Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Spock stared in dawning horror at the boot-shaped bruise on Jim’s abdomen just above his pelvis. His gaze rose from the bruise to Jim’s face.

“Who has done this?”

“Spock—”

“That was quite clearly done by someone. You cannot pretend you injured yourself. I want a name.”

Jim nodded and exhaled, lowering is uniform to once more cover the bruise.

“I also want to take you to the hospital for medical attention.” Spock put his fingers on Jim’s wrist, but just as a light touch.

“I saw my friend, Leonard McCoy. He’s a doctor.”

Spock narrowed his eyes. “And what did he say about that?”

Jim took his wrist away. “That’s not fair.”

“You are in a relationship with a touch telepath. Some things you should get used to.”

“How am I to have any secrets?”

“Secrets pertaining to an injury of your person are not acceptable, Jim. Were the situation reversed you would not desire for me to hide an injury or illness from you. There is no need to protect the abuser who has done this to you.”

Jim sighed. “I know. And no Bones didn’t know about this. Just the scrape to me knee.”

“What happened?”

“One of those giant assholes from that bar in Riverside spotted me on campus. I never saw him before he stuck his foot out and tripped me. Tore up my knee, which Bones fixed. While I was lying on the ground, he came up to me and stomped on my stomach with his boot. Then he left. Hurt like hell too. But I’m fine.”

“You are not fine and we are going to contact your doctor friend to examine you right now.”

“Spock—”

“If you prefer, we can take you to the emergency room.”

Jim closed his mouth.

“That is what I thought. After the doctor examines you and assures me of your recovery I will seek out the giant asshole and see that he is expelled.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“In fact, I do. His name?”

“I think that one’s name was Ben Owens.”

Spock nodded. “Very well. Contact Doctor McCoy please.”

“Okay.” Jim reached for Spock’s hand and squeezed it. “I’m okay.”

“I prefer to get a medical opinion.” Spock squeezed his hand. “I do not like bullies.”

Jim got out of the shower, dressed, and joined Spock in the kitchen.

Spock looked a little…stressed. It’s not like he appeared like a Human would when stressed, but there was definitely something off about Spock that hadn’t been the case when he came home and they’d made out.

“Hey, are you all right?” Jim asked as he went into the fridge to get some iced tea.

Spock, who stood at the stove, working on stir-frying vegetables, nodded. “I received a message from my father, but I am fine.”

After pouring himself a glass, Jim leaned against the counter to watch Spock.

“And? Something bad?”

Jim hadn’t had a lot of exposure to Sarek while he and his aunt, Gilda, had been on Vulcan. He’d met and interacted with Amanda quite a number of times and found her quite warm and personable, despite as Gilda had said to him,  ‘being trapped in a nightmare of her own choosing’. Jim adored his aunt, truly, but her experiences on Vulcan, teaching non-Vulcan children there, had made her firmly dislike the ‘Vulcan Bureaucrats’ as she also quoted to Jim.

She had disdainfully informed Jim that Spock’s father, Ambassador Sarek, was one of those detestable Bureaucrats. Ultimately the fact the Vulcan authorities stuck their noses into everything, again according to Gilda, was what made Gilda return to Earth, ultimately abandoning her impressionable students to their fate on Vulcan (again more according to his aunt then Jim).

Jim had returned to Earth with her, of course, but not before vowing that he and Spock would one day be reunited.

As they now were.

Spock shook his head and tossed in nuts with the vegetables. “A small matter which I will deal with at another time. Though I have long been an adult and responsible for my own life, he prefers to dictate what he thinks I should do.”

Jim laughed softly. “Welcome to my life. Mom does the same. She about croaked over when I told her Pike convinced me to enlist in the Academy. She informed me she knew him and intended to give him a piece of her mind.”

Spock glanced at him. “And did she?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know. She never said for sure if she did or not and I have yet to see him since I got here. What does your dad expect you to do?”

“Something I have long fought with him over. Do not worry over it. It is merely an irritation I must deal with. Like swatting a gnat.”

Jim smiled and moved in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “That smells amazing. Can I add shrimp to mine?”

“Of course. I already took some out of the freezer.”

“You know me so well.”

There was a loud crack of thunder followed by a flash of lightning. Jim stepped out of the kitchen then and went to the sliding glass door to the patio.

“Going to be a dark and stormy night. It’s starting to rain.”

“Good thing we are staying in.”

“Yep. And you know what’s great about weather like this?”

“What?” Spock wondered.

“Sex.”

Spock shook his head. “Sex is great no matter the weather.” He paused. “At least with you.”

Jim returned to the kitchen and Spock’s arms. “Right back at you.”