Jim was resplendent when a short time later he appeared before Spock dressed and ready for their renewal ceremony. Somehow he’d obtained, Spock imagined by contacting McCoy, the embroidered robes he’d worn when they formally bonded all those years ago on New Vulcan.
“You are beautiful.”
Jim gave him a doubtful look. “Yeah? I mean It’s just a tad tight around the stomach. I guess I put on a few pounds in these last fifteen or so years.”
“Not many. You are quite fit.”
Jim smiled. “I’m more gray too. By a lot.”
“We all age, Jim.”
“Not you. Look at you. You look the same. I’m jealous.”
Spock shook his head. “You are stubborn as ever. You are magnificent and everyone knows it. Do I have the doctor to thank for sending our robes here?”
“Uh-huh. I contacted him right after I talked to T’Merr.”
“That is the priestess?”
“Yes. She’s ready anytime we are.”
“Are there to be guests?”
“Nope. I decided to make it private. Just you and me. Well her too obviously.” Jim looked uncertain. “That’s okay, right? Or should I have invited our friends?”
“I am content with just us,” Spock assured him. He took Jim’s hand in his. “Shall we?”
Jim leaned in to kiss him. “She’s waiting for us in the private garden.”
Hand in hand, the two of them walked out to the suite’s private garden area where Spock saw the Vulcan Priestess waiting for them. He didn’t remember ever seeing her before but she looked young.
“Spock, this is T’Merr. And this is Spock.”
She greeted Jim with warmth in her eyes and then turned to Spock. “I have heard much about you, Spock. I am familiar with your sire.”
Spock acknowledged this and couldn’t help nut murmur, “It is unusual to find a Vulcan Priestess on Risa.”
“Indeed. I suppose it is unusual to find a Vulcan at all,” she returned. “I am currently on sabbatical.” She paused. “A crisis of logic.”
“I assure you I still quite trained and capable of this, however, or I certainly would not have agreed when your very charming mate asked.”
“My mate is persuasive.”
Spock was surprised when she chuckled. “As fascinating as I find him, I am well aware of your T’hy’la bond and how sacred it is. While predictable your jealousy is unfounded.”
Jim laughed right with her. “She’s got your number. And don’t worry, Spock, I’m all yours.”
He gave his mate a disgruntled look but then moved to stand beside Jim and before the Priestess.
After a moment, she put her hands on each of their faces. “You may begin.”
“Spock, I commit myself to you body, mind and soul,” Jim spoke flawless Vulcan.
“Jim, I commit myself to you body, mind and katra.”
T’Merr closed her eyes. “As it comes down from the beginning without change, this is the Vulcan heart, this is the Vulcan soul.”
Very slowly she lowered her hands from their faces. She folded them in front of her.
“I am honored to experience such a strong and worthy bond. Fortune smiles upon you.”
Spock arched a brow at her flowery, illogical words, but he nodded.
“Now, I will leave you to mark the occasion as you see fit.”
She departed in something of a willowy cloud and Jim turned to Spock, grabbing his hands.
“Thank you for that, T’hy’la,” Spock whispered.
“You are welcome. I thought, after everything, after our Pon Farr, after these years together, it would be nice.”
“And it was.” He glanced toward their suite. “We have one more night here. Perhaps we ought to go inside and mark the occasion as T’Merr suggested.”
Jim laughed. “I love the way you think.”
“Great minds, T’hy’la. Great minds.”
We will see these two one more time on January 31st