Here we come a-Wassailing
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a wandering,
So fairly to be seen.
Here we come a wandering
So fairly to be seen.
Love and joy come to you
And to you a Wassail too
God bless you and send you,
A Happy New Year
God send you a Happy New Year.
Jim turned off the water in the shower. “Uh. Sorry, Spock. Was I too loud?”
“You were quite…boisterous.”
“Can you hand me that towel, Spock?”
Spock handed Jim the big towel, gaze averted.
Jim used it to briefly dry off, then wrapped it around him.
“I guess I’m a little excited for the holiday party.”
Spock finally looked at him. “I was unaware you were particularly fond of Terran celebrations.”
“Sure. I mean, you know.” Jim shrugged. “With Carol Marcus back on the ship…”
“I see. Then you intend to make your move as they say.”
Jim smiled. “You could say that. You’ll be there, right?”
Spock made a small face, but he nodded. “I did say I would. Unlike you, I am not anticipating it at all.”
“It good for crew morale. See you there.”
And he exited the bathroom to get ready.
Much later, Jim was approached at the holiday celebration by Bones.
The doctor looked him up and down. “You pulled out all the stops tonight. I hate to admit it, Jim, but you’re looking particularly fetching.”
Jim laughed and batted his lashes. “Why thank you.”
“Got some kind of plan?”
“I do.” Jim surveyed the party goers. “I’m finally going to act on my feelings.”
“Oh?” Bones smirked. “Sure of yourself, are you?”
“Not remotely,” Jim admitted. “But hopeful.” He put his hand on Bones’ arm. “I see the object of my affection. Catch you later.”
He started to cross the room.
“Oh! Jim! There you are.” Carol Marcus moved in front of him. She wore a sparkly Christmas green dress. She smiled prettily at him. “I’ve been waiting for you to arrive.”
“Don’t you look beautiful? Hi, Carol.”
“Want to get a drink?” she asked.
“I’d love to.”
She started to link her arm with his.
“But…I’ll have to take a raincheck.”
Her face fell. “I-I don’t understand.”
“There’s someone else I’m hoping to spend time with tonight. I’m sorry.”
Jim moved away and then stopped in the middle of the rec room. He could no longer see the object of his affection. His disappointment threatened to choke him. He turned around.
Jim almost ran, afraid to be disappointed again, if he was too late.
He stopped, held up the mistletoe and then delated, suddenly feeling foolish.
“Captain?” Spock arched a brow. “Are you all right?”
“No.” Jim shook his head. “Spock—”
“What? What is wrong?” Spock put his hands on Jim’s forearms.
“I just…I realized this was a really bad idea.” Jim moistened his lips. “Want to get out of here?”
“Leave the holiday party?” Spock frowned minutely. “I thought your intention was to make your move on Doctor Marcus.”
“No, my intent was to make my move on you,” Jim clarified. “I brought…mistletoe.”
“Yeah, it’s a thing, where…”
Spock shook his head. “I know what it is.”
Jim searched Spock’s face. “You do? Spock, I…”
“Am I to understand your intentions were toward me and not Doctor Marcus?”
Jim laughed. It was all just so absurd. “Yeah. I was trying to be coy and subtle and that never works for me.”
Spock’s lips twitched. “Yes.”
“I would like to leave the holiday party and go to your quarters.”
Jim’s mood was definitely improving. “Yeah? You would?”
“Indeed. I would prefer to make my move on you in private.”
Jim grinned. “Well, Merry Christmas to me!”
“Love and Joy come to you?” Spock asked as he took Jim’s arm and led him from the party.
“I sure hope so, Spock. I sure hope so.”