“How
many days have you slept alone?”
Jim scowled
at his friend. “This is the third day…night.”
Bones
sighed. “You gonna apologize?”
“I didn’t
do anything.”
“Course
not.” Bones took a sip of his beer. “Still going to?”
“No!”
Jim frowned. “I…don’t know where he is. Or-or anything.”
“What?
He hasn’t been in touch for three days? That doesn’t seem like him.”
He
shrugged. “Had a bad fight.”
Bones finished
his beer and stood. “You contact —”
“No.”
“Want me
to stay?” Bones asked, gently. “Or you want to come with me?”
“Nah.” Jim
forced a smile. “Gonna do some studying and go to bed. See you tomorrow?”
When
Bones left, Jim went for another bottle of beer, and then another. By the time
he had stumbled to bed he hadn’t done any studying or even changed his clothes.
He woke in the middle of the night to a thud. He sat up, heart pounding. Was someone breaking in to the apartment? Shit. Jim tried to scramble out of bed but tripped on the tangle of blankets and sheets and fell flat on his face.
“Fuck!
Ouch. Damn. That hurt.” He lifted himself up to his elbows and saw Spock
standing in the doorway of the bedroom. “Are you breaking in?”
Spock
arched a brow. “I live here.”
“What
was that noise then?”
“I
accidentally kicked the book bag you left by the door.”
“Oh.”
Jim bit his lip and sunk back down to the floor in defeat. “Come to move your
stuff out, huh?”
Spock
sighed which had Jim lifting up to look at him again.
“Negative.
But if you will recall the fight started because you left your book bag, grocery
purchases, laundry, and—”
“Yeah,
okay,” Jim mumbled. “I know. I’m a lazy slob.”
Spock
stepped into the room and reached down to pull Jim to his feet. “You were
drinking.”
“Bones
was over and…yeah. I was.” Jim leaned against Spock. “Are you really back?”
“Are you
apologizing?”
Jim
waited a beat. “Yeah. Are you?”
“Affirmative.”
Jim drew
back to look at Spock. Or at least as much as he could with Spock holding him
pretty tight. “You are?”
Spock
nodded. “Will you take me back?”
“I hate
when we fight.”
“Me too.”
Spock wrinkled his nose. “Let’s get you cleaned up. When did you last shower?”
“Uh…I
don’t know?”
“Come. I
will take care of you.”
Jim smiled
and kissed Spock’s cheek. “You always do.”
“And I
always will.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 