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I am in the middle of a full blown panic attack and apparently that means more Star Trek 09 fic. Yeah, I dunno. Somewhere, Brendan Gaul cries. Blame this fic on my favorite scene in Shortbus, the one that makes me cry like a baby every time.
So *flaily hands* I don’t even know what the average life expectancy is for a Vulcan, but if I’ve gotten it horribly, horribly wrong (and if I have, dear Lord is Spock giving Methos a run for his money) pretend it’s RED MATTER EXPOSURE, M’KAY?
( Pairing )
( Spock is weary, weary in a way that he has never been before. He has many times felt tired, exhausted, downtrodden, ill—and none of those compare to the bone deep weariness he currently lives with. Simply put, for the first time in his long life, he feels old. )
So *flaily hands* I don’t even know what the average life expectancy is for a Vulcan, but if I’ve gotten it horribly, horribly wrong (and if I have, dear Lord is Spock giving Methos a run for his money) pretend it’s RED MATTER EXPOSURE, M’KAY?
( Pairing )
( Spock is weary, weary in a way that he has never been before. He has many times felt tired, exhausted, downtrodden, ill—and none of those compare to the bone deep weariness he currently lives with. Simply put, for the first time in his long life, he feels old. )
