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Surprise! Today actually concludes our September story, I Knew You Before. I’m sorry to say that means no flash for Friday but look for this story to appear soon on AO3.
October 03 begins with a Vanek flash!
But as Spock watched Jim open the pizza box to remove a slice, Spock knew there was yet more he ought to bring up with Jim.
“There is something else.”
Jim frowned as he held up the slice to his mouth. “Can I eat this while you tell me?”
“Yes. Of course. I apologize. I know you are hungry.” Spock pursed his lips. He walked into the kitchen himself and prepared to make himself some rice and a pot of tea. The pizza was, of course, for Jim. He did not eat pizza himself.
Jim chewed and nodded. “When you’re ready, come sit at the table with me.”
He took the pizza box to the table and sat eating while he waited for Spock.
A short time later, Spock brought his tea and rice to join Jim.
“Well?” Jim was smiling.
It occurred to Spock that Jim was a very amiable mate.
“I did not mention this on Vulcan when you were there as I did not wish to overwhelm you.”
“I was already pretty overwhelmed.”
“Mm. I came on strong.”
“You did. But it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. You never forced me.”
“Perhaps your aunt would not agree.”
“When we invite her to the wedding she’ll see how perfect you are for me.” Jim winked and he was smiling again.
Spock fought the answering smile. He was Vulcan after all.
Spock frowned. “Do you know what that is, Jim?”
“I know Vulcan. Gilda taught me before we went to stay there. You think that’s us?”
Spock would never get over how surprising Jim was. He nodded. “I believe so. A Vulcan priestess would need to examine our minds together to fully confirm my suspicion but everything that is between us convinces me that we are.”
“Vulcan soulmates.” Jim grinned. “I think that sounds great.”
“Look, I mean, even with the T’Pring thing, you deciding on me at that exact moment, her being there at that exact moment, you coming to me, me agreeing, doesn’t it seem…meant to be?” Jim sighed. “I don’t know, Spock. Even then I couldn’t quite shake this feeling that I knew you before.”
“Yeah. I mean we’d never met before yet…it felt like we had. Like I’ve always known you. In another universe, maybe? I don’t know. But my heart knew yours. Even then. If that’s T’hy’la, I have to welcome it.”
Spock blinked and he felt warmth blossom all over. He held his fingers toward Jim and was gratified when Jim immediately touched his fingers to Spock’s.
“Taluhk Nash-Veh K’dular.”
Jim leaned in for a Human kiss. “Ashau Nash-Veh Tu.”
Look for more of these two in the future! A sequel will be coming where we will even get to meet Aunt Gilda!
“I beg your pardon?”
Jim sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Spock, are you breaking up with me? Because I gotta say since I just moved in here that’s going to be—”
“No,” Spock said immediately. “Of course not. Why would you anticipate that was the subject of our discussion.”
“Because on Earth when someone says that it usually means the end of a relationship.” Forcing his heartrate to calm, Jim attempted a weak smile. “Guess the pizza can wait, huh?”
“For now. I do apologize but there is something I feel I need to tell you to allow us to have complete honesty.” Spock gestured toward the couch. “We should sit.”
Jim did and waited until Spock joined him there.
After a bit of a silence where Spock appeared to gather himself, he said, “The day I approached you in the teashop on Vulcan was not entirely random.”
Jim frowned. “Okay.”
“What I mean by that is I did pick you out due to overwhelming attraction but it was more calculated than that. My betrothed, T’Pring, was in the area at the same time, and I wished for her to see me making an assignation so that she would decided to end our betrothal bond.”
Jim nodded his understanding and then let out a long sigh. “So you used me to convince T’Pring you were unworthy of her.”
“Yes,” Spock admitted. “I did desire you, but my forwardness was due to the urgency of having T’Pring witness my attempts to woo you.”
“Woo,” Jim said, neutrally. “Fuck me is what you mean.”
“Did it work?”
Spock blinked. “Yes. She chose to sever our betrothal bond as she, too, prefers someone else.”
“Well then.” Jim shrugged. “Everything worked out for the best.”
“You are not angry?”
Jim smiled. “Do you want me to be?”
“Look, Spock, I never thought…I mean it worked out, right? After that one night we kept seeing each other because we wanted to.”
“Then it’s all good. I’m glad you aren’t betrothed any longer. That’s good. Can I have that pizza now?”
Spock’s lips twitched. “Yes.”
“You look grumpier than usual.”
Bones did not reply, but he did glance up at Jim as he continued to wrap Jim’s middle.
Jim sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry. I should have told you. I just…” He trailed off when Bones glared.
Spock had departed right after Bones had arrived and assured the Vulcan Jim wasn’t seriously injured and wouldn’t require hospitalization. Jim suspected Spock’s goal was to confront Owens for what happened to Jim. He tried not to be anxious about it.
“The truth is…the whole thing is humiliating,” Jim said, softly.
“Because, I’m not a victim, Bones. I hate that these assholes got the best of me at the bar and—”
“It was like three against one, Jim.”
“I know. And nothing happened to them. They were allowed to come into that bar and gang up on a civilian and they got away with it. If Pike hadn’t come in, I don’t know what would have happened.”
“I get it. I agree the Fleet should have done something.”
“Yeah, I mean I keep wondering what I should have been differently. I thought when I made a joke about them going to get more guys, I meant to diffuse it but it had the opposite effect.”
“Those guys were going to be macho dickheads no matter what you said or did at that point, Jim. They were spoiling for a fight and they set their sights on you.”
“I know that, but that’s where the humiliation comes in. I didn’t think I’d have to deal with them here, let alone have one of them come after me. So I wasn’t prepared and they got the best of me again. And it made me feel weak.”
“Jim, you are a lot of things but you aren’t weak or a victim. Being victimized doesn’t mean either. Now I can’t pretend to understand what thugs like Owens are thinking, but you can bet you won’t have to deal with him again.”
“Indeed, the doctor is correct.”
“Spock!” Jim smiled as Spock reentered the apartment holding a pizza box. “If that’s really a pizza, I’ll marry you.”
Spock arched a brow. “It is, so I look forward to the ceremony.”
Spock put the box down on the kitchen counter and then turned toward Jim and Bones.
“Cadet Owens is now former Cadet Owens.”
Bones finished wrapping Jim and stood. “Does that mean he’s no longer with Starfleet or that he no longer lives?”
Spock shrugged. “Take your pick.”
“He has been expelled,” Spock said. “And his accomplices are even now working on formal apologies to you if they want to remain with Starfleet. They expressed regret over Owens’ behavior and no direct knowledge of it.”
“Apologies huh? You accomplished all that in the short time you’ve been gone?”
“I work fast.” Spock paused. “Which you are personally aware of.”
Jim laughed again. “Boy do I.”
Bones snorted. “On that note, I’m outta here.”
Jim frowned up at him from where he sat. “You don’t want to stay for pizza?”
“And interfere with your wedding dinner? No thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jim got up and followed Bones to the door. “Okay see you.”
He turned back to Spock with a smile.
Spock suddenly looked uncertain. “Jim, we need to talk.”
Spock stared in dawning horror at the boot-shaped bruise on Jim’s abdomen just above his pelvis. His gaze rose from the bruise to Jim’s face.
“Who has done this?”
“That was quite clearly done by someone. You cannot pretend you injured yourself. I want a name.”
Jim nodded and exhaled, lowering is uniform to once more cover the bruise.
“I also want to take you to the hospital for medical attention.” Spock put his fingers on Jim’s wrist, but just as a light touch.
“I saw my friend, Leonard McCoy. He’s a doctor.”
Spock narrowed his eyes. “And what did he say about that?”
Jim took his wrist away. “That’s not fair.”
“You are in a relationship with a touch telepath. Some things you should get used to.”
“How am I to have any secrets?”
“Secrets pertaining to an injury of your person are not acceptable, Jim. Were the situation reversed you would not desire for me to hide an injury or illness from you. There is no need to protect the abuser who has done this to you.”
Jim sighed. “I know. And no Bones didn’t know about this. Just the scrape to me knee.”
“One of those giant assholes from that bar in Riverside spotted me on campus. I never saw him before he stuck his foot out and tripped me. Tore up my knee, which Bones fixed. While I was lying on the ground, he came up to me and stomped on my stomach with his boot. Then he left. Hurt like hell too. But I’m fine.”
“You are not fine and we are going to contact your doctor friend to examine you right now.”
“If you prefer, we can take you to the emergency room.”
Jim closed his mouth.
“That is what I thought. After the doctor examines you and assures me of your recovery I will seek out the giant asshole and see that he is expelled.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“In fact, I do. His name?”
“I think that one’s name was Ben Owens.”
Spock nodded. “Very well. Contact Doctor McCoy please.”
“Okay.” Jim reached for Spock’s hand and squeezed it. “I’m okay.”
“I prefer to get a medical opinion.” Spock squeezed his hand. “I do not like bullies.”
Spock had gotten home only a short time ago and he was expecting Jim soon so he knew he didn’t have a long time to contact his father. But it was best he get it over with than have Sarek do something stupid like show up at Spock’s apartment.
“Live long and Prosper Father.”
Sarek managed to look grumpy without his expression changing. He was good at that.
“The same for you, Spock. You received my message.”
“I sent it nearly twenty-four hours ago, it seems you did not find it terribly important.”
Spark inclined his head, ignoring the rebuke. Instead he said, “It is not.”
Sarek arched a brow. “Your bond to a Vulcan female is not important?”
“Former bond, Father.”
“You had your bond dissolved?”
“Negative, T’Pring did.” Spock paused and steepled his fingers.
Sarek’s eyes narrowed. “Why would she do that?”
Spock gave a slight shrug. “She felt that my attentions were on someone else. And in fact, she was correct.”
“James Kirk. A Human.”
His voice dripped with his version of sarcastic derision. Spock was quite used to it.
“Yes,” Spock admitted.
“That would not matter. There are many Vulcans that take other lovers besides those they are bonded to.” He sniffed.
Spock wasn’t sure how many did and he did not feel like asking Sarek if he happened to be of those.
“She also prefers another. Given that we both do, it made logical sense for her to seek the sever of our bond, which she has done.”
“And when were you going to tell me?”
“When you brought it up,” Spock admitted. “As you have done now.”
Sarek stared silently at him for some time without response. Spock could almost see the wheels turning in his head.
“Your mother has informed me that James Kirk lives with you now.”
“That is correct.”
Sarek nodded. “Very well. Live long and Prosper, Spock.”
And he was gone before Spock could provide any response.
It went better than he expected, but Spock couldn’t deny some measure of anxiety still pooling in his gut. Talking to his father tended to do that for him and no amount of meditation seemed to help.
Spock turned as he heard Jim at the door and a moment later his boyfriend entered their apartment.
Jim smiled at him and came toward him, arms outstretched. It was his typical greeting whenever they saw each other after a short separation. At first Spock had been uncomfortable with such displays, even in private, but now he looked forward to them, even if he would not admit it.
He pulled Jim close, leaning in to smell the vanilla bean shampoo Jim used.
“Oof.” Jim stiffened and eased back a little.
Spock frowned. “What is wrong?”
Jim’s tongue came out to lick his lips. “Well…”
Jim sighed and stepped back. His fingers going to the tunic of his cadet’s uniform. “Let me show you.”
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Bones knelt before Jim, examining the tear of his uniform and his bloody scraped knee.
They were on a short wall in a quad area of Starfleet Academy campus.
“You fell. You didn’t have help falling?”
“I ran into one of assholes that tried to beat the crap out of me at the Riverside bar,” Jim replied. “Or he ran into me. He stuck his foot out deliberately and I tripped and well…you see the results for yourself.”
“Who is this dickhead? You should report him.”
“I know how to deal with bullies, Bones.”
Bones gave him a look and then ran a regenerator over the scrape. “Fixed up good as new. Though that doesn’t fix your pants.”
“I can sew the tear. Thanks, Bones.”
“You tell this boyfriend of yours. Or whatever he is.”
“Boyfriend, significant other.” Jim smiled. “Spock, Bones. His name is Spock.”
“Yeah, yeah. Have you told him about these clowns?”
“No, of course not. There’s no reason to. That was just …a one off thing.”
“Mm. When do I get to meet Spudnick?”
Jim laughed. “Spock. Geez, I’m going to smack you.”
Bones snorted. “Well? When?”
“We’ll have you over for dinner soon.”
“Good. And I mean it, Jim. Tell him about these guys harassing you.”
“One guy, Bones.”
“Okay,” Jim agreed, just to get Bones to leave it alone. He stood up and smoothed out his uniform pants. “I’ve got class and so do you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let me know when for dinner.”
“Will do.” Jim smiled faintly as Bones moved off. Then he winced as he lifted his uniform shirt. He was getting a big fat bruise on his abdomen. He was going to have a hell of a time explaining that to Spock.
Jim got out of the shower, dressed, and joined Spock in the kitchen.
Spock looked a little…stressed. It’s not like he appeared like a Human would when stressed, but there was definitely something off about Spock that hadn’t been the case when he came home and they’d made out.
“Hey, are you all right?” Jim asked as he went into the fridge to get some iced tea.
Spock, who stood at the stove, working on stir-frying vegetables, nodded. “I received a message from my father, but I am fine.”
After pouring himself a glass, Jim leaned against the counter to watch Spock.
“And? Something bad?”
Jim hadn’t had a lot of exposure to Sarek while he and his aunt, Gilda, had been on Vulcan. He’d met and interacted with Amanda quite a number of times and found her quite warm and personable, despite as Gilda had said to him, ‘being trapped in a nightmare of her own choosing’. Jim adored his aunt, truly, but her experiences on Vulcan, teaching non-Vulcan children there, had made her firmly dislike the ‘Vulcan Bureaucrats’ as she also quoted to Jim.
She had disdainfully informed Jim that Spock’s father, Ambassador Sarek, was one of those detestable Bureaucrats. Ultimately the fact the Vulcan authorities stuck their noses into everything, again according to Gilda, was what made Gilda return to Earth, ultimately abandoning her impressionable students to their fate on Vulcan (again more according to his aunt then Jim).
Jim had returned to Earth with her, of course, but not before vowing that he and Spock would one day be reunited.
As they now were.
Spock shook his head and tossed in nuts with the vegetables. “A small matter which I will deal with at another time. Though I have long been an adult and responsible for my own life, he prefers to dictate what he thinks I should do.”
Jim laughed softly. “Welcome to my life. Mom does the same. She about croaked over when I told her Pike convinced me to enlist in the Academy. She informed me she knew him and intended to give him a piece of her mind.”
Spock glanced at him. “And did she?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know. She never said for sure if she did or not and I have yet to see him since I got here. What does your dad expect you to do?”
“Something I have long fought with him over. Do not worry over it. It is merely an irritation I must deal with. Like swatting a gnat.”
Jim smiled and moved in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “That smells amazing. Can I add shrimp to mine?”
“Of course. I already took some out of the freezer.”
“You know me so well.”
There was a loud crack of thunder followed by a flash of lightning. Jim stepped out of the kitchen then and went to the sliding glass door to the patio.
“Going to be a dark and stormy night. It’s starting to rain.”
“Good thing we are staying in.”
“Yep. And you know what’s great about weather like this?”
“What?” Spock wondered.
Spock shook his head. “Sex is great no matter the weather.” He paused. “At least with you.”
Jim returned to the kitchen and Spock’s arms. “Right back at you.”
Another installment of I Knew You Before
The apartment was quiet when Spock arrived but Jim had messaged him that he intended to take a nap, so after putting his book bag down, Spock headed for the bedroom and to Jim.
Prior to seeing Jim in the teashop on Vulcan, Spock had not believed in fated mates. It was a concept that was quite literally…alien to him.
Then he spotted the most beautifully gorgeous Human he had ever seen and had been so drawn to him that he had boldly approached that Human and asked to sleep with him.
Well, perhaps not exactly asked. Though had Jim reacted badly, Spock would have accepted the rejection.
Fortunately, Jim had been delighted. And confessed to Spock he felt the same pull that Spock had.
Spock sat upon the bed, gently stroking Jim’s hair away from his forehead. A moment later, Jim’s lashes lifted to reveal cerulean blue.
“Hey.” Jim smiled and ran his tongue over his lips. “You’re home.”
“I am. Just a few minutes ago. You are rested?”
“Yeah. Didn’t realize how tired I was until I got in bed. It’s all a bit of an adjustment for me.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Mm. Yeah. I didn’t bother getting lunch.”
“Then I will fix something.”
He made to move but Jim grabbed his arm and then his hand to keep him there. “Later. Right now, I would love a proper hello.”
“How can I resist?”
It ended up being an hour later before they finally got themselves up after vigorous lovemaking (I might actually write that scene for the time it is posted on AO3), and then, while Jim took a shower, Spock, after cleaning himself up, headed to the kitchen to make them dinner.
He had not anticipated this particular reunion with Jim, though he had intended to have one eventually, but he could not deny he was well pleased with the turn of events.
They belonged together, his T’hy’la and him, and that it happened sooner than even he planned was so much the better.
His PADD beeped so he went to fetch it from his book bag. There was a message from his father seeking an audience regarding…
Your Bond With T’Pring