"Indeed," Spock says, pointedly reminding himself of the situation they continue to be in. He wonders the benefits of mentioning to Jim that such limited range of motion exercises is only liable to alleviate his stiffness temporarily, but such a conversation can be had at another time. He had once and before gone over the applications of neuro-pressure and how one might do so to themselves "in a pinch," which had gotten quite the reaction from his own Captain, but.
Spock would rather not think of the sands. He would also rather not think of the last time he'd experienced such environs with Jim. He would also rather not take any further notice of the fact that Jim's flexibility seems to favor one side, though the percentage is largely inconsequential. He wonders if old injuries have too plagued this particular Jim, if there was a reason that — Spock turns his head. He continues his pursuit of wringing out the remaining water, rising to his feet after a beat of contemplation.
"To your previous claim," Spock starts again, shaking out out his hair. It is not the most dignified of gestures, but it serves its purposes. His skin still tingles with an unfortunate sensitivity, which he anticipates is likely to compound if his speculations stand. "I do not believe Matthew knew of the Greek's Poseidon, though—"
He knows he's missing some reference, but it hardly matters now. The tone immediately shifts, the focus upon the sudden realization that their trial again starts now and no amount of stubbornness will enable any further exchanges. Spock immediately lets his gaze sweep from Jim to the gradual erosion to the rockface again, patterning out what prospects they have. Spock only needs a moment to know which path would be best, to retain it. He can see it, an intangible and wavering line from end-to-end.
"You cannot stay, Jim."
It tumbles over his lips, tips across the edge of his canines. It catches as though stone underfoot and the high slant of the sun, an outburst as much as Spock might ever have. For all that he might cry logic, the decision is a marriage of both his birthrights. It comes to him as clearly as Jim's tight expression, the flint in his blue eyes.
Spock circles about to his side, focused and fixed. As though a le-matya on the scent of some wounded, there will be no swaying him. At least, not in this moment.
"While an inelegant solution, my superior strength and endurance makes our choice apparent." And yet, as unyielding as the look he answers with is, the warm light of the chamber makes his eyes look softer somehow. It makes the rich brown of them look Human.
But, as soon as it arrives it also vanishes. He is as dutiful to Jim as he is merciless to all that would impede them. Pain, discomfort — he severs the ability to pay mind to them. As long as logic remains, as long as his controls are only just retained — these are all things to be considered later. He needn't feel it. Not now.
As the next section drops out from the platform and tumbles into the interior sea, he arrives upon any final calculations. The probability of success was high enough that the risk was acceptable. And if should Jim demand them? Spock has them as always at the forefront. He's done it many times before. He will do it as many times as he needs to.
"I shall carry you."
Out of all that may be sacrificed, Jim is hardly the most expendable component. No, Spock thinks, it has always been himself. Always. If Spock must go on, then Jim must too.
hang on spider monkey.............................
Spock would rather not think of the sands. He would also rather not think of the last time he'd experienced such environs with Jim. He would also rather not take any further notice of the fact that Jim's flexibility seems to favor one side, though the percentage is largely inconsequential. He wonders if old injuries have too plagued this particular Jim, if there was a reason that — Spock turns his head. He continues his pursuit of wringing out the remaining water, rising to his feet after a beat of contemplation.
"To your previous claim," Spock starts again, shaking out out his hair. It is not the most dignified of gestures, but it serves its purposes. His skin still tingles with an unfortunate sensitivity, which he anticipates is likely to compound if his speculations stand. "I do not believe Matthew knew of the Greek's Poseidon, though—"
He knows he's missing some reference, but it hardly matters now. The tone immediately shifts, the focus upon the sudden realization that their trial again starts now and no amount of stubbornness will enable any further exchanges. Spock immediately lets his gaze sweep from Jim to the gradual erosion to the rockface again, patterning out what prospects they have. Spock only needs a moment to know which path would be best, to retain it. He can see it, an intangible and wavering line from end-to-end.
"You cannot stay, Jim."
It tumbles over his lips, tips across the edge of his canines. It catches as though stone underfoot and the high slant of the sun, an outburst as much as Spock might ever have. For all that he might cry logic, the decision is a marriage of both his birthrights. It comes to him as clearly as Jim's tight expression, the flint in his blue eyes.
Spock circles about to his side, focused and fixed. As though a le-matya on the scent of some wounded, there will be no swaying him. At least, not in this moment.
"While an inelegant solution, my superior strength and endurance makes our choice apparent." And yet, as unyielding as the look he answers with is, the warm light of the chamber makes his eyes look softer somehow. It makes the rich brown of them look Human.
But, as soon as it arrives it also vanishes. He is as dutiful to Jim as he is merciless to all that would impede them. Pain, discomfort — he severs the ability to pay mind to them. As long as logic remains, as long as his controls are only just retained — these are all things to be considered later. He needn't feel it. Not now.
As the next section drops out from the platform and tumbles into the interior sea, he arrives upon any final calculations. The probability of success was high enough that the risk was acceptable. And if should Jim demand them? Spock has them as always at the forefront. He's done it many times before. He will do it as many times as he needs to.
"I shall carry you."
Out of all that may be sacrificed, Jim is hardly the most expendable component. No, Spock thinks, it has always been himself. Always. If Spock must go on, then Jim must too.
It was the only solution.