This one is more like the lead up to the family gathering.
“How do I look?” Jim asked his husband after observing himself first in the mirror. He’d chosen not to wear his uniform for this was a personal occasion and they were not on duty. While Spock had dressed in Vulcan robes, he had opted for nice slacks and a long-sleeved button-down shirt he was certain he’d be too warm in.
“Acceptable,” Spock replied, absently.
Jim sighed inwardly. “Some day you’re going to have to tone down those compliments, Spock. They’re starting to give me a big head.”
Spock glanced at him. “Your head is of appropriate size.”
“That’s a relief.” He tamped down his annoyance. “Do you think she’ll like me?”
‘She’ was Sarek’s new Vulcan wife. Many years after the death of Spock’s mom, he had formally bonded with another and Spock and Jim had been invited to their home on New Vulcan for a ‘Meet and Greet’ or a family dinner, Jim supposed. Sarek had offered his lodging for them to stay overnight as well.
“I cannot say.”
“You can’t even guess?”
Spock shrugged slightly. “To speculate would be illogical. I do not know her specific preferences and cannot speak to them.”
“See, on Earth when you meet someone’s parents and they ask if they’ll like you, the usual preferred response is ‘I am sure they will love you as much as I do’ or some variation.”
“That would not be an accurate statement,” Spock told him. “Vulcans do not form opinions based on the perceptions of others.”
Jim’s jaw clenched. “Your dad likes me, though, right?”
“He has never stated whether he does or does not.”
“But you must have an impression.”
Spock denied this too.
“Oh my God. Why…why am I even going to this with you?” Jim exclaimed, no longer bothering to hide his anger and disappointment.
Spock now appeared perplexed. “Because you are my husband and I want you there with me.”
Jim narrowed his eyes. “What for?”
“Because you are important to me and should be included in a gathering with my family.” Spock came forward and took Jim’s hands in his. “Jim, their opinion of you is irrelevant.”
“How?”
“Whether they like you or not, it does not change who you are. You remain an outstanding individual with many honorable accomplishments, a great many admirers, a number of people who love you and respect you, me most especially.”
Jim blew out a breath and smiled a little. “You most especially?”
“Of course. I only meant that I cannot predict what her opinion of either of us will be, but that it does not change what is true, who we are to each other, and how we will go forward. That is what I mean by irrelevant. We remain committed mates with a deep, lifelong bond.”
Jim’s smile widened. “When you put it like that…”
Spock smiled slightly. “On the other hand, I cannot imagine how either my father or his new wife could find you lacking, because you are a treasure to me.”
Now he laughed. “Okay, okay. Now you’re making up for it. Come on, Spock. Let’s go meet the parents.”
“She is not my parent.”
“You know what I mean. Your father’s wife.”
“Indeed. And while I will respect that and perhaps even come to appreciate her, she will never replace my mother.”
Jim kissed him. “I know. Not in a million years. Come on. They’re waiting.”
Proof that our leaves here do change colors, contrary to popular myth. There are trees, of course, that do not change, but there are those that do. This is outside my work. In the background is a pond, or the remnants of one. They drained it a few years back which is a big shame. Ducks and geese use to hang out there and it was fun. Now only smokers hang around the area, and that is not fun.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 