“What was that?” Leonard “Bones” McCoy demanded sharply as they heard the rustling of leaves or maybe rats.
James T. “Call Me Jim” Kirk laughed. “Who knows?”
“Why are we here again?”
Good question, really.
They were traipsing through a very dark park at close to midnight.
“And why are there no lights?”
“Power’s out over half the city,” Jim reminded his friend.
“Oh, sure. So when there’s a major power outage we should make sure to go skipping through some dark secluded park. Makes sense to me.”
“When I agreed to come I didn’t know there’d be an outage. And aren’t you the one who declared it was just a park, nothing spooky about it.”
“Well, it sure as hell is spooky now.”
Jim took pity on Bones. “You can go back if you want. I’m okay by myself.”
“Sure when they find your body with your throat ripped out or your guts oozing out I’ll feel real good about having gone home.”
“Geez, drama much?”
“I don’t like this, Jim. Which is why I agreed to come with you in the first place. You shouldn’t meet some stranger for the first time on your own. He could be a serial killer or something.”
“Mm. I know, you told me.”
“Why couldn’t he meet you some place normal? A public restaurant? The movies? Come to our apartment so I can grill him?”
“That’s probably why. He heard I had a mother hen living with me and you scare him off.”
Bones glanced at him. “You told him about me?”
“Of course. We’ve been talking nearly every night for there months. You come up in conversations sometimes.”
“Computer talk or talk talk?”
“I think I understand. At first just on computers and text on communicators. But then voice conversations.”
“So you have heard his voice?”
“Mm hmm. And a great voice he has.”
“Spare me. Still think it’s weird. What’s his name?”
“Spock.”
“Odd.”
“Told you, he’s Vulcan.”
A twig or something snapped near by and they both froze. It sounded loud in the darkness. Jim raised his flashlight, illuminating the area. But there was nothing in the beam of light.
He did notice he had reached the clearing where he was supposed to meet Spock. But there was no sign of anyone but him and Bones.
“Think he spotted me and made a run for it?” Bones asked, with some amusement.
“Could be. You are scary.” Jim sighed. “Spock? You there?”
But the only sound was their own breathing.
“I’ll wait a few minutes, I guess.”
But first ten and then fifteen minutes passed. No sign of Spock or anyone.
“Maybe the power outage prevented him from coming,” Jim said to Bones.
“Could be,” Bones said non-committedly.
He looked like he felt a little bad for Jim, and honestly Jim felt a little bad himself. Jim wasn’t used to being stood up. And he really liked Spock, from what he knew about him.
Jim sighed. “Let’s go home. No point in waiting out here for no one.”
“I’m sorry, Jim.”
“It’s all right, Bones.”
They made it out of the park and toward their apartment without any incident, though Jim thought he heard some weird noises along the way.
Once he even said to Bones, “You don’t hear wings flapping, do you?”
“What now? Wings flapping?”
Jim just laughed. “Guess not.”
The power was still out when they got to their apartment so Jim just went straight to his room. He had no communication from Spock, which disappointed him further.
Hours later he woke to a sound in his room. Jim bolted upright.
“Who’s there?”
“Do not be alarmed. It is Spock.”
Jim blinked. “Spock? How did you…”
A light beside his bed switched on and a tall, dark-haired man with pointy-ears all dressed in black stood near.
“I apologize for not being able to make our rendezvous.”
Jim swallowed. “How did you know where I live? How did you get into my room?”
It was then he noticed the open window. But that made no sense as his apartment was on the third floor.
His gaze flew back to Spock and it must have been his imagination as Spock’s dark eyes seemed to glow.
“My roommate—”
Spock shook his head. “I have already taken care of him.”
“Taken care of him? What?”
“He is unharmed,” Spock clarified. “I merely meant he will not interfere.”
“Interfere? With what?”
Spock held out his hand and as Jim stared into those glowing dark eyes, he rose from his bed and placed his hand trustingly in Spock’s.
Spock drew him close and lowered his mouth toward Jim’s neck.
“You will hardly feel a thing.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 