A little OMS fluff

“What is this, Jim?”

Jim, who stood in the apartment kitchen, drinking from the cup of coffee he just poured for himself, glanced out to where Spock stood by the dining room table.

“Brochures for our vacation.”

“Vacation?”

“After the last month or so, I think we’ve earned a vacation, don’t you?” Jim stepped out of the kitchen and over to the table to look down at the brochures for all the exotic locales he’d chosen as potential destinations.

They’d only just returned from saving Earth and bringing whales to talk to the probe sent for them.

“Risa?” Spock’s brow arched up. “I think not.”

Jim smiled faintly. “Just one of many choices, Spock. We could even visit your folks on Vulcan if you’d like.”

Spock shook his head. “We only recently came from there. I find no immediate reason for returning.”

“Okay, then some warm, tropical place it is. Don’t worry, Spock, I plan to relax and take it easy.”

“Why would I worry?”

“Well, you once said that Humans and are desire to play on our vacations instead of rest was illogical. I’m paraphrasing of course.”

“Of course.” Spock picked up one. “This is said to have a large aquarium of exotic species.”

“Right. Is that where you  want to go?”

“I am not certain,” Spock admitted.

“Well, go through them and decide. We have time to make a decision. I’m thinking one of the tropical islands like Hawaii.”

Spock nodded. “Very well I will look at them after breakfast.” He paused. “Have I ever been to any of them?”

Spock was still having some memory issues. Jim wasn’t sure he would ever get everything back, but he remembered enough, including his affection for Jim, and that was more than enough.

“Nope, we haven’t. So any place we visit will be new to both of us.”

Spock nodded again as Jim joined him at the table for their breakfast of pancakes. He glanced at one. “Hawaii does look nice.”

Jim smiled, leaned over and kissed him. “Whatever we decide will be perfect.”

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