And so we come to the end of Spirk TOS OMS for November. I decided to post it a little earlier than originally planned so I can get it all up for the OMS Challenge in AO3. I think I wasn’t supposed to post the whole thing elsewhere but you know, only a few of you read me here anyway. And I hope you will enjoy reading it all at once on AO3 when it appears.

Look for TOS Spirk to make appearances in the 25 Days of Christmas

Spock liked to indulge Jim whenever he could and so, when Jim had mentioned to him that he wanted to have a small gathering of friends the last Thursday of November, in San Francisco, before they were to depart later that weekend for a few weeks in Aspen, Colorado, Spock had agreed.

Many hundreds of years ago it had been a tradition in what was part of the United States to have a huge meal to be thankful of all that one had in one’s life. Spock had read about it, prior, of course, and had been informed again about it by Jim.

He had invited all of their former crew members, McCoy, Uhura, Sulu, Chekov, and Scott. Their family really. Uhura and Scott would be attending together, of course, for Mr. Scott had made it clear he was sweet on her, and Spock guessed, she him.

Jim greeted them all warmly, pouring wine freely, and generally being an affable host to all. He had made a turkey, stuffed with bread, for those that ate meat, and many vegetarian offerings for those that did not.

Which included Spock and his father, who was coming, because he was there, on Earth, and alone now. Jim hadn’t wanted to exclude anyone even though Spock had assured Jim his father would not feel that way.

The truth was, Spock was not certain.

Not because of the memory lapses, but because there was still so much Spock did not understand about Sarek and that Sarek did not understand about him.

It was the way of things.


He turned toward Jim. “Yes, T’hy’la?”

Jim smiled then. His eyes lighting up with warmth and affection. “You’ve been in the kitchen a while. Are you hiding from our guests, sweetheart?”

“No. Though I admit socializing is not my…preference.”

“I know. And you’re wonderful to allow this.”

“I would hardly deny you or them. And I understand the sentiment. I am grateful for them, for my father, and especially, for you.”

That smile widened until it nearly split Jim’s face. “I’m grateful for all that too. And you. You have no idea. This is probably our fourth or fifth chance. Whatever. But damn, I’m glad. So thankful, Spock.”

He held Spock by the arms and leaned up to kiss his husband. “Now, come. Let’s celebrate Thanksgiving.”

“Indeed.” Spock hesitated. “Jim?”

“Yeah, Spock?”

“I am most thankful to remember you.”

“Me too.” Jim squeezed his hand. “More than you can ever know.”

Spock picked up the cornbread pudding and followed Jim out to the dining room to exclaims of excitement from their guests.

And maybe, later, they could gather for a picture together. So that they would always remember this time, with all of them, together.

Spock knew they would not always be able to do this. Sooner or later the first of them would pass on. But now they had this.

He had Jim.

Cornbread Pudding

When I was a younger person, my Dad and I used to watch Guiding Light, a soap opera. I remember the Bauer family on the show always sang this song as Thanksgiving was approaching on the show. I also know that the sister of Anne Brancroft in Home for the Holidays attempts to sing it in that movie (she forgets the lyrics)

We Gather Together

We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing
He chastens and hastens His will to make known
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing
Sing praises to His Name, He forgets not His own Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining
Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine
So from the beginning the fight we were winning
Thou, Lord, were at our side, all glory be Thine!We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader in battle
And pray that Thou still our Defender will be
Let Thy congregation escape tribulation
Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!