I’ll be honest, not sure this story will be finished by the end of the month so it might continue into May
With Spock dressed in a big fluffy dark purple pullover sweater and black dress pants, Jim felt decidedly underdressed in his pajamas. But, well, he hadn’t been expecting anyone. And this was his own dorm room after all.
He brought two steaming mugs of coffee over to the couch and handed one to Spock. He had put away his ice cream. He hadn’t felt much like being in display in front of Spock shoveling mouthfuls of Almond Fudge ice cream into his pie-hole.
He poured cream and added sugar to his and then sat down beside Spock.
“Well. This is unexpected.”
Spock seemed startled by this. “Is it? I did express an interest in seeing you again.”
“Yeah. I guess you did. But I figured you were just being polite.”
“I am seldom polite.”
This startled a laugh out of Jim. “Well, you definitely won’t get an argument out of me on that. Both times I’ve talked to you prior to now you were…brusque.”
There was just the barest hint of color to Spock’s cheeks and on anyone else he would have thought it was blushing, but he couldn’t imagine anything making this Vulcan blush.
“Anyway, water under the bridge, I guess. I’m glad you came by. I didn’t really think you would.”
Spock paused to take a sip of the coffee Jim had made. “Though admittedly I am not very skilled at expressing it, I am…interested in you. I find you quite fascinating.”
Jim’s lips curved. “Not sure anyone’s ever put it quite like that.”
“Perhaps not.” Spock’s gaze went to a photograph Jim kept on the wall of Jim and his mother. “Is that from right after Tarsus?”
“It is. We’d just returned to Riverside then. Just a little after that I learned of Captain April’s fate.” Jim looked away. “And some others. The family I was staying with.”
“Yes,” Spock said, softly. “There were several I knew who did not make it as well. It is not something I generally like to talk about which is why I reacted badly to your introduction on campus.”
“Yeah, there are a lot of survivors who are reluctant to talk about it, but honestly, that’s not what I was looking for, you know, to form a club or anything. I’d be fine never to talk about it again.”
“Me too.” Spock sighed. “That time was not one I would like to recall altogether though obviously I do. My father sent me to the school there after my parents separated.”
This surprised Jim.
“Your parents are divorced?”
Spock shook his head. “Vulcans do not recognize divorce in the same sense that other humanoids do. My mother resides on Earth since their separation but there has been no official dissolution of their marriage. She found that she could no longer support my father’s dictates toward his family. She wished for me to go to Earth with her at the time, but my father forbade it.”
“And then shipped you off to Tarsus IV.”
“That sucks. Do you see your mom now? Is she nearby?”
“Yes, she is in British Columbia. Her family is from there. She is currently teaching students.”
“Your mom is a teacher and yet your dad sent you to a school on Tarsus?”
Jim shook his head. “Crazy. My dad died. On the Kelvin. You’ve probably heard.”
“Yes,” Spock acknowledged.
“Mom married an asshole and he’s the one who sent me there. I told you about him. Anyway. You want more coffee?”
Spock paused only for a moment. “Yes.”