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From the Outside, Looking In
by kira-nerys
McCoy.
They remind me of two magnets, pulling each other closer and forming a unity.
Suddenly repelling, splitting apart.
He's so scared it isn't even funny, and I don't know how to help him.
He's always been like that, so afraid of intimacy, afraid of getting too close,
Or for someone else to get too close to him.
I watched that pointy-eared son of a bitch leave him.
But then, Spock has never felt that kind of pain.
It was debilitating, frightening and he could not control it.
I could see it in his face, set in stone.
Spock always had an animated face, despite the economy of emotion.
But now it's cold and dead. I don't know how to help him either.
I'm a doctor, not a psychiatrist, but it hurts to see them drift apart.
It's like seeing soemthing precious shatter right before my eyes.
It's like seeing Earth without its sun, or the moon with out its Earth.
They don't realize I know the truth.
And I'm not sure I should tell them.
How will they survive it? How will we survive it?
Seeing the hurt in Spock's eyes. I'm not that sure he'll ever return.
Seeing the fear in Jim's, I'm not sure he should.
~ END