Emotionless: Spock x Reader

Questions and Answers

I frowned. "Like Sulu." The two men exchanged a glance. "If everybody on this planet is like him... Let's go." Kirk pulled me closer to his side, so that I was hidden behind Spock and himself with McCoy at my otherside.

A man in a brownish suit and hat walked up to us. "Jou to you, friends." He bowed placing his right hand over his heart. If I could feel unnerved, his smile definitely would have made it so. It just didn't seem natural in any way possible.

Kirk and Spock did the same ation. "Joy to you."I let my right hand hold my left wrist as I observed everyone around me.

The man seemed to give us a rather puzzled look. "You be strangers." Kirk nodded slightly. "Come for the Festival, a-yeah?" Festival? There are normally decorations on the streets and bands playing. I did not see how this could possibly constitute a festival. "Got a place to sleep it off yet?" I watched Kirk shake his head. "Go round to Roger's house. He's got rooms. But you'll have to hurry. It's almost the Red Hour."

Red Hour? I looked back to the clock. Three minutes till six. "This, uh, Festival, it starts at six o'clock?"

Two women walked past us. One of them was in a grey dress with a black belt around her waist. "Tula... these folks come for the Festival. Your daddy can put them up, can't he?" She had the same unnerving smile as the rest of these people. Her light brown eyes seemed to search us.

Now that I looked closer they were almost the same color as her hair. "You're from the valley?" One of the blonde men behind me spoke, telling her that we had just arrived. "My father'll be glad to put you up, though." She paused, glancing to a large building just at the end of the street. "It's right over there." Just as she said that the bell in the clock rang out telling us that six o'clock had just arrived. The woman we had been talking to screamed pulling a black glove from her hand. My brows raise slightly and I took a slight step away. The man ahead of us tore off his hat and tossed it into the street.

Everyone was running around like chickens with their heads chopped off. Shoving one another as they rioted. Breaking glass in homes and stores. The captain tried to grab hold of her as the other man picked up a piece of wood and tried to hit me with it. My eyes widened slightly and I moved to stop the attack but Spock stepped in the way pushing him back slightly. The man turned his attention to the girl whos hair was now hanging loose and wild like several of the other women. I was backed into the wall surrounded by the men in our small party. Rocks were being thrown, clothes torn off, women jumping men, men dragging women. One of them had to be pulled off of the captain. With all this chaos even my hair had fallen loose and hung down past my shoulders.

Kirk grabbed hold of my gloved wrist. "Let's get out of here." He started pulling me through the masses on the streets. I used my free hand to hold the dress up slightly so I didn't trip over the material. As we passed by some buildings furniture was being thrown out of the windows. Several rocks of a decent size hit me in the square of my back, and one clipped my head slightly. I didn't let that stop me from running.

When we reached the door to the building at the end of the street several large wooden posts were thrown at us. One tore my sleeve, and cut my skin slightly. Spock and the Captain dodged several aimed for their heads. Once inside I was shoved behind the door as they closed them rocks and wood flying through the crack. Once the doors were closed we turned to see three older men staring at us.

Kirk opened his mouth to speak. "I'm... sorry to break in on you like this. We didn't expect that kind of a welcome." McCoy seemed to glance back to me as I pulled a piece of cloth from my sleeve and dabbed at the open cuts. A look of displeasure crossed his face.

The men in front of us looked confused. "Welcome? You are strangers?" The taller white haired one in the back spoke as they looked us over.

Kirk nodded. "Yes, that's right. We're... from the valley." The shorter white haired man asked if we had come for the Festival. "Yes." We were asked why we were here.