“You know you should be with Spock.”
Jim looked up, annoyed at the interruption from Uhura as he sat in an isolated corner of the mess choking down what passed for his dinner while he attempted to file multiple reports that were due yesterday at least.
“Yeah because I’d definitely rather be doing this,” he snapped.
She wrinkled her nose. “I just mean…today’s the anniversary of his mother’s death.”
“I know. I was there.”
She sighed and sat down. “He’s upset and trying not to show it.”
“I know, Uhura. But this has to be done. Komack is breathing down my neck and I’m so behind on this shit, I’m getting my ass chewed and spit out.”
“I could do them for you,” Uhura offered.
He shook his head. “It’s classified. You aren’t allowed to touch them.”
“Since when do you care about regulations?”
Jim snorted. “I’ve cared for a long time. And so should you. I don’t want you getting into trouble.”
“Okay, but…”
“You could go and spend time with him.”
“Sure, I could. But he’s stopped wanting me around for comfort a long time ago, Jim. He needs you. He wants you.”
Jim pinched the bridge of his nose, eyed his half-finished fried shrimp and fries and grimaced. “Okay. I can spare a few minutes.”
She covered his hand with hers. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so much pressure. You know I would help if I could. We all would.”
“Yeah, I know. They send the Enterprise out for everything these days.”
She smirked. “Our famous command team.”
“It’s creating way too many headaches. I don’t know why they need all of this.” He turned off his PADD and stood.
“You go on to Spock. I’ll clean up here.”
He nodded. “Thanks.”
****
When he got to his quarters, Jim wasn’t surprised to find Spock there and meditating in his alcove.
So Jim sat down at his desk and turned his PADD on, continuing to work. He’d learned long ago not to interrupt Spock when he was meditating.
Since they’d gotten together, though they had separate quarters, Spock spent all his time with Jim. They both slept better together, and they had decided not to bother fighting that.
He worked for an additional hour before he saw movement where Spock had been, so he paused his work, and rose from behind his desk.
“Spock?”
“Jim.”
He approached the alcove and without a word, opened his arms.
Spock hesitated only a second before he stepped into Jim’s embrace. He wrapped his arms around his Vulcan boyfriend and just held him wordlessly.
Finally Spock whispered, “I will help you with your reports.”
“If you want to.”
“I need a distraction and you need help. No better solution.”
Jim drew back and offered a soft smile. “I love you.”
“And you own my heart,” Spock responded. “Thank you. Let us finish your reports.”
Jim took Spock’s hand and led him over to the desk.
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