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It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Fall Guys

Jim woke with his Vulcan lying on top of him. It had sure been surprising to learn how clingy and cuddly Spock was. He could feel there was a chill to the air but with his Vulcan blanket he was anything but cold.

With a turn of his head he could see through the window the snow falling pretty heavily. Spock wouldn’t be amused.

“Ashaya?”

“Hi baby. Guess you’re awake.”

Spock shifted off him. Sort of. He remained very close and touching Jim still. “It is cold.”

“Yeah. Snowing. A lot.”

Spock made a sort of harrumphing noise, turned to lie on his back, and pulled Jim to lie atop him. “Then we should stay in bed.”

Jim chuckled. “Can’t totally argue with you there.”

“You will miss this when we return to the Enterprise.”

“Yeah. I know you won’t, though.”

“I will miss living here with just you, having nothing but time on our hands to do whatever it is we wish. But the cold? I will not.”

He smiled. “It won’t be long now. Our leave is up soon.”

Spock greeted this with a silent moment, then a heavily released breath. “Do you wish to see if it can be extended?”

“Extended?”

“I am not certain you are yet fully recovered from your injuries.”

With a sigh, he shook his head. “Nah. I am. Good enough anyway. They’ve been more than generous. More than I expected.”

“Yes,” Spock agreed. “But you have been enjoying our time here.”

“Sure. It’s been wonderful. And I’ve never had a better Christmas. So, yeah, I’m sad our time together is almost over.”

Spock stiffened beneath him.

Jim rose a little and looked down at him. “Not our time, Spock.  That’s never going to end.” He paused. “Is it?”

“Not for me, no. Never.”

Jim took Spock’s hand in his. “Then what is it?”

“It is difficult for me sometimes to remember that this is real,” Spock said, softly. “That you really feel for me similar feelings to the way I have harbored feelings for you for so long. When I was with Nyota I was content.”

Jim searched his face. “Okay. Then why didn’t you stay with her?”

“Contentment was not enough for Nyota. She wanted to be happy.” Spock lowered his gaze. “She had guessed my feelings for her had changed to more of deep companionship rather than romantic and that I had fallen for you. That was not enough for her and she did not believe it was enough for me.”

“And?”

“At first I did not believe she was correct.” Spock’s lips curved as he lifted his gaze to Jim’s. “But now that I have happiness with you, I know she made the correct decision for both of us. I have not experienced what I have with you with anyone else and that is, of course, because you are my T’hy’la.” Spock raised the hand Jim was not holding to Jim’s cheek. “I want to marry you. I want to bond with you. My brother, friend, lover, my everything.”

Jim brought Spock’s hand to his face. “You’re my everything too. I want that. I want it all with you, Spock. Forever.”

Later, after they did get out of bed, Jim talked Spock into helping him make gingerbread men. And then sugar cookies.

Then they sat on the couch, next to the tree, with a fire going, munching on the cookies with some mulled cider.

Jim laughed. “I never did any of this as a kid.”

“Nor did I.”

“Did your folks celebrate anything?” Jim wondered.

“No. My father thought such celebrations were very un-Vulcan. Mother mostly acquiesced to his wishes on that. I believe when she herself was young and still on Earth she observed the Jewish feasts, remembrances, and holidays.”

He smiled faintly. “I’ve never done any of this as an adult either. So, thank you. It really has been the most wonderful time. Not just now, but for the couples of months we’ve been here. I’ll cherish it, for a long long time.”

“And I will cherish you, my James.”

I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Spock looked up from making his tea to the kitchen window. Alarm shot through him. The snow, which had been spraying lightly all day, had taken a turn for the worst. It was becoming a blizzard.

He turned away and glanced at his PADD sitting on the dining room table. He’d gotten an earlier voice message from Jim advising he would be leaving San Francisco that afternoon after having been there the last four days for Starfleet meetings.

They’d left active duty, both of them, and had been teaching classes at the Academy. Spock left San Francisco four days ago for the winter break. Originally Jim was to leave with them, but then Starfleet had asked him to stay for additional days.

“You go ahead and get settled at the farmhouse and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Jim smiled brightly at him and gave him a lengthy kiss. “I’ll be home for Christmas, Spock. You can plan on it.”

And so Spock had left his husband behind.

Spock didn’t care much about Christmas either way. It was something Jim cared about and…

“He’s not going to make it, is he?” A small voice asked.

Spock looked down at the little girl with golden curls and pointed ears. His heart squeezed.  He dropped down on his haunches to his daughter’s level. Her bottom lip trembled.

“He is trying, Amanda. But the weather may make it difficult.”

“He was supposed to come home with us.”

“Yes. But his work is very important.”

“Are they going to make him go back, Sa Mekh?”

“Back?”

“To command a starship,” she said, her eyes welling with tears. “To have him save the universe…again.”

He shook his head. “No.” He thought better of being so matter-of-fact. “I do not believe so.”

“I don’t want him to leave! He said he’d be here for Christmas! He’s supposed to decorate the tree with me.”

“Amanda…”

“I hate Starfleet!”

Suddenly the front door was flung open and the sound of loud stomping feet had them both turning eagerly.

“Wow, it’s just awful out there!”

Spock closed his eyes, relief and warmth flowing through him at the sound of Jim’s boisterous voice.

“Daddy!” Amanda turned from Spock and ran to the front door, laughing in delight as her daddy scooped her up into his arms.

Jim laughed. “Here’s my princess.” He strode toward Spock as Spock rose to stand tall once more. “And here’s my prince.” He leaned over and kissed Spock on the lips. He didn’t seem to mind that their daughter clung tightly to his neck.

“We feared you wouldn’t be able to make it,” Spock murmured when Jim’s eyebrows raised in question.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” He pulled Amanda off his neck, but continued to hold her. “Those aren’t tears I see in my big girl’s eyes, are they?”

She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “No, Daddy.”

“Good. Because if we’re going to build that gingerbread house we talked about there can’t be any tears.” Jim laughed again and set her on her feet. “Go get your jammies on, princess, and then come back down and we’ll start the house.”

“Yay!”

She scrambled for the stairs.

“No running,” Spock called after her. He stared deeply into blue blue eyes. “You are well?”

“Of course, honey.” He wrapped his arms around Spock and kissed him again and again. “I missed you like crazy. Both of you.”

“And we missed you.”

“You have the snow, how about the mistletoe?” Jim grinned.

“What?”

“Never mind. I love you.”

“I love you.” Spock kissed him one more time. “And I will show you how much later, but for now, you’d better get out of those damp clothes, and I’d better get the gingerbread ready.”

“You’re going to help us?”

“If I do not the house will be crooked and missing the roof.”

Jim laughed. “That was last year.” He held up his hands at Spock’s arched brow. “I’m going, I’m going.”

And Jim dashed toward the stairs. “No running,” Spock called after him. Sighed and then smiled. And went to get the gingerbread ready.   

Winter Wonderland

Jim hadn’t wanted to come to Riverside for the winter break. He’d told his mother no. At least a dozen times. But then he had nothing else to do. Nothing. Bones was going home to Georgia for two weeks with his daughter and to see his dad, and though Bones had invited him, Jim felt like he’d be an outsider.

And then Spock, who he’d hoped to maybe spend some time with, to, um, make it clear he liked the Vulcan more than as a buddy, had declared he was going to Vulcan to visit with his parents. There had been no specific invitation there and Jim would have turned it down anyway. Sweltering on Vulcan as the awkward friend who had no one to spend the break with, so Spock was stuck with him, wasn’t in Jim’s list of positive things to do.

Mom would be returning on the same day to Riverside from having visited with Sam and his family for the last month or so in Toronto. 

From San Francisco to Riverside, Spock would be riding the shuttle with him. Spock had a short meeting at the shipyard there and then he would be taking another shuttle direct to Vulcan.

Just before they were due to land, the pilot had advised them that Riverside was experiencing a significant snow storm.

Spock eyed Jim. “I hope that does not mean what I think it means.”

Jim grimaced and took a chance, reaching over to pat his friend’s hand. Yeah Vulcan’s didn’t like touching. Except, well, Spock didn’t seem to mind it too much from him.

“I’m thinking it means what you think. Your shuttle won’t be leaving for Vulcan, Spock. Not today.”

Sure enough, when they landed and departed their shuttle, the boards were filled with cancelations to every single destination.

Jim stood next to Spock as they surveyed the information.

“Sorry, Spock. Looks like you’ll be stuck here. At least overnight.”

“It would seem so. Wasn’t your mother due to return on the shuttle from Toronto?”

Jim followed his gaze to the cancellation board for arrivals. “Uh-oh.”

“How long do you think this storm will last?” Spock asked, falling into step beside Jim as they walked toward the baggage area of the shuttle bay.

“I wish I knew. Sometimes they are gone in a day and other times…” His communicator buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket. “Yep, that’s Mom. Hang on, Spock.”

He stepped away from the Vulcan so he wouldn’t be forced to hear any lame family conversations.

“Mom? You okay?”

“Was about to ask you the same thing. Listen, big storm in Toronto,”

He frowned. “Wait. What? There’s a big storm in Riverside.”

She chuckled. “Yeah. I heard about that. But I wasn’t getting out of Toronto today anyway, kiddo. And doesn’t sound like tomorrow either. Did you make it to Riverside before they shut it all down?”

“Yep. Just landed. Spock came with me because he had a meeting here, but looks like he’s not getting out of here to go to Vulcan.”

“That’s too bad. But it makes me feel better that you have someone with you at least. Look I had the neighbor over on Johnson Road, Mr. Witherspoon, stock up the house ahead of time for us, so it would be all ready for you and me when we got there. That’s good news for you as you probably want to head straight to the farm before it gets too crazy.”

“You think of everything.”

“I sure didn’t think of this,” she said with a sigh. “So I won’t be there for at least a couple of days. Hopefully not longer than that. Do you think Spock will stay there that long with you?”

“I think Spock will hightail it out of here the minute they tell him it’s okay. He’s a desert dweller. He won’t be amused.”

“Hmm. Well, I won’t keep you because I don’t want you to be caught in something you can’t get home from. I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom. Enjoy your extended stay with Sam and his family. Bye.”

Spock was waiting for him when he turned around, holding his own communicator in hand. “My meeting has been canceled.”

“That sucks.”

Spock nodded, then looked uncertain. “I suppose I should procure hotel accommodations.”

Jim snorted. “Get real. I have this whole huge farmhouse where you can stay. It’s just the two of us since Mom can’t make it out of Toronto. Let’s get going before it gets worse. You can notify your folks when we get there. But something tells me they already know.”

“Likely. But I will contact them there anyway.”

They got their bags and headed for the exit, with Jim quickly flagging down transportation to make it to the farm.

***

By the time the hover cab dropped them off the snow was falling so hard it was difficult to see in front of them.

“Hope you make it back okay,” Jim said to the driver.

“I will. You were my last fare. I don’t live too far. Have a good night.” And the guy was off.

Spock was pretty much covered in snow and not at all happy about it. Jim thought he was about as magnificent as anyone or anything he’d ever seen. And he wanted to tell Spock that, but he couldn’t get the words out and Spock was looking unhappier, so Jim turned toward the house.

“Guess you don’t think this is a Winter Wonderland,” he murmured as he accessed the front door with a swipe of his palm print.

He stepped aside to let Spock inside. Then he followed into the cold and dark house.

“Computer, voice authorization, James Tiberius.” He paused briefly.

“Authorization granted.”

“Lights and heat on.”

The house lit up bright instantly. He could see the tension in Spock’s shoulder lessen even as the chill in the front hall dissipated.

As Jim shrugged out of his snow covered outerwear, he smiled crookedly.  “I’m guessing you won’t want to go outside to build a snowman we call a circus clown.”

The Vulcan’s brows furrowed. “Pardon?”

He shook his head. “Nah, nothing. Just a silly song.”

“A song?”

Jim sang, “In the meadow we can build a snowman and pretend that he’s a circus clown. We’ll have lots of fun with Mr. Snowman until the other kiddies knock him down.”

Spock stared at him blankly.

“When it snows ain’t it thrillin, though your nose gets a chillin…not much of a music lover, huh?”

“On the contrary,” Spock said primly. “I enjoy a very eclectic selection of music from different species.”

“Ah. Just not a Jim and music lover.” He gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Gotcha. You wouldn’t be the first to be resistant to my various charms. Come on. Take off your coat and I’ll get you settled in a room upstairs.”

Spock removed his snow covered coat and placed it on the coatrack Jim pointed out and then followed him up the stairs to the bedrooms.

“I guess you’ll be staying in Sam’s old room. I’ll get the sheets all changed and everything.”

He led Spock to the room and Spock glanced around the simple room made up of a bed and a dresser with a small attached bathroom.

“Thank you, Jim. I know this is all unexpected and you did not plan to have me as a houseguest.”

“Nah, it’s good on my end. What with Mom not making it, it’s nice to have someone here. I’m just sorry you’re stuck with me. Can’t be fun for you.”

Spock looked away for a second, then back to Jim. He looked suddenly very serious and not at all Vulcan blank.

“Jim, I am afraid that you are under a very mistaken impression.”

Jim frowned. “Oh?”

“I do not feel stuck with you.”

He brightened then. “Oh, I know. I didn’t mean anything. Just kind of a joke. I know you wanted to go see your parents for the break.”

“And I will still be able to see them once the storms pass, but that does not mean that I am in a hurry to depart from you.”

“Well.” Jim nodded. “Okay good.” Warmth blossomed in his chest. “We can change the sheets and stuff later. Want to go down for something warm to drink?”

“Yes, but if you will permit me, I would like to make contact with my parents. I will be down shortly.”

“Oh. Sure. Sure.”

When he got downstairs, he set water for boiling, checked out the fully stocked cabinets and refrigerator, as his mom had promised, and then checked his own messages. He had one from Bones.

 Made it. I heard your area got a storm. Hope you made it safely. Listen Jim, when the break is over, you really ought to tell the hobgoblin, er, Spock, how you feel. Maybe you’ll be pleasantly surprised. Make it your new year’s resolution.

Jim smiled. Glanced up to the stairs just as Spock was coming down. He had changed out of his uniform into a big brown fluffy sweater. He got a funny lump in his throat just looking at Spock.

“Jim? Are you all right?”

He swallowed down that lump. “Spock, I…I don’t know if this is the time or maybe if there never will be a time, you know, that’s good. It’s just…I really like you. As a friend, sure, but…but more than that. In fact, it’s more than like. And I guess maybe you probably…”

“Jim. Be quiet.”

His mouth hung open. “Did you just tell me to be quiet?”

Spock stepped close. “I did. You were about to say I probably did not share your feelings. Is that correct?”

Jim blinked. “Yes,” he whispered.

“I do.”

“You…do?”

Spock’s mouth covered his in a deep kiss. He then drew back. “What does that tell you?”

“That I won’t need to put sheet’s on Sam’s bed after all.” Jim laughed and pulled Spock back into a kiss. He heard a jingle of bells in the distance. He pulled back. “Did you just hear bells?”

“I did not.”

“Hmm. Still snow is glistening.”

“Are you talking about that song again, Jim?”

He grinned. “A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight…”

Spock’s gaze went to the window in the kitchen. “We are most definitely not walking in a winter wonderland.”

It’s a Marshmallow World

TOS OMS

“It’s snowing.”

The icy tone with which it was announced by his husband could have rivaled the chill of the day. It amused him, though he decided it was likely best not to show it.

Instead Jim stopped walking, pausing on the sidewalk in front of the store they were about to go into that afternoon. He looked up at the sky and as he did so just the very lightest dusting of flurries dotted his face.

“Just flurries, Spock.”

“Which are in fact…snow.”

He chuckled. “Technically, yes. Sweetheart, this isn’t your first time in Riverside at this time of year. You know how it can be.”

“Still I had anticipated, based on reports and my calculations that the snow would not begin until after the first of January, when we would be leaving and going to visit my father on Vulcan.”

Jim smiled slightly. “Hate to break it to you, Mr. Spock, but your calculations were mistaken this time.”

He looked affronted. “Obviously.”

Jim glanced up again. “Nice puffy clouds. Won’t be too much snow out of those. I’d call those marshmallow clouds.”

“They are not made out of a sweet confection.”

“No? Well. I don’t know about that. They’re being friendly, those marshmallows.”

Spock peered at him as though he had lost his mind. And Jim thought maybe he had. He was just feeling so ridiculously happy.

So much progress had been made between them and Spock had remembered so much, including, apparently, his disdain for snow.

“There’s a song, you know.” Jim knew he didn’t have the world’s best voice, but well…when had that stopped him? “It’s a marshmallow world in the winter, when the snow comes to cover the ground.”

“Hmm. Perhaps we should make haste with our purchases inside so that we can return home before it gets worse.”

Jim noticed Spock made no particular comment about his singing and he tried not to be offended by the lack of response. He shook his head, and gestured to the door for entrance.

By the time they came out about forty-five minutes later, the flurries had given way to much heavier snow fall. The trip back to the farm promised to be a bit dicey. He could already see that his Vulcan was more than a little disgruntled.

“Seems like your calculations were also incorrect, Jim.”

“My calculations?”

“That these marshmallow clouds would not produce much snow.”

He laughed. “Oh that.” He linked his arm with Spock’s. “It’s a yum-yummy world made for sweethearts. Take a walk with your favorite guy.”

“We have a hover car.”

Jim laughed harder. “Yeah. Yeah, we do. I love you, by the way.”

“And I love you. Can we return to the farm now?”

“We sure can, Spock. We sure can.”

“I will drive.”

“But…” Spock arched a brow. Jim shook his head. “Spoilsport. Fine. You drive.”

“Thank you. I prefer we make it back in one piece.”  

Let it Snow

Fall Guys

“I hate to admit it but the song you played earlier is quite correct.”

Jim eyed his boyfriend, who admittedly looked quite grumpy at the moment. He looked adorable, of course. Spock was bundled up in a down jacket with a woolen cap, thick waterproof gloves, and earmuffs as though they were camping out in an igloo instead of merely standing outside in the yard.  Oh. A scarf around his neck too.

Jim was pretty sure before this moment he could not be any more in love. He’d been wrong.

“How’s that, babe?”

“The weather is frightful.”

He said it was such a straight face and so deadpan that Jim fought the laugh that wanted to spill out. Instead he nodded. “The snow bothering you, Spock?”

Because yes a little bit ago, the snowfall had become harder than when they’d first come outside. It had snowed overnight and Jim had suggested that they come out and build a snowman.

“A what?”

“A snowman.”

“A man made out of snow?”

“Right.”

Clearly the concept had been quite lost on Spock, but he bundled up, thusly, and accompanied Jim outside, somewhat begrudgingly.

“And it does not show signs of stopping.” Spock tilted his head to look up at the sky. “I have also noted a marginal decrease in the optimal temperature.”

Jim smiled. “I love you so much.”

That earned him the raised eyebrow. “And I love you as well, though I do fail to make the connection with what I just said.”

“I know. Well. The good news, Spock, is we have no place we need to go and I can build us a fire. Just like in the song.”

Spock seemed troubled by this, which Jim was unsure why.

“Spock?”

“In the song, they kiss goodbye. I do not wish to do that part.”

Jim laughed. “Well. No. We won’t. Babe, we’re not actually living the song. It’s okay. We’ll just have a nice fire and cuddle on the couch.” Jim’s smile widened. “I noticed you like to cuddle.”

Spock turned green. “Well. There is the plain fact that you are quite tempting to cuddle with. I did not notice a prior need to cuddle.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to mention he could see why Uhura wouldn’t be very cuddly, but decided not to go there. He liked her. And Spock did too. Loved her even. And well, Jim didn’t like to be reminded that they’d been very close to marrying or the Vulcan equivalent. Or at least he thought they had been.

“Want to go back inside?”

“You do not appear to have finished your snow humanoid.”

“Er. Right. But I can finish him tomorrow or something. By myself if you don’t want to come out into the cold. No big deal.”

“Very well. Then I would enjoy spending time inside with you.”

Jim eyed his half-finished snowman regretfully and linked his arm with Spock’s to go back into the farmhouse.

In some ways the place was haunted by memories, not ghosts or anything, and not all of them bad. When he was that young guy who’d Pike picked up off the floor, he’d ended up enlisting in Starfleet to get away from this place more than having an interest. Sure, the dare had something to do with it. To young Jim, anyway. But he’d grown up since then. And analyzed himself in those days a lot.

He got Spock situated on the couch, made them hot peppermint mochas, and then built up the fire.

By the time he joined Spock on the couch, he could tell his first officer was losing patience. But he instantly pulled Jim closer to him on the sofa.

“This is much more delightful, as the song says,” Spock said softly.

Jim laughed, kissed him and murmured, “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”

“I would not go that far.”

Here Comes Santa Claus

“Whose name did you get for the gift exchange?”

Jim looked up from the annoying message from Admiral Chang to frown at Bones. His friend sat across from him sipping a muddy looking cup of coffee. “Spock’s.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “Like that wasn’t rigged.”

“Oh. It absolutely was. I figured Spock would be the only one guaranteed not to be disappointed with whatever I gave him. He doesn’t care about that stuff. In fact, Uhura twisted his arm to get him to participate at all.” He smiled. “So, yep, very much rigged.”

“What are you getting him?”

“I don’t know. She’s going to ask him what he wants.”

“Jim, could you try to make some effort here.”

“I’m busy, Bones. Do you know what it takes to captain this ship? I don’t have time to be playing ‘Here Comes, Santa Claus’ or whatever Uhura decided to call this crap this year. I only agreed if I could have either Spock or you. She chose Spock.”

“Wait.” Bones grimaced. “You didn’t care about disappointing me?”

“Eh. You’ve been disappointed by me our entire friendship.”

Bones nodded. “Touché.”

Jim nodded absently and went back to the message.

“Don’t you want to know whose name I got?” Bones asked, poking him with his right boot.

“Huh?” Jim looked up. “Oh. Uh. Yeah. Me, I’m guessing.”

“Why would you guess that?”

“Uhura handed out the names, right? She’s not going to give my name to some quaking ensign who’s worried about getting me the perfect gift or he or she will be demoted. Which is patently ridiculous by the way.”

“I know that.”

“I’m sure she gave Spock her own name. So I figure she must have given mine to you.”

“She didn’t.” Bones frowned. “Why would she give Spock her name? They broke up. She’s seeing Scotty now.”

“I know that. But Scotty is going to get her a gift anyway, right? So she’d choose someone else for the exchange. Spock knows her better than anyone, given their history, and so he’s the logical choice.”

“You’ve been hanging out with Spock too much lately. No, she didn’t give me your name, by the way. I don’t know if Spock has her, but I know I don’t have you. I got Sulu.”

“Wait. What? Then who has my name?”

“It’s a mystery.” Bones stared at him. “What’s wrong? You seem off. Well, more off than usual.”

“Funny. Nothing serious. Just annoyed with Chang. Extra reports nobody needs over missions nobody cared about. Fond of red tape and bureaucracy as usual.”

“Well he made admiral younger than anyone ever has before. Probably thinks he has to justify himself. You ought to know how that is.”

“Yeah.” Jim sighed. “Then Mom said the roof is leaking on the farmhouse.”

“And?”

He shrugged. “I’m not there to fix it for her.”

“I’m sure she can call someone, Jim.”

“She can, yeah. But…” Jim shook his head. “Just, I feel bad.”

Bones squeezed his arm. “The holidays can do that to a person. I’ll leave you to your PADD for now. Let me know what you come up with for Spock.”

****

It was much later that Jim got back to his quarters. After a bout of rather heavy drinking with Bones, Scotty and Chekov.

As he turned to go down the corridor he saw Uhura talking to Spock.

“I wanted to ask you about the gift exchange.”

He stopped just out of their view to listen. He had thought she would be a little more discreet about finding out what Spock wanted for a gift, but what the hell. The information was the information.

A door behind him slid open with a loud buzz. Jim glanced at it in annoyance. No one came out of the conference room though, the door was opening and closing itself, obviously a malfunction, but it made it hard to overhear what Spock and Uhura were saying.

“Tequila.”

Jim scratched his head. What? Was Spock actually saying he wanted tequila for a gift? Spock didn’t drink, did he? Well. He had some fruity looking concoction at Jim’s birthday party after Altamid, but he’d assumed it was juice or something.

Maybe not.

He was pretty sure Scotty could hook him up with tequila if that was what Spock wanted.

He leaned heavily against the wall as he heard Uhura say goodnight to Spock and head down the corridor in the other direction.

Good, now he could move. In a second or two.

“Captain?”

He tried to open his eyes and straighten at the sound of Spock’s voice, but he just couldn’t do it.

“Spock?”

“You are intoxicated.”

Strong arms wrapped around him and Jim had to admit Spock smelled live heaven.

“I am not certain what heaven smells like, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Oh crap.

“Come, Captain, I will take you to your quarters.”

“Rather go to yours,” he muttered.

The room kind of spun and Jim wasn’t sure what happened next, but suddenly he was on a bed. And it was super hot in the room.

“Computer, lower temperature ten percent.”

Jim smiled faintly. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“You are welcome.” There was a long pause. “How do you feel?”

“Kind of woozy.”

“You imbibed a lot?”

“Bones. Mom’s roof leaks and Chang’s a pain in my ass.”

“If you feel overwhelmed by required tasks I will gladly assist you.”

Jim felt suddenly emotional and tears pricked his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Of course.”

He felt a cool hand on his fevered brow. “Jim, what is the meaning of your tears?”

“I just…I really want you to like me, Spock.”

“You are a silly human.”

“I know.”

“You have nothing to worry over. I like you.”

“Not the way I like you.”

“Yes, that way.”

Jim frowned. “Do you really want tequila?”

“Jim?”

“Sleepy.”

****

“So you spent the night in Spock’s bed?” Bones demanded in the morning as he pushed coffee at Jim.

“Yeah. Cause when I told him I would rather stay in his quarters, he took me at my word.”

“You two are hopeless.”

Jim smiled. “At least we now know.”

Bones gave him a look. “What do we know?”

Jim rolled his eyes. “We like each other.”

“Like huh. So Spock’s tongue in your mouth this morning in the turbolift was to show you how much he liked you?”

“Yep.” Jim chuckled. “Plus he was offering to help me with reports.”

“So now you two are sweethearts for life?”

Jim laughed. “Something like that.”

****

Spock looked at bottle of tequila he had just unwrapped to stare at his captain. The last few days had been full of wonder and contentment. But even he found this gift from Jim puzzling.

“Was that the right thing?” Jim asked, anxiously. He was wringing his hands and looking very uncomfortable.

“Right thing?”

Jim nodded. “I-I heard you tell Uhura that you wanted tequila.”

Nyota blinked at him. “Tequila?”

“In the corridor.” Jim bit his lip. He was starting to get that panicked look that concerned Spock. “You asked and he said…”

“T’hy’la,” Spock whispered.

Nyota covered her mouth with her hand.

Jim’s eyes widened. “I got it wrong, didn’t I?”

Spock took Jim’s hand and drew him close until they were under the mistletoe Nyota had put up in the rec room. “No, T’hy’la. You got it exactly right.”

“Wait,” McCoy exclaimed. “Who had Jim’s name?”

Nyota smiled and winked. “I did. I gave him Spock.”

Spock kissed Jim.

“Oh. And Spock gave him the complete works of Charles Dickens. It’s under the tree.”

Jim kissed Spock.

And in the background the song, “Here Comes Santa Claus” played for the tenth time.  

Joy to the World

Jim sucked in a breath as he gazed down at the perfect little angel nestled in Spock’s arms. She had blue eyes, dark hair and the most perfect set of pointy ears he had ever truly seen. Present company excepted of course.

“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as this little munchkin,” Bones said, leaning over the tiny baby girl. “What are you two gonna call her?”

“Well.” Jim paused to exchange of adoring looks with his husband. He could hardly believe she was here. After all their planning for her. All the donating this. And testing that. Mixing genes. All of that had brought her.

“Don’t tell me it’s going to be something like T’Spock or T’James,” Bones said dryly.

“Hardly, doctor.”

“Let me hold her,” Jim said, reaching for her. He could barely contain himself. But fortunately he had an indulgent husband. Spock actually smiled gently as he carefully placed the baby in Jim’s arms. Emotion clogged his throat. “I’m gonna cry.”

“Me too,” Bones said, rolling his eyes. “A name?”

“Spock and I went back and forth on whether to name her in the Vulcan tradition or the human.”

“Indeed. But ultimately since she is three quarters human, we decided it would be more appropriate to use a human name.”

“Right.” Jim smiled and leaned over to kiss Spock.

Bones sighed.

Jim just laughed. “And then we couldn’t decide if we should name her Amanda or Winona. Something like that.”

“Indeed. Or some combination. Such as Amanda Winona or the reverse.”

“I even thought of Leonora or Horatia.”

Bones made a face. “She’s far too lovely for either of those.”

“Agreed,” Spock said.

“So…we discarded all those.”

“And?”

“Considering the time of year she was born…”

“And?”

“How pleased we are at her arrival,” Spock put in.

“And?” Bones kept getting louder and louder.

Their daughter, to her credit, did not seem upset by her Uncle Bones’ theatrics.

Spock arched a brow. “Her name is…”

Jim met his gaze and smiled with all that he felt in his heart. Which was…

“Joy. Her name is Joy.”

Twelve Days of Christmas

A prompt…

On the first day of Christmas…

Jim could not contain his mirth as he eyed the outfit Bones wore. “Oh. My God. Are you actually the partridge?” He fingered the outer part of Bones’ costume. “And this part is the tree?”’

“Shut up.” Partridge Bones shoved him. “What the hell are you, anyway?”

“Five Golden Rings. Duh.”

Jim wore a lightweight T-shirt with golden rings he’d cut out from gold lame material and then attached them to the T-Shirt. No way was he going to wear something as ridiculously extravagant as Bones’ Partridge in a Pear Tree getup.

Bones narrowed his eyes and grimaced as he snatched up a glass of Holiday Punch as an ensign with a tray passed by. “I only see four rings. Four, Jim.”

Jim frowned. “Hmm. Weird. I wonder where that fifth one went.” He turned around to look behind him.

“No, it’s not hanging from your ass. Damn, Jim. You can’t even get something that simple right.”

Jim grinned and shrugged.

“Oh hell. There’s Scotty and Uhura as Two Turtle Doves. I may throw up.”

He laughed. “It was her idea to do this in the first place.”

“I know.  Where’s your lover boy?” Bones scowled. “Don’t tell me you let Spock get out of this because…”

“I didn’t! He’s over there piping or something.”

“Huh?”

“Eleven Pipers Piping. That’s what Spock is. Only he’s just one. Obviously.”

“One Spock is enough to handle,” Bones said dryly.

Jim smiled. “I don’t know. I’d be happy dealing with eleven Spocks.”

“Love really is blind.”

Chekov suddenly appeared, looking vaguely harangued.

“What’s wrong with you?” Bones asked.

“I have a pounding headache, Doktor. Hikaru will not stop Drumming Drumming.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “Go A’Leaping somewhere else, will ya?”

Chekov eyed Jim. “There are only four rings.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll find the other. Must have lost it.”

Chekov leaped off.

The two turtle doves walked up then and Jim had to admit he might join Bones in throwing up.

Across the rec room he saw Rand doing the ladies dancing thing. He shook his head.

“Captain, you’re missing a ring,” Uhura pointed out.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don’t know.”

At that moment, Jim’s own true love appeared by his side, dressed as a piper and holding a musical pipe thing. He looked a little more Pied Piper of Hamlin than a Christmas Piper, but whatever.

“Hi, honey,” Jim greeted him.

Spock arched a brow. “What happened to the fifth golden ring?”

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” Jim exclaimed. He patted himself up and down. “It’s gotta be here somewhere.” He reached into his pants pocket and withdrew a small golden band. “Here it is.”

Uhura gasped.

Jim winked at her and then dropped to his knees. He wiggled the gold band. “Here’s the fifth one. Five golden rings. Spock, will you…”

“I can’t believe you’re gonna do this now,” Bones muttered,

“Shut up.” Jim grinned up at a blushing Spock. “Will you be my husband?”

“Jim,” Spock whispered.

His brows furrowed. “Is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes!” Uhura yelled.

Jim smirked at her. “I’d still like to hear it from Spock, if you don’t mind.” He rose to his feet and held out the golden ring. “What do you say, Piper? Want to play my pipes for the rest of our lives?”

“Jim!”

“Oh. My. God. I take it back,” Uhura said, laughing uncontrollably. “He says no!”

Spock gave her a look, then looked back at Jim. “Ridiculous proposal notwithstanding, yes, I will.”

Jim whooped and pulled Spock the Piper into his arms for a thorough kiss.

“All right everyone. Places! We’re going to act out the song.” Scotty said with a clap.

Jim kept kissing Spock. “Later.”

“Much later,” Spock murmured, leading Jim and his golden rings away.

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

“Uncle Jim!”

Jim lowered his coffee cup and looked up from his PADD into the wide blue eyes of his four year old nephew, Peter. He smiled. “What’s up?”

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Looking at some messages I received.”

Peter scrunched up his face. “For work?”

Jim sensed a trap. He slowly sipped his coffee. “Er.”

“Daddy said you aren’t supposed to be doing work while you’re here.”

Daddy has a big ugly trap, Jim thought. But he continued to smile. “It’s just a teeny bit.”

Peter sort of shrugged at that. “Santa comes tonight!”

“I know he does.” Jim scooped the boy up onto his lap. “Are you excited?”

“Yes. Are you?”

Jim chuckled. “Well, sure I am.”

“What did you want Santa to bring you?”

“Uh. Well.”

“Mister Spock?”

Jim’s face heated a little. “Uh, no.”

“He likes you, Uncle Jim. I know he does.”

“Well, even if he does, I wouldn’t ask Santa for that. Santa doesn’t bring people,” Jim told his nephew.

“He doesn’t?”

“Nope.” Definitely time for a change of subject. “What did you ask Santa for?”

“A red truck,” Peter said, matter-of-factly.

“Well, I bet he brings you one. Did you make him cookies?”

“Yep. Mister Spock helped me.”

Jim found himself laughing again. He patted Peter’s leg. “This I gotta see.”

Peter jumped off him and Jim stood up following him into the kitchen. They’d made sugar cookies, of course, with all kinds of colorful icing. Some were much more neat and elegant than the others so Jim figured he could guess who made those.

“Those are cool. Okay, go see your Mommy. I think it’s probably time for you to go to bed so Santa can come.”

Peter ran off to see his mommy and with a shake of his head, Jim grabbed a tree shaped cookie and went in search of Spock.

He found the Vulcan sitting outside on the front porch with Sam. He’d been quite surprised when Spock had decided to come with him to visit his brother and his family for the holidays. Sam, Aurelan, and Peter had moved to the old farmhouse in Riverside, taking it over from their mom, who now resided on a colony planet, doing research there.

The Enterprise and her crew were on a short leave on Earth while some repairs and upgrades to the ship were done. Spock had declared there really wasn’t enough time to warrant spending his leave on New Vulcan and since he and Uhura had never really revived their ended relationship after their experience with Krall and Altamid, they weren’t spending their leave together.

That left Spock deciding to join Jim.

It was a rare delight to get to spend time with his family for the season, especially since he and Sam had put aside their differences a while back, and an even greater delight to have Spock there.

And yeah, he guessed it should bother him that even his four-year-old nephew figured out he had a crush on Spock. A crush. Only. Really. But he doubted anything would ever come of it. Spock and Uhura had been done for a while and it wasn’t like Spock declared undying love as a result.

Sam glanced up at Jim from his chair. He smiled. “I guess it’s time for me to go play Santa, huh?”

“Getting close, yeah. Peter’s pretty excited for his red truck.”

Sam grinned. “Santa will deliver, no worries.” He rose from his chair. “All yours. Oh.” He looked back at Spock. “Think about what I said. Goodnight.”

Jim watched him go into the house and then he lowered himself into the chair Sam had vacated. He was pretty sure there was a faint green hue across Spock’s cheeks, but the light on the porch was pretty bad.

Spock was avoiding Jim’s gaze too and Jim didn’t feel like making Spock even more uncomfortable, so he decided not to ask his first officer what Sam had said to him.

“I had one of your cookies,” he said instead.

That caused Spock to look at him and he visibly relaxed. “I had one as well. They do not taste terrible.”

Jim shook his head. “Yeah, good job. You can make cookies for me anytime.” He winked. Then paused. “Are you all right? This has got to be pretty boring for you.”

“Not at all,” Spock replied. “You have a very lively and interesting family.”

Jim snorted. “That’s one way of putting it.”

Spock looked away once more. “Jim.”

“Yeah?”

 “I wanted to come along with you on leave for a more personal benefit.”

“Oh?”

Spock blew out a breath. “It is…I find it difficult to discuss this with you.”

Alarm shot through Jim. “Spock, you aren’t going to…you don’t want to leave again, do you?”

Spock looked quickly at him. “You know about that?” He shook his head. “Of course. The doctor. He has a big mouth.”

Jim agreed with that, but he said, “True, but in this case it wasn’t Bones. Uhura told me.”

“I see.”

“Are you? Going to leave?”

Spock looked down at his hands. “That depends mostly on you.”

Jim licked his lips. “On me?”

“Your brother recommends that I be honest with you. I have…developed romantic feelings for you.” Spock let out another heavy breath. “In reality, I have held them for some time, but for some of that I was in a serious relationship with Nyota, and without some prior indication from you of a mutually shared level of feelings, I thought it best to maintain that relationship, but afterward when Nyota and I decided to remain friends only, I…”

“Spock.”

He looked up at Jim, his dark eyes wider than normal in his very pale face.

Jim smiled bright. “Stop rambling. I have the same feelings.”

“You…do?”

“Are you kidding?” Jim jumped up from his chair and moved the few feet to where Spock sat. “Move over a bit.”

Spock did, of course, without hesitation. Jim sat on the chair with Spock. Mostly on top, but he noticed that the Vulcan didn’t seem to mind. In fact Spock’s arms came up and around him.

“Why don’t you kiss me and find out for yourself?”

They leaned in for the kiss when the door from the house burst open.

“Uncle Jim! Uncle Jim?”

Jim rolled his eyes, pulled back and gave Peter a smile. “Why aren’t you in bed, buddy?”

“I wanted to see Santa.”

“Oh. I see. And did you?”

“Yes! And Mommy was kissing him!”

Jim laughed. “I bet she was.”

Peter eyed them. He was dressed in the most adorable feety pajamas Jim had ever seen, green and red striped with some Christmas creature on them.

“Santa brought you your present too!” Peter exclaimed.

He laughed. “Yeah, I guess he did.”

“I wanna see if he ate the cookies!” Peter hopped up and down and ran back into the house.  

Spock arched a brow. “Your present?”

Jim put his hand on Spock’s jaw. “Uh-huh. I guess I was wrong when I said Santa didn’t bring people for presents. Because he definitely brought me you. About that ki—”

But Spock’s mouth was already covering his, silencing him.     

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