Spock likes cats. Spock likes that they don’t jump all over you and slobber on your clothes. He likes that they are quiet and independent and smart. They don’t give away their love for free like dogs do, you have to work for it. They require attention and respect before they will consider letting you touch them. They need care and love but don’t readily give it out themselves. They are in charge of every situation and could not care less if you are involved. They remind Spock of his father. Spock has daddy issues.
Leonard McCoy is an artist. He saves lives and leaves no scars, but on shore leave he paints. His skilled surgeon hands go from steadiest in the fleet to steadiest with a brush. He puts so much detail into his pieces that people are sure it’s a photograph. Nobody in the crew knows this until he fails to return to the ship from shore leave on time, so they beam down phasers ready to rescue him. Instead they find him in front of an easel adding finishing touches to his latest masterpiece of Jim and Spock playing chess with the sun around Jim and the moon around Spock. Simply looking at it is breathtaking. Doctor McCoy himself is in civilian clothes stained with paint and a scruffy beard like at the beginning of the 2009 movie, but the absolute calm that has washed over him is such an anomaly from his usual scowl that the crew let’s him finish before beaming up. All paintings are donated to local auctions to aid whatever charity, and Spock makes a point from that day forward to buy every one for his apartment in San Francisco.
@septimore, my goodness this is beautiful! Thank you so much!
