Jim had just finished putting out the pumpkins and gourds all around his quarters and had a bag of artificial leaves to scatter around when there was someone at his door.

He was not expecting anyone, but he was captain so he could hardly ignore whoever it was.

“Yeah. Enter.”

And he was surprised to see Spock step inside.

“Oh. Hey.” Jim paused, thinking about the possibility he had forgotten some plan. “Were we supposed to play chess tonight?”

“There was no specific plan,” Spock assured him. “But I did think to ask if you were interested in a game.”

The Vulcan’s gaze darted to what Jim had clutched in his hands.

Jim felt himself blush. “I…I was decorating. For um. You know, fall.”

Spock’s brows furrowed. “There is no change of seasons in space on the Enterprise.”

“Yeah. I know. I just…” Jim shook his head. “Never mind. Aren’t you doing something with Uhura?”

“Jim, Nyota and I are not together.”

“Uh. I thought you…I mean yeah I heard you broke up, but I figured you’d get back together. Like you always do.”

“We are not. We care for each other, but we are not resuming our romantic relationship.”

Jim hugged himself, feeling weirdly vulnerable. Realizing he was still holding the leaves, he set them down on his desk. “I had planned on carving a pumpkin too.”

“Carving a pumpkin?”

“Back home it’s October. I got a message from my Mom and we were talking about the seasons and I got a little homesick. I replicated all this. I was going to make a Jack-o-Lantern. And maybe some pumpkin pie. Stuff like that. But sure, if you want to play chess, that’s cool.”

“I would like to spend the evening with you in any capacity. I am amenable to assisting you with your décor.”

“With me?”

Spock visibly deflated. “I had hoped…it is nothing.”

Something occurred to Jim then.

“Wait. You…you’re not going to resume a romantic relationship with  Uhura and you’re…Spock. Are you?”

Spock sighed. “Yes.”

Jim allowed a smile to play on his lips. “Bones is right.”

“About?”

“My thick skull.”

He opened his arms and moved toward Spock. “Yes, I’d love for you to stay.”

  

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