Carrying OnA K/S drabble by Farfalla
"I apologize for not surmising your artifice at the whale tank," Spock says as we walk along San Francisco Bay. In our past--this time's future--we walked here holding hands. Now, he barely allows my touch. "Your rapidity in inventing unorthodox solutions has not altered with our journey back in time."
No, love. Not by our journey.
Nor by my anxiety at what happens to Earth, if we fail.
Nor by your amnesia of what were are--were--to each other.
Yet I carry on, smiling, charming Gillian, because it might be the only way to get everything back.