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Greetings. I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise, a Starfleet contingent of the United Federation of Planets. I understand that we are temporally isolated as well as spatially displaced and that this is not a subdivision of any one possible multiverse, neither a pocket dimension of any one universe, but a unique quantum singularity linking many and each possible variation thereof. If others here have scientific findings of this nature, I pre-emptively extend my gratitude in the event of any information being divulged.

[ AKA pls share ur theories. He's not human, in case anyone with eyes and ears missed the blatant memo staring them in the face, the approximation of what would happen were a dollop of raw science ~~and a great jawline~~ to get mixed with an elf in a blender. Spock pauses thoughtfully, glancing away, and a single slender brow arches when he looks back; there are likely a great deal of customs to be observed from numerous new species and races, none of which he seeks to offend. ]

It has been brought to my attention that this is not my first foray into Keeliai. While I would request that you exert a measure of patience with my ... freshly acquired outlook, you will find me amenable to revisiting former acquaintances. [ Again he hesitates, though this time it comes across as more of an amendment. If you've been hanging out with his BFF, prepare to explain why, how and to what end. ] Similarly, I wish to meet with any and all allies of Captain James T. Kirk at their earliest convenience.

All remaining Starfleet personnel are to submit a fully comprehensive report effective immediately regarding their time here. Audio will suffice, given the circumstances.

[ And off goes the feed. ]

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[Spock's silences have always been more telling than the words. He picks them deliberately, but Kyle's in tune to what might be happening underneath them, except since this Spock is from the future, he no longer knows where he fits into the picture, if at all.]

I'm glad you're okay, and that you're here for him now. Sorry it meant being separated from your ship and the rest of your crew.

[He's happy to leave the issue well enough alone; he hasn't changed that much (he doesn't think he has), and it's unfair to put that on Spock again.]

[ Gratified he doesn't have to go into detail, a small nod is given in deference to Kyle's sympathies. A Vulcan wouldn't acknowledge them, but then again he's learned a lot about Terran manners in the past couple of years. ]

I will do everything in my power not to leave him. [ Again, evidently. He doesn't like the guilt he feels for that, tamped down beneath stoic logic. ] Have you acted as his support in the interim?

[A Vulcan really wouldn't. Kyle blinks in surprise, but goes along with it. He'll have to learn Spock all over again, when he's right there. The cocktail of frustration, anger, and joy, is one he recognises from being with Wally. The same and yet not.]

[And under all circumstances, not his.]

I did my best.

[Which is the truth, as well as an implication of failure on his part. Some gaps he can't fill, he tries to accept that.]

[Quieter, more firmly:] You didn't. Leave him, I mean. Nobody here goes willingly.

[ Kyle will find some edges sharper, some smoother, and probably not at all where he expects them to be. He doesn't acknowledge the pity that far, not when it veers too closely to Jim's part to play in Spock's life, aborting any acknowledgement thanks entirely when they are offered in excess and instead steering the conversation firmly, politely, aside. (Some topics are still strictly out of bounds.) ]

Nevertheless, your efforts are commendable. Are you hosting lessons for the kedan young?

[He's looking at a painting he almost understood, and it got replaced by a second draft or something. Either way, he just goes with it.]

Yeah, art. [he gestures to one of the cupboards, the door of which he hasn't closed yet. It's full of local fauna, in misshapen clay figurines.] They've taken pretty well to sculpting.

With your experience in the Corps, are your talents not better suited in application elsewhere?

[ It seems something of a waste of skill. ]

I'm a soldier, there's not much to fight yet. [A light shrug.] So I spend most of my time painting, or teaching the kids to do it.

Can you report on Captain Kirk's involvement in such activities during his incarceration here?

[ Jim is ... not broken, but fractured in multiple places. Spock intends to hold things together where his captain can't, but he'll be useless if he doesn't have a general idea of where to begin and Jim will never admit to the things that have really wounded him. So, recon.

If anyone asks, it's not snooping, it's his ~~calling~~ job. ]

[Kyle, on the other hand, would've flat out stated that Jim was broken. He doesn't question that Spock's choosing to focus on Jim, he thinks it's a natural response. After all, he'd bury himself in work too, to forget about how long he himself has been trapped.]

[However, he's privately amused (and saddened) by the fact that they'll never admit the things that truly bother them.]

[However, this is a little too close to tattling.]

What kind of reports?

His performance during missions. We have been summoned to fight for the benefit of many; the captain is incapable of ignoring a call to duty in this respect.

[ Jim can't stay out of trouble. ]

There's not that many of those, officially speaking. The Emperor prefers to handle most things on her own. There've been a few incidents of creatures attacking the city - I can give you my reports. [A pause.] Most of it's handled quickly by the large metahuman population - myself included - but where he's participated, Captain Kirk's been up to the task.

A complete account is necessary. I will accept your reports. [ For now, he'll show patience and let Kyle gather those things later. ] Is there anything more you wish to discuss?

I hope you find them satisfactory.

[Unlike Jim, Kyle actually does put everything in, even things that don't reflect on him favourably. He's more concerned about accuracy than he is about looking good.]

No. You already know about the mission where he broke his leg.

[He assumes Jim told Spock about it.]

[ Kyle's accuracy and adherence to detail might just bump him up Spock's list of Competent Humans that much faster.

The mention of Jim's accident prompts a small furrow to cinch into place between narrow brows, smoothing out moments later. ]

Can I expect to see you at his residence when I call? [ It would, if he were quoting the doctor, kill two birds with one stone, getting to talk to Jim and bounce off fresh intelligent company at the same time. ] If you are still living with him, I would not wish to alarm you unduly with my presence.

[He smiles.]

Yeah, I'm staying there. I'd sleep in the office but [he waves, vaguely] he'd drag me out.

[A beat, and then, quietly-]

If anything, I don't want to make you uncomfortable: I know more about you than you do about me, the disparity of information is hardly fair.

If you find it an adequate way to absolve the issue, you may inform me of everything that you have been made aware.

[ He wants to know too, but since Kyle isn't an enemy there seems little reason behind grilling him. ]

[He squirms internally, but on the surface, the corner of his lip curves downwards. He is very Unhappy about this situation even if it's out of his hands.]

I'm not sure if it's appropriate... the information is extremely personal.

To take issue with your knowledge of intimate details when it was an iteration of myself that first informed you would be illogical.

Of course it is.

[he shrugs, and offers a sad smile. He feels oddly vulnerable.]

But I'm human, I'm prone to extremely illogical thoughts and actions.

[Beat.]

How about we just get to know each other first, huh?

[ Throw him for a loop again, he's already halfway around after hearing that suggestion. ]

Are we not already in the process?

[A nod.]

We are. All in good time.

[He nearly adds it's not like you're going anywhere, but he keeps that flippant comment to himself. Getting up, he stretches.]

Would you like to come over for dinner? I was planning to make vegetarian today anyway.

That is kind of you. [ By human standards. ] I accept. [ He's a little too wired to cook for himself tonight, anyway. Rising, he gives Kyle one last appraising look. ] So far, you are proving a satisfactory companion for the captain.

[ Preen, Kyle. Preen. This moment may never come again. ]

[He gives Spock an odd look before he starts to laugh.]

I wasn't aware I was being tested.

[ No, but, how is that amusing. So confused! Maybe he should clarify. ]

If you were lacking, I would not permit you access to his person. It is my duty as First Officer of the Enterprise to safeguard the captain and his interests.

[His hands drop to his sides, and it's fortunate he's facing away from Spock because, for the first time, he feels an incandescent rage, and a (ridiculous, and childish he thinks) need to rebel immediately against the statement.]

Good thing I'm not lacking, then.

[There's no humor in his voice. He turns to look at Spock, opens his mouth to add I don't like tests and then shrugs, and keeps silent.]

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