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Continuing story

Next Part of Love of a Lifetime

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Jim fell asleep on the shuttle to New Vulcan almost immediately after they boarded. This concerned Spock, because Jim often woke up a little confused, and in an unfamiliar setting, it would be particularly upsetting for both of them.   

It wasn’t that Spock didn’t want Jim to have all the care in the universe. If he could be helped, Spock would be first in line for it. Once, Spock had been accused of neglecting to pursue alternative care for Jim because he wanted to keep Jim completely reliant on him. Spock would sell his very Katra to see Jim well and safe and anyone who truly knew Spock, and what Jim meant to him, would know.

Across from them on the shuttle sat Suvoc and Ronan. They were speaking softly to each other, so softly that Spock would have to strain to hear, his hearing was not what it had been once, and he was too disinterested to bother. If Suvoc had found a bondmate even one-tenth as important to him as Spock had with his, then Spock was glad for them, whatever the circumstances that got them together. Spock could no more blame Ronan for the rogue Romulan, Nero, then his old counterpart could be blamed for the destruction of Romulus.  Probably even less so. Every species of every planet had their problematic citizens.

The truth was, Spock did not relish the idea of giving in to that most inconvenient emotion of hope. For if he did, if he allowed himself to be filled with hope that Jim would be well again and a true partner to him once more, and then the healers on New Vulcan advised that there was nothing to be done for Jim, then Spock would feel twice as devastated. It mattered not about how illogical that was. He would be no worse off than before he’d learned Jim could not be helped, and therefore, it made no sense to mourn what he’d never even had the hope of having.

And there was that word again…hope.

But he had it. It had come in. It had crept into his heart, into his mind, his dreams, uninvited, and most unwelcome.

And if they were both doomed to disappointment, Spock had a decision to make. He was well aware that Jim would not want to live years as he was now. And Spock was equally aware he would not live years without Jim. He had made that decision long ago.

So if all hope was indeed loss for Jim, for them, then Spock would have to, at last, end it for both of them.

As they approached New Vulcan, Jim began to stir, and Spock prepared himself for what he would face as Jim awoke, for his own mind was already filled with the dreaded horror of Jim’s desolate confusion.

Jim straightened from leaning against Spock and looked around the shuttle in panic. “What? What is this? Where am I?”

“Jim.”

He looked at Spock, but there was only blankness. “Who are you?”

“I am Spock.”

Jim shrugged. “So?”

“Your husband.”

Jim shook his head. “No. No. I don’t know you. Where am I? Where’s security? Someone help me!”

He scrambled up from his seat.

Suvoc put a hand on his shoulder. “Here. I will help you.”

Jim looked at him, frowning. “Who are you?”

“It is all right, Father…Dad. It is me. It is Suvoc. We are on the shuttle about to land on New Vulcan.”

“New Vulcan.”

“Yes. And Spock is your bondmate and husband.” Suvoc turned him back toward Spock. “You remember. You have been together many years.”

Jim’s face crumbled. “Spock,” he whispered.

“Yes, Dad. Go to him.”

Spock opened his arms and Jim went into them, burying his face in Spock’s neck, tears already flowing. “I am here, ashayam. I am here.”

He gazed across, over Jim, at Suvoc. They shared a look. They both knew that if this didn’t work, the option left open to them.

Spock hoped it worked.

And there, he was back to hope. All that he had. They had.

Where Do People Like Us Float, Chapter 6

No one will probably remember what happened in the last chapter so I am including it here: https://ivansstartrekfic.wordpress.com/2018/11/03/wdpluf-chapter-5/.

 Jim was aware Spock watched him very closely as they walked through the city. He was used to those around him giving him funny looks, but he definitely didn’t want those to come from Spock.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and tried to pretend Spock didn’t find him as strange as everyone else did. “I really don’t want to stay here.”

Spock stiffened beside him. “If you desire to return to your home—”

“That’s not my home,” Jim said, quickly. “And I didn’t mean that. I like being here with you, Spock.”

“Very well,” Spock said, cautiously.

“I’ve…never had a boyfriend.” Jim felt himself blush. “I mean…not that you are or anything.”

“You may think of me that way, if you wish.”

Jim’s face got hotter. “I like walking around with you. And lunch was nice, too. I’ve not really had a lot of friends either. I made friends on Tarsus, but…well.”

“Did they die?” Spock’s voice was soft and very gentle.

Jim nodded. “A few survived, but after we left, we lost touch.”

“I am sorry, Jim.”

Jim bit his lip. “It’s nice to have a friend.”

“For me also.”

He glanced at Spock. “Yeah?”

“I do not make friends easily,” Spock said. “I am welcomed neither by Humans or Vulcans. Not warmly anyway.”

“Well, don’t they suck.” Jim smiled. “But the thing is, when I’m finally old enough to blow this place, Eltron I mean, and never look back, I’ve met you.”

“It is Eltron you do not want to stay.”

“I don’t want to have to deal with Frank anymore. If she won’t leave him…I just don’t know what to do. It’s just so complicated now.”

“I have made a commitment to reside here for two years in order to teach the children here.”

Jim sighed. “I know. That’s part of the complication. I can’t stay here another two years, Spock.”

“And I cannot leave here before that.” He did not sound particularly happy about it, so that was something.

But it left things at a standstill between them. Jim liked Spock a lot. But to stick around for two more years…

That ended up putting a damper on things and both of them lapsed into a heavy silence. Eventually Jim suggested they go back and so they returned to Spock’s hover car and back to Jim’s house.

“Thank you, Spock. For lunch and everything. I didn’t mean for you to have to pay.”

“I did not mind.” Spock hesitated. “Jim.”

“Yeah?”

Spock shook his head. “It is nothing.”

Jim’s chest felt tight and his stomach kind of sour. He didn’t like it. He got out of the hover car and turned back to Spock. “I guess I will see you.”

“Yes, Jim.”

And he watched as Spock pulled away in the hover car.

He glanced toward the house. At least there was no screaming. That was something anyway.

When he got inside, he realized neither his mom nor Frank were home. And he was glad. The less he had to deal with them the better.

He was surprised his mom hadn’t left a note though. He went to his room and ended up falling asleep. When he woke again it was dark outside and in the house.

And his mom and Frank were still gone.

He made himself some food, added the additive and waited for them to come home. When it was pretty late and they still hadn’t come home, Jim went to bed.

****

Spock was surprised to see Jim so early in the morning. He was frankly a little surprised to see Jim at all, for things didn’t end very well between them the prior day.

He liked Jim a lot. Was very attracted to Jim. But if Jim was leaving—

“Jim?”

The human looked a little spooked. His blue eyes were wide and his hair disheveled. And his bottom lip was very red, as though he had been biting it over and over.

“Jim? What has happened? Are you all right?”

Jim clutched at him. “Something has happened. They’re gone.”

Trashing the Tree, Part 7

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For a moment, Spock continued to stand where he was, looking at the spot where Jim had lately been.

A most unusual reaction.

For him, anyway.

Spock was well aware Jim was an uncommonly handsome human male. There was not a thing wrong with Spock’s eyesight.

But he had just had a very strong reaction to the unexpected appearance of Jim’s pectoral muscles. His mouth was dry, his pulse raced, and there was an uncomfortable tightness in Spock’s trousers that could quickly become embarrassing if Jim noticed.

He was fairly convinced that Jim shared his romantic interest, but that did not mean he would appreciate a Vulcan in heat attacking him.

Spock turned and went into the kitchen. Jim’s coffee had finished brewing so Spock made himself busy by pouring Jim’s coffee and making his tea.

It was only a few more minutes before Jim appeared on the edge of the kitchen. He’d chosen a sweater himself, this one red and decorated with a big gold package tied with green ribbons.

Jim laughed when he saw Spock staring at him. “The ugly Christmas sweater, right? I actually bought this the other day, you know, when I thought Mom was coming, and since I already bought it, I decided to just wear it instead of returning it.”

While Spock very much preferred Jim’s bare chest, he decided the sweater was not all that bad. “It looks good on you.” He handed Jim the coffee mug.

“Yeah? Thanks again for this. Sorry I conked out on you last night. It’s been kind of a wickedly stressful week.”

“Has it?” Spock noticed that Jim leaned against the doorjamb, his feet bare of socks or shoes.

“Yeah, you know finals and then trying to get ready for the holiday, seeing Bones off, thinking Mom was coming.” He shrugged.

“I am certain you did well on your exams.”

“I hope so.” Jim smiled. “Shall we have our breakfast?”

“Certainly.” He followed Jim to the table and they spread out the croissants for eating. “What are your plans for today?”

“Oh nothing, really. I kind of kept it all open to let Mom decide.” Jim sighed as be picked up a big buttery looking croissant. “I feel stupid now.”

“There is nothing stupid in being hopeful, Jim.”

“I guess. But I know better, you know? Or I should have. How about you?”

“No specific plans.” Spock hesitated and then said, “My mother had wished for me to come to Vulcan for the break.”

“Yeah? What happened? Stuff at the Academy kept you from going?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Spock did not know if he should admit to Jim that he was the reason for him staying but he did not want to lie either. Vulcans did not lie. “I stayed because of you.”

Trashing the Tree, Part 6

Here you go, another part. Please note that tomorrow, Friday, there will not be an update to this as my Friday Flash Fic will be there. Next part for this is Saturday.

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When Jim opened his eyes his bedroom was light and he was bundled up in enough covers to keep a snowman warm. And he was no snowman. He thrust the covers off, panting at being too hot.

The thing was he didn’t even remember going to bed and he certainly wouldn’t have slept in his clothes.

And then he remembered how he’d spent last night.

Spock.

It must have been Spock who’d put him to bed.

The apartment was very quiet which probably meant Spock was long gone. And what had he expected? Spock to stay to watch over him while he slept? Ha. Hardly.

Still he knew a moment of disappointment that his seemingly magical night with Spock was over. But…he reminded himself, Spock did speak of the future. When talking about tea, but still, it counted.

Jim got out of bed and went directly to into the bathroom, and then after relieving himself, he got into the shower.

He was walking out of his bedroom, rubbing his hair dry with a towel when there was a knock on his door.

Jim immediately hoped it was Spock. Why Spock would come first thing in the morning, he didn’t know, but he just really hoped it was.

He kind of ran to the door.

Spock stood there, all right, wearing this incredibly sexy charcoal gray sweater and black slacks. And carrying a bag that smelled like fresh baked bread.

Jim decided he’d died and gone to heaven after all.

“Hi.”

“Good morning, Jim.” Spock’s gaze dropped from Jim’s face to his bare chest. He blinked rapidly. “You have no shirt.”

“Oh.” Jim laughed. “Yeah. Just got out of the shower. But at least I’m wearing pants, right? Come in.”

Spock did, looking vaguely dazed and a tad greener than usual.

“You okay?”

“I…yes.” He rattled the bag. “I have brought croissants for breakfast. I had thought to make breakfast, but I am afraid that I must confess something.”

Jim smiled encouragingly. “Yeah?”

“I do not enjoy cooking.”

He laughed again and noticed that Spock’s cheeks became greener. He just hoped it didn’t mean Spock was getting sick. “That’s cool. Croissants will work perfect. I just need to make coffee.”

Jim went into the kitchen with Spock right on his heels. He looked at his coffeemaker. “Oh. It’s ready.” He looked at Spock. “Did you set it up for me?”

Spock nodded but didn’t say anything.

“I think I’m in love,” Jim said, jokingly as he pressed the on button. “I’ll go put on a shirt and then I can make you tea.”

“I will make it.”

“Even better.” Jim grinned. “Thank you. This is awesome. Be right back.” He went toward his bedroom and the realized Spock was following him. He stopped and turned. “I’ll be right back. Really. Just have to put on a shirt.”

Spock nodded and then took a step forward, then stopped and straightened. “Yes. Yes. I will wait. Make tea.”

Jim patted his arm. “Good idea.”

And then he went into his room to look for a shirt.

 

Reader JJ wanted me to add this picture and this is the only place I could get it to go!

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Trashing the Tree, Part 5

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For a long time, Spock continued to sit on the couch with Jim sleeping against his shoulder.

It ended up being a rather unexpected way to spend his evening. He had intended to spend a quiet evening alone in his apartment reading a new astrophysics research paper.

But then he’d come across the mess that was Jim Kirk.

If only he had not been such an appealing mess. Spock probably should not have involved himself. While Jim was not in any of Spock’s classes, he was still a cadet and there was potential for conflict.

But as he watched Jim sleep, Spock found he did not care about that as much as he probably should have.

It wasn’t that he thought no one should be alone for the holidays. Terran holidays held no interest for Spock. He himself had thought to be alone during the break period until his mother had asked him to come home to Vulcan. But even then it was not with the intention to celebrate anything. He had, when he had decided he would go to Vulcan, spending the bulk of his time in meditating solitude. Constantly being barraged by Human emotions took a toll on him and he had looked to the break to ease that toll.

That was no longer an option. Not for Spock.

He could not leave Jim alone, holidays or not, winter break or not, and so, as he’d told his mother, he would not be going to Vulcan. Perhaps in the spring. And if it was not too optimistic, perhaps he would be bringing Jim with him.

For now, Spock decided Jim needed to go to bed. He shifted a little so that Jim was no longer leaning so heavily on his and got up from the couch. Then he reached down and scooped the human up into his arms.

He stirred for just a moment before settling back, continue to sleep as Spock carried him toward what appeared to be the bedrooms of Jim’s apartment. It was set up similarly to Spock’s own, although in Spock’s the second bedroom was his meditation room. Here he was unsure which room belonged to Jim, at least at first glance. But as he lingered in the doorway of the room on the right he decided it did not fit Jim and was likely Leonard McCoy’s.

As soon as he entered the left room, with the unmade bed, Spock knew this was it. It smelled like Jim, which was a pleasing scent indeed.

He carefully placed Jim on the bed. He was fully dressed in jeans and a shirt and Spock actually did consider removing his clothing, but decided they were not yet to the point where that would be appropriate and he pulled up the sheet and blanket to cover the sleeping cadet.

Spock left the bedroom and set about cleaning the apartment. It was not atrociously dirty but it needed work and Spock appeared to have energy to burn. He got rid of all the trash, cleaned the kitchen, straightened the living room.

He even set up the coffeemaker so that in the morning all Jim would have to do was press the button.

At the end of it all, he went to check on Jim, who still lay cocooned amongst the covers, looking very sweet and unexpectedly innocent. Spock once more felt a tug in his side.

Leaving Jim to sleep, Spock slipped out of Jim’s apartment to return to his own. In the morning, he would return to make Jim breakfast, but for now, there was nothing more to be done.

Trashing the Tree, Part 3

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When Jim came out of the kitchen, he looked crestfallen all over again which was really tugging at Spock’s emotions, his heart, if he must admit it. If Spock could do anything it would be to put a smile back on Jim.

“Are you all right?” he asked, stopping himself from calling Jim an endearment neither of them was ready for.

“Yeah. I don’t have any tea. Sorry.”

“It is not a crisis, Jim. My apartment is near, I will get some. The pizza has been ordered and should be here soon. I will return in a moment.”

When he got to his own apartment, he saw on the PADD he had left there, his personal one, rather than his Academy one, that he had a message from his mother to contact her when he had a moment.

He contacted her after locating his tea.

“Oh, Spock! There you are.” She smiled at him. She had removed her customary headscarf and was brushing her brown hair.

“Mother, it is pleasing to see you.”

“And you. I wondered if you had a chance to think about coming to Vulcan during the winter break. You did advise you were considering it.”

Spock hesitated and then nodded. “I have thought about it, and, I admit, I had intended to make the arrangements to go.”

“Oh! Great.” Her smile widened.

“However—”

“Uh oh.”

“I have met someone.”

“Met someone?”

“Indeed. And I find that I am needed here in San Francisco, after all.”

“Oh.” Her smile faded. “Must be someone very important to you, Spock.”

“I believe that he could be, yes.”

‘What’s his name?”

“Jim. James Kirk.”

She nodded. “I have heard that name somewhere.”

“His father, George Kirk, he—”

“Oh, yes, of course. I know now. That poor boy. Very well, Spock. I understand.”

“I do apologize, Mother. If you want, I can change—

“Oh, heavens no. Just keep me posted.” She smiled again. “Talk to you soon, Spock. I love you.”

She was gone before he could reply, not that Spock was certain what to reply or ever was, really. Mother was human and given to frequent expressions of her affection.

He turned and left his apartment to return to Jim’s. He smelled the pizza as he approached. Jim was opening up the box that lay upon his dining room table.

“I apologize I was longer than I anticipated.”

Jim turned, smiling. “It’s all right. I’m glad you came back though.” He laughed. “I was beginning to wonder. But since you already paid for the pizza…which hey. I invited you to dinner, so I should have gotten it.”

“It is a small matter,” Spock assured him. “Just as the tea was.”

Jim nodded. “I drink coffee for the most part, so I just, I’ve never had it here. And Bones doesn’t drink it either.”

“We can leave this box here, for the future.”

Those blue eyes lit up again, all sadness replaced by hope and eagerness. Spock found himself glad he had spoken the words.

“Yeah. Here. Let me get you a slice of pizza. Then I’ll make your tea and we can hit the tree.”

Spock’s brows furrowed. “Hit—”

“Decorate it.” Jim laughed.

It was a more genuine laugh then Spock had heard all night. It caused a fluttering in his side. And though he did not like to disappoint his mother or miss out on the chance to go home, Spock was glad he was not going to Vulcan.

Where Do People Like Us Float, Chapter 3

Jim grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and downed the whole thing in just a couple of swallows. A least he was able to drink water without any additives. Then he went back outside and headed in the direction of Spock’s house.

There was no sign that anyone was outside, which was too bad, because Jim would have preferred not having to knock on the door. He really didn’t want to bother Spock’s mother.

He hesitated, biting is lip. He could just wait until Spock did come out. But that could take hours. Or he could just go back home. Not that he really thought of this place as home.

Riverside was home. Until it wasn’t. Part of him just wanted to go back there.

Jim went up to the front door and knocked. He had no idea what he was going to say if Spock’s mom opened the door.

But to his relief it was Spock who peered out at him. But the for a long time, Spock just stared blankly at him. Almost like he didn’t even recognize Jim.

“It’s Jim. You know. From yesterday.”

Spock nodded. “Yes, of course. Hello, Jim.”

“Um. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering about the kitten.”

“Yes, I have kept the kitten and Mother has named her Butterscotch. You may come in and see her if you would like.” Spock opened the door wide to let Jim inside.

Jim grinned and entered the house. There was no sign of anyone other than Spock and he heard no noises.

“My mother is out,” Spock said, as though reading Jim’s mind.

Which Jim had heard was possible. Weren’t they some sort of telepaths?

“Are you mind readers?” Jim blurted out before he could stop himself.

At that, Spock arched a pointed brow, which Jim had to admit was cute. “That would come in handy for certain. Alas I cannot. Nor do other Vulcans. We are touch telepaths. And there are limitations there as well.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Jim nodded. “You’re my first Vulcan.”

Spock tilted his head. “Butterscotch is this way.”

Jim followed Spock to a bedroom he assumed was Spock’s. There was a strange instrument attached to the wall. “What is that?”

“It is a Vulcan lyre. I have been playing it since I was a small boy.”

“Yeah? That’s really cool.” Jim shuffled his feet. “Wish I played a musical instrument. But I’m not musical.”

“Anyone can learn, Jim. Would you like me to teach you?”

Jim’s draw dropped open. “You-you would do that?”

“Why not?”

“I…well. I wouldn’t want to waste your time.”

“It would be no waste of time. My father taught me.”

“Is your dad here too?” Jim asked.

“Negative. He is on special assignment at present. Our residence here is temporary.”

“Yeah. Me too. I don’t plan on sticking around here either.”

Spock crouched down next to his bed and then when he rose he held the squirming orange kitty in his hands.

He could not keep the grin from his face. “She is so cute! Can I-can I hold her?”

Spock handed Jim the kitten,

She immediately started purring as he raised her to his chest. He rubbed his face against her fur.

“It is a shame you were not able to keep the cat for yourself,” Spock said softly.

“Frank doesn’t like animals. Or anything living really. I had a dog before.” Jim felt a dull ache in his chest. “Anyway, I’d probably be allergic. Seems like I am to everything.”

“She has adjusted well so far. What happened to your dog?”

He stared down at the purring kitten, his stomach twisting painfully. “He didn’t make it.” Jim handed the kitten back to Spock. “I need to go.”

“Very well. I had thought to offer you tea but—”

“No, that’s okay. I really need to go.” He turned abruptly and fled from Spock’s house.

****

“There you are,” his mother announced when he entered the house that afternoon. “Where have you been?”

She stepped over to him and grabbed him by his shoulders. She studied him carefully. “Have you been smoking again?”

“No,” he denied, even though he had just had a cigarette.

“Don’t lie. I smell it.”

He brushed her away. “Then why ask me?”

She sighed and went back into the kitchen to the stove. “You said you stopped.” She looked at him. “Are you cutting again?”

“No.” Not that he hadn’t thought about it. “I did quit smoking. But today was just…hard. So I had one.” He sulked down into the chair at the dining room table.

She put the spoon down she had been using to stir the food in the pot and came to sit next to him at the table. “Things didn’t go well at the doctor?”

He snorted at that. “It never does. She threatened me.”

“Jim—”

“She did. To institutionalize me.”

“I won’t let that happen. Frank said you didn’t tell him much about your appointment.”

“As if I would,” he mumbled. “I met a guy. He lives nearby.”

“A guy? Yeah?”

“A Vulcan.”

She laughed. “On this planet?”

“He’s a teacher. He offered to teach me how to play the lyre.”

She raised her brows. “Did he? How interesting.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Give me a break. His name is Spock.”

“You like him. Don’t you?”

Jim shrugged. “Well.”

She smiled a little. “Maybe you can invite him over so I can meet him.”

“With him around? No thanks.”

“We’ll pick a day when he isn’t.” She stood up again and squeezed his shoulder as she went back into the kitchen. “I’m making chili beans. Is that okay?”

“Sure.” It wasn’t like everything didn’t taste like the additive anyway. But she liked to pretend he could actually taste the food.

“Jim, I know you don’t like Doctor Cassadine but can you go just a few more times? And then if you still feel the same way, we’ll tell her to forget it.”

Jim got up from his seat and went to the fridge, taking out a chilled glass water bottle. “How many more times?”

“Two. Maybe three.”

He bit his lip. “Two.”

“Okay,” she said with obvious reluctance. “Sit back down, it’s almost ready.”

He retook his seat, glancing toward the hallway when he heard Frank yelling at someone from the office. “You know he’s not going to take those anger management classes you want him to take.”

She brought a bowl of the chili beans over to him. “You really shouldn’t interfere, Jim.”

Feeling rebuked, he lowered his gaze to the beans and took a spoonful. He put it in his mouth and chewed.

“How is it?”

“Good,” he said mechanically.

She petted his hair and sat down next to him. “I’m off tomorrow so I want to take you into town to get some new clothes. You’ve changed sizes again.”

“I don’t need new clothes.”

“Are you kidding? Those jeans you’re wearing right now are falling off you. We’re going. So be ready.” She ruffled his hair. “Maybe a new PADD too.”

The Love of a Lifetime,September 03,2018

Spock put his hand on his sleeping husband’s face, waiting for the fog to lift and Jim to come to awareness once more. He could feel Jim’s mind springing back, the confusion fading away as Spock reminded him of who he was, where he was, and their life.

Eyelids lifted to expose the beloved blue. When Jim was gone, Spock would be gone too. There was no other outcome for either of them.

“Hello Spock,” Jim said softly. “Have I been asleep long?”

“No, T’hy’la. Just a couple of ours. I have had tea with our son and his mate.”

“He looks happy, yeah? I mean as happy as Vulcans can look.”

Spock smiled slightly. “Agreed. Would you like to get up now and have something to eat with us?”

“All right.” Jim’s tongue darted out as he sat up. “Spock, what’s really going on? What is Suvoc here for?”

Spock hesitated only a moment before taking Jim’s hand in his. “He wishes to convince us to go to New Vulcan with him to experiment with a treatment he hopes will help with your dementia.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded. “I-I suspected it was something like that. But—”

“I ask that you consider it and what he has to say, adun. If not for our sake, but for his. He has already lost his birth parents as well as his relationships with Ambassador Spock and Leonard. It has all taken its toll on his, Jim. He tries not to show it but I assure you it does.”

Jim raised his other hand to Spock’s cheek. “You would know, wouldn’t you? All right, sweetheart, I’ll listen and keep an open mind.”

Spock moved his face to kiss Jim’s palm. “You are everything. Come. Do you wish a shower first?”

He helped Jim up from the bed.

“Yeah, maybe. Still feel a little groggy and kind of sweaty.”

“Here, I will help you.” And he led his husband into the shower, thinking of their many intimacies there in their distant past.

If you would like to revisit one here it is: Shower Scene from Changes

The Love of a Lifetime, August 24, 2018

It was only Sa-Mekh who came out a few minutes later.

“He’s resting. I put him down for a nap,” Sa-Mekh said. “He should be better when he awakens.”

Suvoc had no doubt that when Sa-Mekh said he put Father down, much like a parent does for a child, he helped Father ease into sleep. Fear and uncertainty curled in his stomach.

Sa-Mekh looked to Ronan, who remained as cool and calm as he ever was. “Which of your parent was human?”

“My mother, actually,” Ronan replied, taking the tea Suvoc handed him, with an easy smile that served to melt some of Suvoc’s unease. “My father was Romulan and Vulcan. His father was Vulcan and his mother Romulan. It was she who raised me.”

“You were raised by your Romulan grandmother,” Sa-Mekh said with a stiff nod.

“Yes. She was a former commander in the Romulan forces.”

Suvoc decided it was time to direct Sa-Mekh away from the inquisition. He opened his mouth to speak.

“How did you two meet?”

“Sa-Mekh—”

Ronan held up his hand. “All is well, e’lev. Were my grandmother alive, you would be subjected to similar inquiry. My people are gone, all of them, and I went to the colony to help with rebuilding all that I could with New Vulcan. I am only a quarter so I was rejected as a sperm donor, but I am involved with implementing native plants and species onto the colony. This is how I met Suvoc.” Ronan smiled in Suvoc’s direction. Being only a quarter Vulcan, Ronan smiled easily, showed his affection easily, and yes, his wisdom. “After our initial acquaintance, your son found that it was his time. We decided I would assist him with that.”

Suvoc felt himself color but did not add anything to Ronan’s words. Indeed, what else was there to say? Sa-Mekh could fill in the blanks.

“And you are well…suited?”

It was the closest Sa-Mekh would come to asking if there was affection between them. Suvoc nodded. “Yes. I wish to speak of Father. When can I talk to him of the healers on New Vulcan?”

“I made him aware of your intention to speak, but whether he recalls that, at this point, I cannot say.”

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