Star Trek Reader Inserts

Excuses- Spock

Here ya go @emcorn! This one was particularly fun to write. Thanks again for the idea!

You nervously wrung your hands as you waited for Commander Spock to be finished with his meeting with the captain. You played back every interaction you had with him and for the life of you, you couldn't figure out if you had said or done anything to warrant an audience with your superior officer.

The two of you have known each other and worked together for years now but that didn't mean you would allow yourself to become all buddy-buddy with him. Besides, from experience in past experiences you know he doesn't take intimate interactions very well. There was just that one time the two of you had to cuddle in a sleeping bag but that was for warmth due to a storm on an away mission and there weren't enough warm supplies. Not that you would regret doing that, you just knew that was the moment he told you to keep your interactions as professional as possible.

But for the last few weeks, you have found that request something very hard to stick to. the both of you would slip up from time to time and it would feel like the both of you worked so well together. But then those moments would be gone in a flash when he would suddenly realize what was happening. Now you don't know exactly what to do. You would count him as a friend but you didn't know how to express anything more than that when he clearly doesn't want it.

The door slid open and your head shot up in time to see a group of men leave the office, but you couldn't find the science officer in question.

You were about to ask the captain where he was when you heard your name be called from within the room. You tuned to see Spock with his back turned to you, his body rigid and his hands clasped behind his back as he stared out into the vast expanse of space.

"(Y/n). If I may have a moment of your time." His even tone reached your ears and you couldn't help but smile.

It wasn't until the doors closed behind you that you visibly saw the Vulcan relax in his stance. His shoulders slump slightly and he turns slowly, as if suddenly tired. You stand at attention but send him a look of concern, searching his face for some hint sat to why you were here and why he was acting this way. He motions for you to take a seat at the conference table in the middle of the room without taking a seat himself.

"May I ask as to why you have called me here?" You sent him a look, knowing he found it slightly amusing when you would copy his proper vernacular.

Spock just glanced at you instead, but you saw a flash of something in his eyes before he turned around to look at the stars. Something like sorrow. And regret. "I see you wish to bypass formalities." You hear him take a deep breath. He looks over his shoulder, but only just. "You have been reassigned to the Bradbury, effective immediately."

Cold. Teeth chattering, shoulder shaking, cold enveloped you. You slowly stood, coming to stand next to Spock. You just stare out the window, ignoring the Vulcan as he turns to you, closing the space between you somewhat. A memory from a few weeks ago flashed through your mind's eye.

It was a late night and Spock had asked you to help him finish a few reports. These reports had to be finished by the next shift so the two of you got comfortable. You were splayed over your chair, humming a mindless tune. Spock was sitting next to you, sharing a bag of dried fruit. At one point you both reached in the bag, hands touching.

You glanced at him and noticed his light green blush before he retracted his hand and turned away. You let out a nervous laugh as you popped a raisin in your mouth. The both of you stayed quiet, soon moving to the small couch in the office. You kept your respective distances but as the hours dragged on the two of you became a bit more relaxed.