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100 Words Continuation, June 15, 2018

Jim licked his lips, catching powdered sugar as he did so. “No, it isn’t. Spock, you, you’re everything. And you…deserve better.”

“There is no one better. And we will not discuss this. Not again.”

“But I’m not getting better. I’m getting worse. You need to put me in a—”

Spock slammed his hand down on the table hard enough to make Jim flinch. “We will not discuss this!”

Jim sighed wearily. “We can’t keep ignoring this, sweetheart.”

“You are my husband and my bondmate. We will never be separated, Jim.”

“You didn’t bargain for this.”

“Neither did you.” Spock took Jim’s hand again. “Please, let us not fight about this.”

100 Words Continuation, June 12, 2018

Jim narrowed his eyes and moved his hand away. “I know that, Spock. I’m not stupid.”

“Jim, I never intended to imply that you are stupid.” Spock was suddenly feeling very weary.

“I just meant that we could go to his grave or something, that’s all.” Jim lowered his gaze. He pushed away the bowl of cream of wheat. “Not hungry.”

“Would you like to have the donut?”

Jim looked up hopefully. “Could I?”

“Yes.” Spock rose and went to the cabinet to get the powdered donut package. He brought it to Jim.

“I’m sorry,” Jim said softly.

“I know. It is fine, ashaya.”

100 Words Continuation, June 08, 2018

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Spock nodded. “I will inform him that a visit would be welcome.”

He brought the bowl of cream of wheat as well as the half and half over to the table in front of Jim.

Jim stared at the bowl. “Do I like this?”

“Yes, Jim.”

Jim smiled slightly and put his spoon into the bowl. “I miss our son, but you know who I also miss?”

“Who, ashaya?”

“Bones,” Jim said, matter-of-factly. “Think we can see him soon?”

Spock sat at the table next to his mate and reached for Jim’s hand. “Jim, Leonard has passed on. Remember?”

100 Words Continuation, June 05, 2018

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Recently, Suvoc had contacted Spock about coming for a visit and Spock had wondered if it would be a good idea. Perhaps he should mention it to Jim.

“Jim.”

“Yes?”

“Suvoc has indicated a desire to come for a visit.”

For a moment, Jim looked confused and Spock’s heart sank.

“Our son,” he said quietly.

“I know,” Jim said defensively. “He…doesn’t he live with us?”

“No, ashaya. He moved out, remember?”

“Oh. Yeah.” But he said it in such a way that Spock did not know if he remembered or just said what Spock wanted to hear. “Good. He should. I would like to see him.”

100 Words Continuation, June 01, 2018

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Jim sighed as he flexed his fingers in the warming gloves. His lips quirked up very slightly, which was a welcome sign.

“How was your dinner?”

“It was agreeable,” Spock replied. “But not agreeable enough to distress you. I was not thinking.”

“I’m all right.”

“Indeed,” Spock agreed, for it was easier for them both if he said so. “Cream of wheat tonight?”

“I’d rather have a donut.”

“After you finish the cereal.” Spock made to begin the preparations. It occurred to him that sometimes Jim was like a little child. He was reminded of the child they’d raised together.

100 Words, Continuation, May 29, 2018

 

That didn’t seem to make any difference to Jim because he looked sadder still.

“You should be able to go out with your friends, Spock,” he said somewhat snappishly.

“Come, sit at the table and I will make us tea,” Spock said in an effort to distract him.

Jim allowed Spock to lead him to their table and gently push him down into a chair. He grasped Jim’s hands in his.

“Your hands are cold. I will get the warmers.”

Spock went over to the kitchen drawer and removed the handwarmers. He quickly heated them in the microwave and brought them to Jim, helping to pull them over Jim’s somewhat gnarled hands. The heat would prevent them from becoming too painful.

100 Words Continuation, May 25, 2018

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“Why am I on the floor?”

Spock shook his head. “Let me help you up.” He stood and reached down to pull Jim up and into his arms. “That is much better, is it not?”

Jim sighed and leaned against him. “Yes. Much. Spock.”

“Yes?”

“It-it happened again, didn’t it?”

Spock swallowed heavily. “To what do you refer?”

“You know. I-I lost it again.”

Jim’s voice was soft and filled with pain. It made Spock ache.

“It is my fault, darling. My meetings took longer than I realized. And I allowed them to talk me into dining with them.”

100 Words Continuation, May 22, 208

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Spock’s hand shook as he touched Jim’s cheek. “Remember,” he whispered.

He did what he often had to do. Use their bond to remind Jim who he was and who Spock was. Usually morning and afternoons were Jim’s best times. He generally remembered and did all right. And if Spock was with him in the evenings, it never got to this point.

But Spock had been too long.

Jim’s blue eyes cleared, though they still shone with tears. “Spock?”

Spock gave him a gentle smile and allowed his hand to fall. “Yes, darling. It is me.”

 

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