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Flash Fic Friday, October 06, 2017 (Two Days Early)

My prompt this week as a Harvest Festival and rather than wait, I decided to go ahead and post it! 

“Here, let’s check these out,” Nyota said to Spock as they approached the next stall of what had been billed by the locals as a “Harvest Festival”.

Spock had been forced to cover up his ears with a rather uncomfortably snug and hot wool hat. The information had been that this particular planet was similar to Earth in the 21st Century. And they did not at all know Vulcans.

They had to be careful, of course, due to the Prime Directive.

“I should have stayed on the ship,” Spock said quietly to Nyota.

“Jim’s down here. Do you honestly think you would want to stay up there while he’s possibly in danger here?”

His lips thinned. “No. And in fact he is past the time he was to rendezvous with us.”

“Only a few minutes. And Leonard is with him. He won’t let anything happen.” Nyota tugged on his arm. “Here, you should buy something for him.”

“Doctor McCoy?”

“No. Jim.”

“Why?”

“Because he is your boyfriend now, of course. You should be wooing him with gifts.”

“Since he is already my boyfriend why do I need to continue to woo him?”

Nyota sighed. “This is one of the many reasons we broke up, Spock. It’s just to show him you’re thinking about him.” She stopped by a display of caramel apples. “Here. Apples. Jim likes apples.”

Spock looked at them. “Yes, he does.”

“And I bet he likes caramel. He’s got a sweet tooth. Oh look at this one.” She read the tag. “Enrobed in caramel and then sprinkled generously with toffee bits.”

“What are toffee bits?”

“Some kind of candy.” She smiled at the person behind the stall. “We’ll take this one.”

The person rung up the purchase all the while giving Spock an odd look. And who could blame her. It was hot and windy and he was wearing a winter hat as well as a heavy cape.

As they moved on, Nyota pointed out what she called a Cornucopia. “You should get this for him too.”

“For what purpose?”

“He can display it on one of the shelves in his quarters. Look how cool that is.” She held it up.

Spock shook his head. “Jim does not display anything on his shelves but books.”

“Now is the time for him to start.”

“I do not think so.”

Nyota sighed and moved away to stand at the end of the street, shielding her eyes from the sun. “Here he comes now. Hide the apple.”

“Why?”

“To give it to him in private.” She shoved it into the pocket of the brown cape he wore.

Spock watched Jim carefully as he and the doctor approached them. He saw no signs of injury.

“Hey. Has Thompson returned?”

“Yes, sir, he’s over on the other side of the festival,” Nyota replied.

“Great. We’re done here. So—”

“I haven’t gotten to check out this thing,” McCoy announced.

“Bones—“

“Fifteen minutes…tops. Come on, Uhura, lead the way.”

Spock watched as the doctor and Nyota walked away to look at the displays. Jim watched them with bemusement.

“Never thought he’d care about some old festival.”

“Did they have these in Iowa, Captain?”

“Oh sure. They always had Harvest Festivals. Winter Festivals, too, actually.” Jim moved closer to him. “So, Mister Spock…wait. What’s this?” He was pocking at the apple in Spock’s cape pocket.

“It is for you,” Spock admitted.

Jim smiled. “Yeah? What is it?”

For some reason Spock found himself blushing. He was not used to presenting gifts to Jim. And judging by the smile on Jim’s face, perhaps he should be. He took out the wrapped apple and handed it to Jim.

“Wow,” Jim said as he stared at it. “This looks sooo good.”

“You are pleased then?”

“Of course I am. Can’t wait to bite it.” Jim leaned in and pecked Spock very softly on the lips. It was quick and over before Spock knew it. “Thank you.”

Perhaps Nyota had been correct after all.

“You are welcome, Jim. Do you know what a cornucopia is?”

Jim gave him a puzzled look. “Yeah.”

“Come, let me show you one right over there.”

 

 

Conclusion, Bones Gets Married

And here’s the final part, thanks for indulging me. It may end up at AO3. And for photos, I just wanted to use these even though it doesn’t really go with the story HA HA. Maybe this is what they wear to the wedding when it happens. With pointy ears of course.

 

Jim felt full for the first time in a long time. Maybe Bones was right and he should eat more. The thing was he didn’t enjoy cooking for just himself so he spent most nights at his office at HQ late into the night until, really, he had to go home and face his empty apartment. He survived on coffee, mostly, at HQ, and when he got home he didn’t want a big meal right before bed, so he had the replicator make himself something small like toast.

He was outside by himself, in Bones’ front yard, actually. It was a little chillier than he’d thought it would be considering how warm it had been during the day. Inside he could hear Bones, Shayla, and Joanna washing dishes in the kitchen. It was too fucking cute, is what it was. Jim was glad Bones was happy. Even if it meant Bones was no longer just down the hall from him.

When they’d first returned from that last mission Bones and Shayla had an apartment in the same building, literally down the hall from his. But Bones wanted to live closer to Jo, which Jim totally didn’t blame him,  and pretty soon they were moving to Georgia.

Jim hated all the changes. And he was way lonelier than he’d thought he would be. But well, that was life wasn’t it?

He was about to turn and go back into the house when the hover car appeared just a few houses down. Jim stopped to watch it. He was more than a little surprised when a small Vulcan boy appeared. He looked to be just over three years old. He had the typical bowl cut, though his hair was not as dark as most Vulcans, and the cutest little pointed ears. He was dressed in jeans and a buttoned down shirt, rather than the Vulcan robes one might expect. He carried what appeared to be a stuffed sehlat.

Jim could not help but smile at the boy as he approached Jim with a very serious expression.

The boy held up his hand in the ta’al. “Live long and prosper.”

Jim returned the gesture. “Peace and long life.”

He crouched down to the boys level then.

“Would it be considered illogical to embrace you?” the boy asked.

Jim’s smile widened. “Absolutely not. It’s entirely logical.”

The Vulcan boy nodded and then leaned forward to wrap his small arms around Jim. Jim returned the hug tightly.

Then he pulled back. “Where is your sa-mekh?”

“He is coming.”

Jim straightened as Spock was walking from the direction the little Vulcan had come from.

“Hey,” Jim said softly.

As Spock reached him, Jim heard the front door open behind him.

“I didn’t know you were coming.”

“It was difficult to finish in time, but I did not wish to miss Leonard’s wedding,” Spock told him. He was dressed in black jeans and a black sweater.

Jim grabbed the collar of Spock’s sweater and kissed him thoroughly.

“Get a room,” Bones called from the front porch.

Jim laughed and then kissed Spock again. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“And I you, Adun.”

“If you avert your eyes, it is easier,” Jim’s son said to Bones.

“Yes, but your Dad is a noisy kisser, I can still hear him.”

“Oh, be quiet,” Jim said, throwing his arms around Spock’s neck. “So, do you have to go back?”

“Negative. Not for several months. We will return to our home in San Francisco with you.”

“How come you didn’t tell me?”

“We didn’t want to get your hopes up, Jim, in case Spock couldn’t make it happen.”

“Well, it’s a great surprise.” Jim turned from Spock and reached down to scoop up the Vulcan boy. He kissed his son soundly on the boy’s cheek, laughing when he made a face. “Now, it’s a vacation!”

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