I did sort of connect these three for Starfleet Academy Week, after all.

Next week is regular mission week.

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“I’m a little nervous,” Jim admitted. He was hanging back, which was unlike him. “Do I look all right?”

Spock eyed him up and down. Jim was dressed casually in black slacks and a burgundy shirt.

“You look quite presentable.”

Jim snorted. “Presentable. Gee thanks. Not amazingly perfect?”

“You always look good,” Spock replied, confused by Jim’s slight irritation.

“Never mind. Maybe I should…”

“Jim, it will be fine. Mother is waiting at the restaurant. She is anxious to meet you.”

“Did Uhura meet her?”

Spock hesitated. But he had no reason to lie. “Yes.”

“Great. And did she like her?”

“She did. She appreciated Nyota’s intelligence and warmth.”

Jim actually laughed at that. “Warmth? Are we talking about the same girl?”

Spock gave him a look. “However, she was puzzled by my choice.”

“Puzzled?”

“Mother knew even then that I…preferred males. She had guessed.”

Jim nodded. “Gotcha. Well, just so you know, no mother has ever appreciated my intelligence and warmth.”

Spock arched a brow. “How many mothers have you met? Your own exempted, of course.”

“Well she’d be the one mother who would tout my warmth and intelligence, actually.” Jim grinned. “Yours is the first.”

Spock shook his head and took Jim’s hand in his. “You need not worry. My mother will love you. Just as I do.”

Jim’s breath caught. “You…do?”

“I know have yet to say those words to each other and if you are not ready—”

“Ready? I’m ready for anything, Professor. I love you, too. Let’s go have dinner with your mom.”