This one might be a little simple but given that we’re almost at the end I have written 12 others I decided I’m good with that.

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Jim had been sitting by Spock’s biobed for hours, actually possibly almost a day. It was a slow time, now that Spock had been rescued from a disastrous mission, and the Enterprise docked at the nearest Space Station for repairs.

Spock’s eyes finally flew opened and Jim leaned forward.

“Spock, how are you feeling?”

“Captain?”

Jim smiled faintly. “Yeah. Bones says you’re going to be fine but I want to know how you feel.”

Spock blinked but did not respond at first which concerned Jim. He rose from his seat and approached.

“Spock?”

“I am well, Captain. I was merely taking a moment to process the situation. I do not remember how I got here.” Spock frowned slightly. “This does not look like the Enterprise.”

“We were on Dravos 2 and the inhabitants attacked. Your actions prevented them from killing Sulu but you got injured in the process. Sulu is fine. The Enterprise was damaged in a battle with the Klingons as we were escaping. They were behind what went on down there. We’re at a Space Station for a week to do repairs and you’re in the hospital here. Most of the crew is at the holiday celebration.”

Because before all that happened, the Enterprise rec room was hosting a big holiday party combining Christmas and Hanukkah and anything else anyone wanted to observe.  They switched it all to a hotel ballroom instead.

“You did not have to stay here with me, Captain. I know you intended to attend the party.”

Jim brushed that off. “Your well-being is more important than that.”

“You yourself said McCoy said I would be all right. It makes no sense to watch me sleep and miss out.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me.”

“That is not my intention. But neither do I wish to be responsible for you missing out on an activity you had been looking forward to.”

“I don’t care about it.”

“Captain, there is no need to be here.”

Jim sighed, squelching down his disappointment. “Okay. I get it. You don’t want me around. I thought, well, maybe, yeah, never mind. I’ll just go.”

“Wait,” Spock called. “What were you going to say?”

Jim turned back. “With you no longer with Uhura, I was hoping you’d get that I wanted to spend time with you and that maybe you might reciprocate. But if you’re tired and just want to get rid of me, I’ll go to the party.”

“I do not want to be rid of you and I do reciprocate…Jim.”

Jim moved closer. “Yeah?”

“I genuinely did not wish for you to be disappointed to miss the holiday festivities.”

“That’s cool and I get it. But…I would rather be here with you.”

“Are you sure?”

Jim held up a twig of mistletoe and leaned in to kiss Spock. “I’m sure.”