For the kind and ever patient Devil_Flash, thank you for being so sweet!

Your lungs burned and your legs ached as you ran, the ground beneath your feet cracking, crumbling, and shaking. Vulcan was your home and it was being destroyed.

You were beamed down from your ship the USS Artisan to try to save your father. Very few knew you were Vulcan, but that changed the moment you saw the pillar of light strike your home planet.

You called out to him, hoping he was home instead of roaming the fruit fields like he usually did. Your heart raced, almost painfully as you searched every nook and cranny of your home.

"PAPA!!" You called, tears streaming down your face.

You hiccuped and let out a sob as you stumbled away from your home, fumbling for your communicator. You were about to call back for your ship to beam you back when you heard your name over the rumbling of the crumbling planet.

"(Y/n)?!"

You spun around, almost falling as you spotted your father leaning against the outside wall of your home. A hand held a visibly bleeding wound on his arm. You rushed forward, taking him into your arms.

"You came for me." His voice was frail but his eyes held strength.

"Of course, papa."

You held him to you as you called for the Artisan to beam you both back. But you were met with nothing but the haunting sounds of a broken connection. Tweaking the distance modulator, you tried again, but to no avail.

You had a feeling they would leave you. The captain and first officer almost seemed glad to have sent you back, but you didn't think them cruel enough to leave you to parish with your people. You glanced at your father, his breathing ragged and his face turning a horrid shade of green.

"Hold on, papa," you pleaded with him, shifting his weight on you so the two of you could walk a distance from your house that was starting to crumble.

You dialed and changed a few things on your comms unit circuit board and tried again, this time calling for any ship that was orbiting what was left of your planet.

"This is Lieutenant Commander (Y/L/n), I am seeking a vessel to aid in transporting my father and I off of Vulcan. Please, I am not certain-"

But before you could finish your sentence, the dying planet around you was soon replaced with the inside of a ship. The next few moments were a blur, almost like you were watching it all happen. Medical personnel rushed over and gently took your father from your arms, the both of you being taken to sickbay. You watched with glassy eyes as a burly doctor checked over your father, giving him a sedative. He moved to you, snapping in front of your eyes to grab your attention.

You blinked then shook your head. "Forgive me. Is he alright?" you asked tentatively.

The man nodded, moving hair from your face to make sure you weren't injured. "He will be fine. He's resting. Do you know where you are?"

You blinked again, looking around. "I don't believe I do. I take it you are part of the federation."

He nodded again, waving various medical tools over you. "The name isDoctor McCoy. Welcome to the Enterprise."

Your ears perked up and you were filled with newfound energy. "The Starship Enterprise. Do you have a Commander Spock aboard?"

The doctor let out a scoff. "Sure do. I thought he was the only Vulcan enlisted in Starfleet."

You ignored him as you stood, looking around urgently. "I must see him, Doctor."

McCoy smirked. "Might do him some good to see another Vulcan alive and safe. Follow me-

"Lieutenant (L/n)."

"-Lieutenant (L/n)."

Soon you found yourself stepping through the doorway of the lift to chaos. You spotted Spock holding a bleeding blond in a Vulcan grip, his face pinched with anger. Your eyes widened and you stepped forward, reaching out to him.

"Spock!"

He didn't spare you a glance as he lets the man go, turning to look at those watching. "It seems I am unfit to command. I step down as Captain of the Enterprise."

With that he left quickly, pushing past bystanders to get to the other turbo lift. You watched him, awe and worry warring for dominance in your mind. You have never seen the ever strong Spock lose control of his emotions let alone attack a fellow officer.

You came to your sense as the blond stood, wiping blood and smirked as he took the captain chair. You spun on your heels and rushed to the lift you just left, calling for it to take you where Spock was going.

You stepped out just in time to see him walking off in the distance, his face riddled with pain and frustration. You rushed forward, keeping him in your sights as he wound his way through the halls.

"Spock! Please!" You called, reaching out.

Again, he ignored you, but you could tell he wasn't thinking straight because he walked himself to a dead end. He just stood there,  breathing heavily with his back to you. His hair was disheveled and his shirt was wrinkled. Your heart ached. There must be something more to his outbreak of emotions.

You took a few tentative steps forward, keeping your distance though you ached to reach out and take him into your arms. It wasn't until you were just a step behind him that he spared you a glance, looking over his shoulder at you with confusion.

"How are you here?"

You blinked. "I am, I was Lieutenant on the Artisan. I beamed to Vulcan to save my father," you answered quietly as you walked around to face him. You gave him a small smile. "I am glad to see you are alright."

Spock closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Forgive me. Do not take my surprise in seeing you as being ungrateful for your presence."

You nodded, knowing him well enough to know that already. You took a small step forward, resting your hand on his arm. "Spock." Your voice was light but he could see the question in your eyes.

Suddenly, it was like every bit of the Spock you knew fell away, bringing back the young Spock you had first fallen in love with. Your brows knit as you reached up and collected him in your arm as he sank close to you, resting his forehead on your shoulder. His shoulders shook and his cries were silent as he held you close.

Tears pricked at your own eyes. Something definitely happened. After a few moments, you gently pushed him back so you could look at him. His red-rimmed eyes searched yours, soaking in your beauty as he reached up and moved some hair from your face. His eyes widened.

"What happened to your eyebrows?"

You let out a little chuckle. "Come, I'll tell you about it as we walk to sickbay. My father would be pleased to see you."

He nodded, accepting your arm as the two of you walked arm in arm, Spock finding he missed your closeness more than he cared to admit. He waited until you felt to tell him what happened to you.

You joined Starfleet not long after him but in disguise. You plucked your brows and drew human ones. You grew your hair long, long enough to cover your pointed ears. Soon enough you were assigned to the Artisan. You were lucky enough to have the one ship with the most racist captain and first officer.

You were making your way up the ladder in the science department and you were sure you were going to be kicked out. It just so turned out that Vulcan's attack made that happen much sooner than you had planned. Now you were shipless and surely going to be kicked out of Starfleet for applying falsely.

Spock listened intently, various emotions raging within him. Knowing you and how you were raised he wasn't surprised at what you had done. But in light of what just happened, Spock wasn't so sure if showing any emotion at all would be wise.

Before the two of you entered sickbay, Spock held tight to your arm making you turn to him. He looked at you, the emotional part of him getting the better of him. "Just a moment." He pulled you to the side, away from the flow of traffic so the two of you had some privacy.

"Are you alright?" You asked, reaching up to cup his face to look at you.

He moved his eyes to captrure yours, but he closed them, taking a breath before he told you what happened as he landed on Vulcan. What happened to his mother. He held together better than he thought he would but seeing you in tears almost made him regret telling you. But he knew you would wish to know.

Tears fell as you held onto Spock's cheek, kissing his other cheek in respect. "I am so sorry for your loss. And there I was filling your ears with my problems."

Spock shook his head, stroking your knuckles with his thumb as he held your hand. "Do not worry yourself. I found your talking quite calming. Thank you," he whispered before he glanced away then back at you, his eyes almost pleading, "your father taught you to embrace your feelings. Am I any less Vulcan for wanting to do the same?"

Your heart broke at the pain you heard in his words. You shook your head, giving him a small smile. "Oh Spock, I have a feeling your mother would love to know you would embrace your feelings."

Spock nodded. He listed the pros and cons of doing so but as he glanced at you, your (e/c) eyes peering at him with unmasked love, he found his orderly thoughts becoming lost in your gaze, in your touch, in your words. 

You gave him a small smile as he just stared at you. "I missed you so much my dear Spock," you whispered as you dropped your hand from his face, only to have it be taken by his other hand, pulling you closer to him.

"And I you," he whispered back, leaning dangerously close.

You let your instincts take over as your eyes closed and your head tilted up. Spock let a small smile escape before he pressed his lips eagerly to yours. Your lips moved in sync as well as your arms, wrapping around each other. Spock held you close, feeling you pressed to him assured him you were alive and real.

Tears fell from both of your eyes, mingling with the kiss. You pulled away, breathing hard as you leaned your forehead against his. Spock ran his hand through your hair, taking a deep breath suddenly feeling alive again.

"Yes, I believe I will attempt to express my feelings from here on."

You smiled, pulling back and taking his hand. "As will I. You are not alone."

Spock nodded, risking a small smile of sorts making your heart soar. "Come, I wish to see your father and thank him."

You looked at him, stepping into sickbay hand in hand with the Vulcan who suddenly became the young version of himself again. "Thank him for what?"

"For you."