Friends In Metaphorically Though Also Physically Low Places

[sehlatbear]

His transformation via transporter had been... something of an experience. And, in that state, his emotions a distant pulse that confused and concerned him, he had not gone to the brig

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[loyalty_ever]

Guards had come and gone, nurses had come and stolen, and other guards had returned what nurses stole, some had denied them food and others had given it.

Of course the young captain had come to see them, come to talk about what they'd done shoved their noses in it like that wouldn't get some on his shoes.

And Helen had come, had been sent--asked questions that bought them some time, some treatment he was still half-sure must be poison. Perhaps an arsenid that took time to build in the body, or a copper antagonist, slowly leaching the air from blood, skin, bone.

Even Spock's Jim had paid them a visit.

Never Spock himself. Or herself.

Himself, again, Ayel could see. Though he wondered what she had looked like.He squinted through the barely-there amber hum and grated his teeth open

[mirror_brightly]

Ayel drew himself up, tall and straight and deadly. It was the pose he wore in initial training, in battle; it was the stance he took when he was absolute. The shock of hair on his head had been a point of visual fixation for Nero, that it reached the ceiling was somehow disturbing

[sehlatbear]

Spock bowed his head, acknowledgment of their anger. He would not protest it - there had been, from their perspective, none of the events and orders that stood in his way, made it seem wisest to wait. There had been only the rocks and the force fields.

And then his bowed head became a nod to the guard, impassive yet clearly disapproving, judging this hybrid who lacked something, who perhaps simply smelled too strongly of human society after his long service in Star Fleet.

Ah, Spock thought, it is familiar. Logical to distrust the unknown, the unpredictable combination of Vulcan and Human.

The force field fell only long enough for him to enter the cell. Spock raised his hand.

"Live long and prosper, Ayel and Nero."

[loyalty_ever]

There was room for all of them, if only just.

He blinked.

"Not likely." It was just fact. "Hello."

He'd said that much to doomed captains of lesser vessels, time and time again. And he was angry with Spock, but wouldn't deny him all forms of greeting.

It just wasn't in him to promise peace, or anything else.