This is inspired by Heart’s song, Alone

Jim had left a message for Spock to get back to him, but so far, Spock had not returned to his apartment, Jim supposed, to get that message.

He didn’t really want to think Spock had received it and had chosen to ignore it.

So Jim lay in the dark on his dorm room bed unable to sleep. Thar afternoon he’d attempted to contact Spock on his communicator and it had gone unanswered.

He’d considered that unusual but then later he had spotted Spock at a café not far from the Academy campus with a group of other instructors and even a few students who acted as assistants to various instructors.   He’d been frustrated to see it but it explained why Spock had not picked up his communicator.

Jim had tried a few more times later but stopped when he thought he might appear stalkerish.

All this because he had decided to tell Spock he wanted more than friendship from him. He was in love with Spock and had been for a while. The thing was Jim hated being in love because it scared him. In the past he’d always held back some of himself so he couldn’t become emotionally involved. He’d learned his lessons at a younger age.

But then Spock came along and everything changed.

Did it matter that the very day Jim had decided to tell Spock he wasn’t available?

He finally left a note on Spock’s apartment door to contact him, but that still hadn’t happened.

And Jim was fast losing his nerve. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a mistake. Bones had been right, Spock was out of his league.

Well, Bones had said it the other way around, but his friend was biased and Jim knew the truth of it.

Honestly, considering their rocky start with Jim beating Spock’s test, he’d been surprised they ended up friends.

There had been rumors that Uhura wanted Spock to be in a relationship with her, but Jim hadn’t seen any indication that Spock had been amenable to that, although he did see her in the group at the café.

In the morning, Jim was taking a shuttle to Riverside for a long weekend to visit his mother. He’d hoped to tell Spock everything before that, maybe even convince Spock to come with him to meet his mom, but that wasn’t going to happen now. And that was life, he guessed. A missed opportunity. Perhaps forever.

Jim sighed and turned over, deciding he might as well get some sleep.

He’d been dozing maybe ten minutes when there was a knock at the door. Now a little groggy, he wiped his hand over his face and stumbled to the door. He opened it.

His mouth dropped open.

“Spock?”