Here it is folks, the end for now (if there is enough clamoring there will be a second fic)
Spock’s breath hitched and his arms came around the man, pulling him close. And all at once that connection he’d felt seemed to ignite.
Jim pulled back to look at Spock’s face. “That’s pretty cool? Do you feel that?”
“I do, T’hy’la.”
“That’s a Vulcan word?’
Spock nodded. “Yes. I—”
Jim stepped out of Spock’s arm and he had to fight to keep himself from seizing hold of Jim to draw him back.
“We should talk,” Jim said. “Is that food I smell?”
“I had brought home my dinner and left it in the hallway when I discovered someone had accessed my door.”
To Spock’s surprise, Jim laughed.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I did get permission though. If you want to talk to the guy out front.” Jim moved over to the door, opened it, and picked up the to-go bags Spock had left there. “You can go ahead and eat, if you want.’
Spock took the bags from Jim and brought them to the kitchenette. “Are you hungry?”
“I’m always hungry.”
Spock got out two plates as Jim perched on a small stood next to where Spock prepared their food.
“You must have a lot of questions.”
“I do, yes.” Spock’s gaze to meet Jim’s. “The most important one is, are you all right?”
“Yes, thanks to you. I can’t…” And here Jim’s voice cracked. He closed his eyes for a moment and Spock couldn’t stop himself for reaching for Jim’s hand. He was pleased when Jim allowed him to hold it. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am. I spent way too long in cat form.”
“I am gratified that your family was able to assist you.”
“You bringing me to them was definitely the right thing to do, but I’m sorry they hit you. Are you okay?”
“I am satisfactory. I do wish I would have been able to stay.”
“The family unit is very protective of our status,” Jim replied.
“And you are safe? Those that were after—”
“They’ve been taken care of for the moment. My family has some powerful Federation allies. You don’t need to fear them anymore, Spock. They’ve been neutralized.”
Spock didn’t think that sounded very good but he also thought he probably shouldn’t ask too many questions. If Jim said they were no longer a threat, then he believed him.
“I guess at some point my miraculous reemergence as being alive will come out,” Jim was saying. “I don’t know what that will mean for my Starfleet career or really anything. It’s strange not being Human for five years.”
Spock put a plate in front of him. “Eat.”
Jim gave him a smile. “Thank you. For this and for everything. And if it’s not too weird, I really want to get to know you better. A lot better.”
Spock exhaled slowly. “It is not too weird. I would like that as well.”
“Yeah?” Jim squeezed his hand, released it and picked up his fork. “So, uh, what does T’hy’la mean?”