Life RE:visited - 4 Now Spock was just getting annoyed. His eyes snapped open as soon as his comm. went off. A very light growl left his throat. Clenching his hands around the sheets he let the comm. beep at him. Everything was familiar, from the way he was positioned to the intervals between beeps from his desk. Why was it so similar? It was completely impossible for someone to go through the same day over and over.
His thoughts paused. Unless, of course, he wasn't actually awake. Eyes traveling around the room he decided that this couldn't possibly be right. Sighing heavily, he pulled himself out of the bed. At that motion, however, his head protested. With a hiss he reached up and grabbed his temple.
"Fascinating," he whispered, pulling his hand away. There was absolutely nothing wrong with his head. So, ignoring the stabbing pain, he stepped over to his comm. "What is it, Mr. Scott?" He asked.
Life RE:visited - 3 Frustration filled Spock as his comm. went off angrily on his desk. His eyes snapped open and he glared at the ceiling. Clenching his jaw, he pushed himself up and over to the device. The entire time he tried to will away his growing emotions. It was wrong of him to feel this way when duty called.
"What is it, Mr. Scott?" He asked - he sounded angry. A rather nasty look crossed his features. Why was he getting the nagging feeling that he had done this before? It was annoying and if it had happened before, did Scotty really need to bother him more than once a night?
"It's one of the engines', Sir," the chief engineer answered. He sounded strained and very close to having an anxiety attack.
Frown ever increasing, he did his best to shake off the deja vu. He spoke, "Is it a serious enough problem that the captain must be warned?"
Life RE:visited - 2 Many believed that Vulcan's didn't dream, that they were too logical to experience sleeping fantasies. Which was a complete lie. It wasn't that they didn't dream, it was just that they never talked about them. Since sleep was the only time (apart from Pon Farr, of course), that emotions took hold, Vulcan's rarely liked to speak on the undignified things in their minds.
Even if Spock cared to talk of his dreams, this one was a little too confusing to share with the world. There was a lot of movement, most of it blurs of color. Sometimes he could hear Kirk's voice but it was impossible to know what he was saying - it just sounded like a jumble of nothing.
So, he was slightly grateful when his communicator started to blare in alarm. Instantly, he snapped awake. Sliding easily out of bed, he went to answer the raging device.
"What is it, Mr. Scott?" He asked, his voice a