There has always been something about Nyota that Spock cannot quite define.
They stare at the sculpture a long moment before moving on, their bodies side by side on the sand covered marble as the wind whips through the destroyed roof to twine through her ponytail.
Regency AU in which Arthur is the darling of the ton, Merlin is still a terrible valet, Mordred is a radical rabble-rouser, and Gwen's in love with a Light Dragoon.
Sometimes she dreams of a time when she does not love him.
Vulcans always claimed to need less sleep than humans, but what that meant, Nyota had discovered, was that they could do with less if pushed. If not, at least if Spock was typical, they slept for six to seven hours.
It's a habit she doesn't mind.
Spock discovers jelly beans. Spock/Uhura. Pre-movie.
she feels like a child, cupping her hands, trying to keep the drops of water from trickling out the sides.
Parker likes watching dubbed over movies where the words are out of sync with the the actor's mouths. It makes her laugh; it makes her feel strange, like sound has shaken free of the constraints of the world and is doing whatever the hell it wants for a change.
There are so many disadvantages to being Rick Castle's daughter that it's hard to keep track, but Alexis isn't a quitter, and when she was 12 (and going through a rebellious stage, she'd thought, though it turned out Dad hadn't exactly picked up on it) she started a notebook on the subject.
Starfleet was never her first choice. She liked privacy, she liked independence. The only point in Starfleet's favor was that she also liked routine, and they had that in spades.
She's been a weapon.
If she'd given herself time to think about it then she would have been appalled by how quickly she adjusted to John being gone. She thought about him, made tapes, missed him like she'd miss an arm. But she adjusted.
When Teyla comes to the City of the Ancestors, there are still a few dead trees, small withered things in pots meant to bring some breath of outdoors to the city.