleasant, like someone had doused her with cold water. She opened her mouth to call him back, to assure the worries that he hid behind his bravado and bright smiles were unjustified.
Her fingers curled around Spock's in assurance that she would follow him - them - wherever they led, and allowed him to drag her into the hallway. As she passed Bones, she shot him a look, though her attention was soon drawn to the empty stretch in front of her. Where the hell had he gone? A familiar surge of frustration rose up inside, though it was edged with an intimate affection. Where the hell had he gone?
Her frustration, though now directed illogically at the computer, continued as she heard those words. No, that couldn't be right, it just couldn't. She wouldn't accept it. But when it was asked again and gave the same response, she felt everything else give way to blind panic that she couldn't reel in even if she wanted to.
The only comment she could make to his statement was a quiet, whispered "what?" How could he just be gone? She didn't understand, though the bitter trickle inside her mind was telling her it was entirely possible and something bad had happened. Giving his fingers another squeeze, she tried to control her whirling emotions, trying to think of something they could do. But she wasn't the Captain, and since James wasn't there that duty fell to--
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Date: 2009-09-15 12:59 am (UTC)Her fingers curled around Spock's in assurance that she would follow him - them - wherever they led, and allowed him to drag her into the hallway. As she passed Bones, she shot him a look, though her attention was soon drawn to the empty stretch in front of her. Where the hell had he gone? A familiar surge of frustration rose up inside, though it was edged with an intimate affection. Where the hell had he gone?
Her frustration, though now directed illogically at the computer, continued as she heard those words. No, that couldn't be right, it just couldn't. She wouldn't accept it. But when it was asked again and gave the same response, she felt everything else give way to blind panic that she couldn't reel in even if she wanted to.
The only comment she could make to his statement was a quiet, whispered "what?" How could he just be gone? She didn't understand, though the bitter trickle inside her mind was telling her it was entirely possible and something bad had happened. Giving his fingers another squeeze, she tried to control her whirling emotions, trying to think of something they could do. But she wasn't the Captain, and since James wasn't there that duty fell to--
"Spock."