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((Goodnight friends. It has been good to see you. I love you all :) ))

Hello Mother.

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Hello, sweetie!
((Oh yo I just sent you a thing. Just got this))

How are you doing this evening?

*a hint of crazy eyes* Stressed. *failed attempt at calm, even tone* Very, very stressed…

*raises an eyebrow* Has something happened?

Christmas is coming, your father is working, and- ugh…everything.

I am sorry things are busy. If you require any assistance, please inform me.

What do you think your father wants for Christmas?

I do not believe he wants anything. I suppose some new robes would be beneficial, do you think so?

Nick sighs and slides down the wall in the empty hallway, bringing her knees to her chest and blinking away tears. ((yoooooooooo how u do bby))

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Spock, while walking to the bridge, spots the distressed girl. He approaches her slowly and calmly takes a knee in front of her. “Nick, what is the matter?” ((Yoooooo I’m doing okay :) you?))

Spock sighed, looking down at the little girl. “Do you wish to be taken to the Medical Bay?” he asked.

"Yeah…" she muttered, "but Doctor McCoy is mean to me. He always yells at me for hurting myself." Nick decidedly kept it to herself that most of the time it was other crew members pushing her out of the way or tripping her. "Plus, I don’t wanna get up."

"Doctor McCoy does not intend to be mean. He simply loses his patients at times. Do not let this discourage you from visiting the Medical Bay." When the girl didn’t move, he sighed. "I will carry you there if you require me to."

Nick turned her big blue eyes on him. “You wouldn’t mind would you? Carrying me I mean?”

"I do not mind. I will do what is necessary," he said, scooping up the small girl in his arms.

Nick sighs and slides down the wall in the empty hallway, bringing her knees to her chest and blinking away tears. ((yoooooooooo how u do bby))

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Spock, while walking to the bridge, spots the distressed girl. He approaches her slowly and calmly takes a knee in front of her. “Nick, what is the matter?” ((Yoooooo I’m doing okay :) you?))

"He pushes you?" Spock asked with slight surprise. "Where is he? I wish to have a word with him," the Vulcan said firmly.

She shrugged, glaring at the ground with more hurt than anger. “I dunno. Maybe still down in Engineering. I don’t give a fu- frick.” Nick interrupted herself, finding it odd to swear in front of Spock. She knew Bones did it plenty, but it felt rude.

"Nick, though I do not believe I totally understand the definition of ‘frick’, it appears as though you do, in fact, give one," Spock said. "I am going to find this crew member. Please accompany me so you can identify him."

"My hip hurts." she repeated. "I don’t wanna get up." The brunette idly rubbed the bruise on her hip, wincing as her fingers pressed too hard into the sensitive skin.

Spock sighed, looking down at the little girl. “Do you wish to be taken to the Medical Bay?” he asked.

"Yeah…" she muttered, "but Doctor McCoy is mean to me. He always yells at me for hurting myself." Nick decidedly kept it to herself that most of the time it was other crew members pushing her out of the way or tripping her. "Plus, I don’t wanna get up."

"Doctor McCoy does not intend to be mean. He simply loses his patients at times. Do not let this discourage you from visiting the Medical Bay." When the girl didn’t move, he sighed. "I will carry you there if you require me to."

Hello Mother.

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imaginemrspock:

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imagineamandagrayson:

Hello, sweetie!
((Oh yo I just sent you a thing. Just got this))

How are you doing this evening?

*a hint of crazy eyes* Stressed. *failed attempt at calm, even tone* Very, very stressed…

*raises an eyebrow* Has something happened?

Christmas is coming, your father is working, and- ugh…everything.

I am sorry things are busy. If you require any assistance, please inform me.

Nick sighs and slides down the wall in the empty hallway, bringing her knees to her chest and blinking away tears. ((yoooooooooo how u do bby))

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imaginemrspock:

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Spock, while walking to the bridge, spots the distressed girl. He approaches her slowly and calmly takes a knee in front of her. “Nick, what is the matter?” ((Yoooooo I’m doing okay :) you?))

"He pushes you?" Spock asked with slight surprise. "Where is he? I wish to have a word with him," the Vulcan said firmly.

She shrugged, glaring at the ground with more hurt than anger. “I dunno. Maybe still down in Engineering. I don’t give a fu- frick.” Nick interrupted herself, finding it odd to swear in front of Spock. She knew Bones did it plenty, but it felt rude.

"Nick, though I do not believe I totally understand the definition of ‘frick’, it appears as though you do, in fact, give one," Spock said. "I am going to find this crew member. Please accompany me so you can identify him."

"My hip hurts." she repeated. "I don’t wanna get up." The brunette idly rubbed the bruise on her hip, wincing as her fingers pressed too hard into the sensitive skin.

Spock sighed, looking down at the little girl. “Do you wish to be taken to the Medical Bay?” he asked.

((HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN OMG YOU ARE ALL AMAZING <3))

((HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN OMG YOU ARE ALL AMAZING <3))

Hello Mother.

imagineamandagrayson:

imaginemrspock:

imagineamandagrayson:

Hello, sweetie!
((Oh yo I just sent you a thing. Just got this))

How are you doing this evening?

*a hint of crazy eyes* Stressed. *failed attempt at calm, even tone* Very, very stressed…

*raises an eyebrow* Has something happened?

Nick sighs and slides down the wall in the empty hallway, bringing her knees to her chest and blinking away tears. ((yoooooooooo how u do bby))

imaginezacharyquinto:

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Spock, while walking to the bridge, spots the distressed girl. He approaches her slowly and calmly takes a knee in front of her. “Nick, what is the matter?” ((Yoooooo I’m doing okay :) you?))

"A security officer yelled at me cause I was "in the way"." she whines, putting extra sarcasm on the ‘in the way’ part. "Jerk wasn’t even doing anything."

"Where you when he said you were ‘in the way’?" He asked, doing his best to imitate her sarcasm, coming out very awkwardly.

"Down in Engineering." she looked at the floor guiltily. "Scotty was showing me something cool. Then the whole thing happened and I told him that I wasn’t feeling up to it anymore." Nick looks about to cry again. "He was real excited about it too. But my hip and my arm hurt from where the guy pushed me and I didn’t wanna stand up anymore."

"He pushes you?" Spock asked with slight surprise. "Where is he? I wish to have a word with him," the Vulcan said firmly.

She shrugged, glaring at the ground with more hurt than anger. “I dunno. Maybe still down in Engineering. I don’t give a fu- frick.” Nick interrupted herself, finding it odd to swear in front of Spock. She knew Bones did it plenty, but it felt rude.

"Nick, though I do not believe I totally understand the definition of ‘frick’, it appears as though you do, in fact, give one," Spock said. "I am going to find this crew member. Please accompany me so you can identify him."