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The last of the super flashes before their story continues beginning October 04, 2019 and continuing every Friday through December 27, 2019.
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Spock
got closer again and immediately reached for the hand he had been holding
before. “Is this all right?”
“Very.”
Jim searched Spock’s eyes. “I thought…I mean when I said I loved you, well, you
didn’t say it back.”
“You
did not allow me to finish. I merely thought it was not the time for us to
declare such deep feelings. I never intended to imply I didn’t feel them.”
Spock paused. “Jim, everyone on the ship knows of my affection for you, how could
you not?”
Jim
opened and closed his mouth. Opened it again. “Uh. I don’t know. When were you
going to tell me?”
“When
it became relevant. As it just did.”
Jim
rolled his eyes. At least they didn’t hurt. “Not funny by the way.”
Spock
leaned in to kiss him again. “I apologize,” he murmured, kissing Jim’s lips
softly.
“Is
this real?” Jim asked, breathlessly.
“Yes,
ashayam.”
“Okay,
break it up, you space boyfriends.” Bones pushed Spock aside and gave Jim a
shot.
Jim winced, but honestly the pain wracking his body was worse than any shot pain. “Thanks. I think.”
Bones
smoothed the hair off Jim’s forehead. “You’re lucky to be here. We’re lucky you
are.”
“That
bad huh?”
Bones
glanced Spock’s way and then back to Jim. “Worse. This doesn’t leave this room
or the three of us, but let’s just say I was lucky to have a serum or two left from
a certain someone.”
Jim
frowned. “Khan?”
Bones
nodded.
“It
was still good?”
“Kept
it in deep freeze and yeah. Stuff is practically indestructible. But you aren’t.
So cut it out, will ya?”
Jim breathed out, glad it didn’t hurt quite as much as before thanks to Bones’ happy shot. “What’s the bad news then?”
Spock
stepped forward. “We were forced to inform Starfleet Command of your injuries,
Captain.”
“And?”
“Komack wants you to take a leave,” Bones said.
“What?”
“A
leave of at least three months,” Spock explained. “Your choice of locations.”
Jim’s
jaw tightened. “This is bullshit. He can’t take my command away from me!”
“He’s
not, Jim. He’s not. No one is being named captain in your place.” Bones patted
his shoulder. “Jim, I am telling you, your injuries were bad. You’re not even
getting out of this bed for another three weeks.” He held up his hand. “No
arguments. None. I’ve had it, Jim.”
Jim
bit his lip.
Spock
reached for and took Jim’s hand in his as Bones stepped back. “Jim. The Enterprise
will be out of commission for those three months. It will be a leave for all of
us. Considering the missions we have endured lately, it was highly recommended.
And the ship can use some repairs, according to Mr. Scott.”
“So
they really aren’t replacing me?”
“They
are not. They could not. The crew would mutiny and I have no desire to command
while you are away. I hope to spend your leave with you.”
Jim
closed his eyes and sighed. “Okay.”
“Do
you know where you wish to spend that leave?”
“No,”
Jim admitted, opening his eyes to look at Spock. “I can’t believe you’re really
here. And that you’re saying all these wonderful things.”
“I
am grateful you are here. Doctor
McCoy did not exaggerate, Jim. If you had died…”
“I
didn’t,” Jim said softly.
“Rest
now, ashayam. We have time to decide where our leave will be.”
Jim smiled, feeling suddenly rather loopy. “And to start our life together.”
“Indeed.”
Spock leaned down to kiss him once more. “Taluhk nash-veh k’dular.”
Jim’s
eyes drifted close. “What…does…that…mean?”
Warm
lips on his forehead.
“You
are cherished.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 