“My T’hy’la is here.” Spock made the announcement as he and his friend, Nyota Uhura, stepped through the doors of Starfleet Academy’s Auditorium.
It was currently set up to look like a Winter Wonderland even though it was 35 degrees Celsius outside. Silvery crystal snowflakes hung from the ceiling. In the corner, students could have their photo taken with the Abominable Snowman. Christmas cookies and peppermint mochas were for sale.
“I feel him. He is here.”
She glanced at him. “Are you sure, Spock? I’m pretty certain he left for the summer.”
“I am positive.” Spock stopped to glance around the crowded place.
“Even if he is, are you sure you should seek him out? Things did not end well between you last time and—”
“Hello, Spock. Uhura.”
Jim Kirk had suddenly appeared out of seemingly nowhere, though Spock had known he was there. He was dressed from head to toe in some silver and white costume with a crystal crown upon his head.
“What are you supposed to be?” Nyota asked.
“I’m the Snow King for the festival.”
Nyota looked at Spock, then touched the arm of his sleeve. “I’ll, uh, be over there getting some spiked egg nog.”
Jim’s gaze followed her before those eyes blue as the ice that seemed to surround them returned to Spock.
“I…I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“We had heard you left San Francisco for the summer.”
“You have to know she is nothing to me.”
Jim winced. “Ouch.”
“You know what I mean. She is a friend only. You are my everything. And I have…it is unbearable without you.”
Jim smirked. “Unbearable is nice.”
“Jim,” was Spock’s plea.
Jim sighed. “I’m not sure you’ve groveled near enough, but, I’m a sucker for that face. And that body. And those lips. And—”
“I am a sucker for you also.”
Jim laughed. Grabbed Spock’s hand and pulled him along. “Come, you can be my consort.”