Jim hadn’t wanted to come to Riverside for
the winter break. He’d told his mother no. At least a dozen times. But then he
had nothing else to do. Nothing. Bones was going home to Georgia for two weeks
with his daughter and to see his dad, and though Bones had invited him, Jim
felt like he’d be an outsider.
And then Spock, who he’d hoped to maybe spend
some time with, to, um, make it clear he liked the Vulcan more than as a buddy,
had declared he was going to Vulcan to visit with his parents. There had been
no specific invitation there and Jim would have turned it down anyway.
Sweltering on Vulcan as the awkward friend who had no one to spend the break
with, so Spock was stuck with him, wasn’t in Jim’s list of positive things to
Mom would be returning on the same day to
Riverside from having visited with Sam and his family for the last month or so
From San Francisco to Riverside, Spock would
be riding the shuttle with him. Spock had a short meeting at the shipyard there
and then he would be taking another shuttle direct to Vulcan.
Just before they were due to land, the pilot
had advised them that Riverside was experiencing a significant snow storm.
Spock eyed Jim. “I hope that does not mean
what I think it means.”
Jim grimaced and took a chance, reaching over
to pat his friend’s hand. Yeah Vulcan’s didn’t like touching. Except, well,
Spock didn’t seem to mind it too much from him.
“I’m thinking it means what you think. Your
shuttle won’t be leaving for Vulcan, Spock. Not today.”
Sure enough, when they landed and departed
their shuttle, the boards were filled with cancelations to every single
Jim stood next to Spock as they surveyed the
“Sorry, Spock. Looks like you’ll be stuck
here. At least overnight.”
“It would seem so. Wasn’t your mother due to
return on the shuttle from Toronto?”
Jim followed his gaze to the cancellation
board for arrivals. “Uh-oh.”
“How long do you think this storm will last?”
Spock asked, falling into step beside Jim as they walked toward the baggage
area of the shuttle bay.
“I wish I knew. Sometimes they are gone in a
day and other times…” His communicator buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket.
“Yep, that’s Mom. Hang on, Spock.”
He stepped away from the Vulcan so he wouldn’t
be forced to hear any lame family conversations.
“Mom? You okay?”
“Was about to ask you the same thing. Listen,
big storm in Toronto,”
He frowned. “Wait. What? There’s a big storm
She chuckled. “Yeah. I heard about that. But
I wasn’t getting out of Toronto today anyway, kiddo. And doesn’t sound like
tomorrow either. Did you make it to Riverside before they shut it all down?”
“Yep. Just landed. Spock came with me because
he had a meeting here, but looks like he’s not getting out of here to go to
“That’s too bad. But it makes me feel better
that you have someone with you at least. Look I had the neighbor over on
Johnson Road, Mr. Witherspoon, stock up the house ahead of time for us, so it
would be all ready for you and me when we got there. That’s good news for you
as you probably want to head straight to the farm before it gets too crazy.”
“You think of everything.”
“I sure didn’t think of this,” she said with
a sigh. “So I won’t be there for at least a couple of days. Hopefully not
longer than that. Do you think Spock will stay there that long with you?”
“I think Spock will hightail it out of here
the minute they tell him it’s okay. He’s a desert dweller. He won’t be amused.”
“Hmm. Well, I won’t keep you because I don’t
want you to be caught in something you can’t get home from. I love you.”
“Love you too, Mom. Enjoy your extended stay
with Sam and his family. Bye.”
Spock was waiting for him when he turned
around, holding his own communicator in hand. “My meeting has been canceled.”
Spock nodded, then looked uncertain. “I
suppose I should procure hotel accommodations.”
Jim snorted. “Get real. I have this whole
huge farmhouse where you can stay. It’s just the two of us since Mom can’t make
it out of Toronto. Let’s get going before it gets worse. You can notify your
folks when we get there. But something tells me they already know.”
“Likely. But I will contact them there
They got their bags and headed for the exit,
with Jim quickly flagging down transportation to make it to the farm.
By the time the hover cab dropped them off
the snow was falling so hard it was difficult to see in front of them.
“Hope you make it back okay,” Jim said to the
“I will. You were my last fare. I don’t live
too far. Have a good night.” And the guy was off.
Spock was pretty much covered in snow and not
at all happy about it. Jim thought he was about as magnificent as anyone or
anything he’d ever seen. And he wanted to tell Spock that, but he couldn’t get
the words out and Spock was looking unhappier, so Jim turned toward the house.
“Guess you don’t think this is a Winter
Wonderland,” he murmured as he accessed the front door with a swipe of his palm
He stepped aside to let Spock inside. Then he
followed into the cold and dark house.
“Computer, voice authorization, James
Tiberius.” He paused briefly.
“Lights and heat on.”
The house lit up bright instantly. He could
see the tension in Spock’s shoulder lessen even as the chill in the front hall
As Jim shrugged out of his snow covered
outerwear, he smiled crookedly. “I’m
guessing you won’t want to go outside to build a snowman we call a circus
The Vulcan’s brows furrowed. “Pardon?”
He shook his head. “Nah, nothing. Just a silly
Jim sang, “In the meadow we can build a
snowman and pretend that he’s a circus clown. We’ll have lots of fun with Mr.
Snowman until the other kiddies knock him down.”
Spock stared at him blankly.
“When it snows ain’t it thrillin, though your
nose gets a chillin…not much of a music lover, huh?”
“On the contrary,” Spock said primly. “I
enjoy a very eclectic selection of music from different species.”
“Ah. Just not a Jim and music lover.” He gave
a self-deprecating laugh. “Gotcha. You wouldn’t be the first to be resistant to
my various charms. Come on. Take off your coat and I’ll get you settled in a
Spock removed his snow covered coat and
placed it on the coatrack Jim pointed out and then followed him up the stairs
to the bedrooms.
“I guess you’ll be staying in Sam’s old room.
I’ll get the sheets all changed and everything.”
He led Spock to the room and Spock glanced
around the simple room made up of a bed and a dresser with a small attached
“Thank you, Jim. I know this is all
unexpected and you did not plan to have me as a houseguest.”
“Nah, it’s good on my end. What with Mom not
making it, it’s nice to have someone here. I’m just sorry you’re stuck with me.
Can’t be fun for you.”
Spock looked away for a second, then back to
Jim. He looked suddenly very serious and not at all Vulcan blank.
“Jim, I am afraid that you are under a very
Jim frowned. “Oh?”
“I do not feel stuck with you.”
He brightened then. “Oh, I know. I didn’t
mean anything. Just kind of a joke. I know you wanted to go see your parents
for the break.”
“And I will still be able to see them once
the storms pass, but that does not mean that I am in a hurry to depart from
“Well.” Jim nodded. “Okay good.” Warmth blossomed
in his chest. “We can change the sheets and stuff later. Want to go down for
something warm to drink?”
“Yes, but if you will permit me, I would like
to make contact with my parents. I will be down shortly.”
“Oh. Sure. Sure.”
When he got downstairs, he set water for boiling, checked out the fully stocked cabinets and refrigerator, as his mom had promised, and then checked his own messages. He had one from Bones.
it. I heard your area got a storm. Hope you made it safely. Listen Jim, when
the break is over, you really ought to tell the hobgoblin, er, Spock, how you
feel. Maybe you’ll be pleasantly surprised. Make it your new year’s resolution.
Jim smiled. Glanced up to the stairs just as
Spock was coming down. He had changed out of his uniform into a big brown
fluffy sweater. He got a funny lump in his throat just looking at Spock.
“Jim? Are you all right?”
He swallowed down that lump. “Spock, I…I
don’t know if this is the time or maybe if there never will be a time, you
know, that’s good. It’s just…I really like you. As a friend, sure, but…but more
than that. In fact, it’s more than like. And I guess maybe you probably…”
“Jim. Be quiet.”
His mouth hung open. “Did you just tell me to
Spock stepped close. “I did. You were about
to say I probably did not share your feelings. Is that correct?”
Jim blinked. “Yes,” he whispered.
Spock’s mouth covered his in a deep kiss. He
then drew back. “What does that tell you?”
“That I won’t need to put sheet’s on Sam’s
bed after all.” Jim laughed and pulled Spock back into a kiss. He heard a jingle
of bells in the distance. He pulled back. “Did you just hear bells?”
“I did not.”
“Hmm. Still snow is glistening.”
“Are you talking about that song again, Jim?”
He grinned. “A beautiful sight, we’re happy
Spock’s gaze went to the window in the
kitchen. “We are most definitely not walking in a winter wonderland.”