Emotionless: Spock x Reader

Questions and Answers

The blonde man from earlier walked up. "Are you Reger?" This time the man with black hair spoke up, telling us that he was indeed this Reger. "You have a daughter named Tula?" Again a simple yes to that question. "Well, you'd better do something. She's outside."

The man looked down, almost seeming what may have been pained. "I know. It's festival. It's the will of Landru." Now that I was looking at him closer, I could see his eyes were that same light brown as the girls from before.

The shorter man seemed to have a short fuse. "Reger, these are young men, and a young woman. They're not old enough to be excused." I shifted slightly, noting the sticky wet feeling continuing to run down my face. I lifted the cloth to wipe at it again. Spock seemed to notice and took my cloth from my hands wiping at it carefully. Dabbing at the open cut.

Reger opened his arms pointing to us with open hands. "They are visitors."

This didn't seem to bother the other man, just agitate him further. "Have they no lawgivers in the valley? Why they not be at the Festival?"

Kirk had been listening to this in silence, now decided this a good time to step in. "We heard that you might have rooms for us." This seemed to relax Reger, but the other one was still displeased.

He stood a little straighter. "There, you see, Hacom? They've merely come looking for a place to rest afterwards."

This short man... seemed to be like a grumpy old man. "The Red Hour has already struck."

The other tall white haired man who had remained silent finally spoke up to calm his friend. "Hacom, these be strangers. The valley has different ways." This did not calm the man however. This Landru was from what I could tell like a god. He should be everywhere, but what was suggested was that he was not. "No, of course not. It's simply that they may have different ways."

Reger looked back to this Hacom fellow. "They've come looking for shelter. Can I turn them away?" At this he walked towards us. "Come please." Spock stopped his dabbing and handed my the cloth back. The Blonde man brought up the girl again, but she was involved in this Festival. This strange Red Hour, where people acted in riots in the street. We followed the man up the stairs to the room we would be staying in. Once Reger opened the door, he turned on the gas powered lamp. "You can return here at close of Festival. It's quiet. You will have need of rest."

Kirk followed him closely, McCoy ushered me to a chair taking the cloth from my grasp. "We have no plans to attend the Festival, sir." Just outside the window I could just make out the sounds of the 'Festival' happening below. The man looked to us in utter confusion. "I'd like to hear more about this Festival. And Landru." Reger quickly shut the window motioning for Kirk to be silent.

His eyes were wide. "Landru? You ask..." Our team remained silent, McCoy pressing the cloth against the cut so as to stop the bleeding. "You are strange. You scorn Festival. Are you...? Are you...?" Kirk again tried to ask about Landru, and I was starting to wonder about this man myself. The man never answered. Instead he just left us in the room.

Once he was gone Kirk turned to us. "Is it bad Bones?" Kirk asked walking closer to where I was seated.

McCoy shook his head. "No, it's just a small wound. Head wounds just tend to bleed more, Jim. I'll be back with a dish of water to clean these up. (Y/n) hold this in place." I nodded raising my hand to the wound. It didn't really bother me, so I looked to our captain.

I could see the questions mulling over in his head. "Sir, if my 'hunch' is correct, it is only a matter of time before we meet with the being behind this Landru. All of those questions you are wanting to know will be answered then. For now, I would suggest we rest until this Festival ends." He nodded rubbing his chin lightly. His eyes seeming locked onto me. "I'm also fine, sir. I've been through worse remember."