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green-blooded-computer · 4 years

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Reuniting prompt: “I don’t think they even remember me.”

This one isn’t really them reuniting. Am I breaking the rules here? Spock and McCoy head to Vulcan to visit Sarek and Amanda...and tell them they got married during the five-year mission.

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“I don’t think they even remember me.”

It had been two months since the five year mission had ended. Most of the Enterprise crew had gone back to their respective homes. They were reunited with family they hadn’t seen in years, matters they hadn’t been able to tend to in space, and friends whose company they had missed. They’d promised they would see one another again, sometime soon, after things had calmed down.

For many of them, their lives simply picked up where they’d left off. Some were offered positions on other ships. Some began teaching at the Academy. Most of them arrived on Earth with little more than their Starfleet uniforms, badges of honour, and a few trinkets picked up along the way. Leonard, however, brought back much more with him.

Spock had agreed that moving to Georgia with Leonard was ideal. Nothing was truly waiting for him on Vulcan. Not after he had passed up his invitation to the Vulcan Science Academy all those years ago. He was - as T’Pring had so aptly put it - somewhat of a legend among their people now. The half-human who preferred to join the military instead of study. Spock did not want that life, and Leonard was more than happy to take him home.

Until it was suggested that they go back to Vulcan anyway. For a visit. Just for a little while.

Leo had only ever been to Vulcan on one occasion - for Spock’s koon-ut-kal-if-fee, which was something he preferred not to think about for obvious reasons. At the time he’d been introduced to the saddest cast of characters he’d ever had the displeasure of meeting. Spock’s wife. Her boyfriend. T’Pau. Many men wearing helmets. Leonard honestly would have preferred not to go back, but Spock had a convincing argument.

Their wedding - their human marriage ceremony - had been aboard the Enterprise, Jim Kirk presiding as was customary on a starship. It hadn’t been open to the public, but some members of the senior staff were present and there was a small reception. It was quaint, and done entirely for Leonard’s satisfaction. After all, the Vulcan ritual was much more intimate and occurred behind closed doors. The joining of two minds was not something you did in public.

Leonard had no family to share the news with. He’d written to Joanna. She seemed happy for the two of them, but their relationship was far removed and existed only over subspace messages. Her relationship to Spock was non-existent. Other than that, there was no one to tell...except Spock’s parents.

Leonard had only met Spock’s parents on one occasion. It was during a diplomatic mission to Babel when Ambassador Sarek was a guest aboard the Enterprise. He hadn’t warmed up to the ambassador - not that he was surprised - but Spock’s mother was a lovely woman whose company Leonard had enjoyed very much. Fast forward a few hours and he’d had to perform surgery on Spock and his father at the same time during a crisis. There hadn’t been any time to talk to them about the marriage, but something in Leo’s head kept nagging him. He thought it was important they should know.

“I disagree. I recall my mother being quite taken with you. I believe she called you a ‘charmer’.” Spock was always good at calming his nerves. There was something so logical about the way he argued. Even if he was lying, he made it sound like he was just presenting a set of facts.

Leonard frowned. “Well,” he admitted begrudgingly. “I did enjoy talking to her.” It wasn’t Sarek and Amanda’s company that was worrying him. It wasn’t even the trip to Vulcan, which would take a few days’ travel. It was the feeling of isolation. Once they set foot on Vulcan, Leonard would be the only human in the vicinity, not counting Mrs. Sarek herself. Amanda at least had the advantage of being intimately familiar with Vulcan culture and living on the planet for a large portion of her life. She was no longer an outsider. Not only was Leonard a complete stranger, but he was also their son’s husband - a move that presented as totally illogical in the eyes of many Vulcans.

Spock had been paying attention to his train of thought, it seemed because he frowned at this. “Clarify.”

“Vulcans only marry and mate for procreation,” the doctor reasoned. “We can’t procreate, so what is the point of our marriage? It’s not logical.”

Spock’s frown deepened. “‘What is the point of our marriage?’” he echoed.

“Oh, Spock, c’mon. You know that’s not my opinion, I just mean that’s what the Vulcan public will think. That’s what your parents will think. You aren’t carrying on the S'chn T'gai line. It ends with..ah...it ends with me, I suppose.”

Spock was, of course, not quick to anger, and he considered these statements at the face value without personal offense. “You are assuming, I think, that Vulcan marriages are only initiated when the circumstances are logical.”

“Well, yes.”

“When, in fact, you witness T’Pring end our koon-ut-so'lik due to her preference for Stonn.”

“That’s different, Spock.”

“How so?”

“Well...they can still have children.”

“It would have been far more logical for T’Pring to carry through with her betrothal to me. It would have caused a lot less inconvenience. She willingly sacrificed the life of another so she could marry Stonn, effectively trading either my life or the life of the Captain for her own selfish wishes.”

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were disappointed in her.”

Spock sighed and shifted to face the doctor more directly. “All I am saying, Leonard, is that what is ‘logical’ is not always the same for every person. It is logical to spend the rest of your life with someone whose company you enjoy, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me, Mister. I’m perfectly happy with our arrangement.” He smiled and held his hand out which Spock held gently between his own. He watched as his husband traced patterns in the back of his knuckles.

“My father believed something similar when he elected to marry my mother. He thought the situation was ‘illogical’ and that he was foolish for pursuing such a relationship.” Spock’s words seemed steeped in sadness, but it didn’t show on his features. “My mother felt alienated. She worried she would not be welcome on Vulcan.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” Spock settled his gaze on Leonard’s eyes. “Nothing happened. My parents, as other families, lived their lives in private. They were happy. They lived average lives.” He paused for a moment before adding, “It would be logical to assume the others were just as concerned with their own worries.”

“So you’re saying Vulcan couples have their own issues to deal with.”

“Affirmative.”

“I get what you’re saying here, Darlin’, but these are your parents. They want what’s best for you-”

“I know what’s best for me. They have the utmost confidence in my sense of judgment. And if they disagree with my decision to marry you-” He raised one eyebrow. “I do not care. It is none of their concern.”

Leonard’s face broke into a smile at this comment. “Aw...you damn romantic.”

“The notion of ‘getting a blessing’ from your significant other’s parents is a human one, Leonard. Vulcan’s do not involve their parents in their mating habits.”

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds weird.”

Spock squeezed the doctor’s hand ever so slightly, and they both felt a surge of reassurance through their bond. “Everything will be fine.”

#spones #spock/mccoy #star trek #sarek #amanda grayson #fic request #spock #Leonard McCoy #thanks for all the requests!!

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johnsspacesuittight · 4 years

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I saw this post and knew I had to write a fic so here you go my first Kirk and Spock fic

Star Trek TOS

Spock pines for Kirk/kind of more turned into him being jealous of his new lady and because of him being gone for a while and realises some annoying human emotions are going on which leads to a lil (aka big) confession

Things had been different since the Captain’s recent disappearance. He had gone missing for 12 days and 11 hours, and, Spock pretended outwardly he didn’t remember this part, 23 minutes. It was just logical, counting the time when such an important person, it being that the Captain was indeed the Captain, went missing. However humans seemed to think it strange, think it personal, and Spock already got enough of them thinking him strange, so he didn’t mention it more than once.

The Captain had returned of course, alive and- well perhaps not well, but at least alive. As his second officer Spock had caught him as he stumbled with exhaustion, and though tired he had given Spock a thankful smile, a smile that even Spock could recognise he rarely gave just anyone. Though Spock received it on a regular basis. He supposed the Captain considered him a close friend, though Spock wasn’t sure how he would begin to return that understanding.

He had been taken to the med bay and Spock had resisted the need to stay until he was better, knowing he not only had a job to do, but that it was a strangely unnecessary sentiment that was highly illogical. Doctor McCoy was quite able to help regain the Captain’s health, Spock’s presence would do nothing but disturb. Yet he lingered outside the door just a bit longer than was normal.

This behaviour, that had kept entering Spock’s mind, only increased as time went on. It had been there every now and then when it came to the Captain, but rarely had it been disturbing. Now it had become just that, illogical thoughts and urges that to Spock’s comparison only seemed like something human. Something he was not.

In fact it got even worse when the Captain introduced the woman who had finally got him out of the situation. She had originally been part of another star ship, but at the Captain’s request had been transferred to the Enterprise. Spock’s logical side saw why, she was bright and capable and they needed another capable officer on the job. The Captain said they had worked very well together indeed, and that he needed people he knew to trust and could understand how they worked. All very logical reasons, and yet something about it bugged Spock. It made little sense, but as he continuously found her leaving the Captain’s quarters or whispering in his ears, things to which he would just respond with that smile, the one he so very rarely gave others, Spock felt a strange urge to be in her place.

That certainly made no sense, as even though Spock’s inexperience with human emotions kept him from understanding multiple things, his experience with the Captain told him that he was quite enjoying this woman. He often did, the Captain, but always said he had no time for them, as his job and his ship came first. Yet, he seemed to have time for this one, which was very illogical to Spock. And he convinced himself that was why he did not like it, even though parts of him seemed not to care that the Captain had shifted his focus from his job, but in fact that the Captain had shifted his focus from him. To which there was absolutely zero logical explanation. So, Spock did the logical thing, he went through all of his knowledge of human and vulcan behaviour, trying to place where all these thoughts and sentiments came from. Coming to the conclusion that there was indeed no logical or command related reason, and that what he was experiencing was some strange form of the human emotion jealousy.

He didn’t like to admit it, of course, as someone who’s focus remained on Vulcan ideals and ideas, he didn’t ever like to think that he could not reason himself out of his own human side. For it was there, and he knew it, though he rarely acknowledged it. He also knew, that the Captain, Jim, was indeed the only thing that ever made him embrace them, if he had to of course. He didn’t know how to call Jim a friend, or anything regarding sentiment, but he was not ignorant to it being there.

In fact, admitting it, took him several weeks, and when he finally did the next step was to attempt to reason with his own mind. Convincing himself that she was in no way taking his place, he was and would always be first officer, and there was no reason to think Jim’s closeness to her should change any of the things Spock appreciated about his connections to the Captain.

This however, only lead him to understand that this was not the reason for this strange human jealousy, in fact it had nothing to do with his postion of command or their work, it was entirely personal.

Spock had few things he considered personal, mostly because that often required emotions or sentiment, two things he very rarely let be part of his experience. However this time there had been no such choice, for no matter how much he attempted, there was no reason to it. Had it been work related that could be considered a somewhat logical reason for his jealousy, at least from a human perspective, but from a personal stand point? There was absolutely nothing to explain it. Yet, the moment he realized it was indeed personal, he knew why. The most common reason for human jealousy was, indeed, love.

Such a word was unheard of for Spock to even begin to consider. And yet his logical and wise mind saw no other explanation. The Captain had formed a love bond to this woman, and Spock had urges and needs to be in her stead. He wished to take her place, however of course, he knew that logically, there was no such option.

Therefore, Spock let it be, using the very slight Vulcan control he did have, to focus on his job rather than the Captain and his lady friend. He set aside his friendship, or whatever it was, hoping that he might escape this strange emotion that he saw no reason to have. Except he did. Jim was brilliant, quick, brave and kind. He was bold and daring, and it was only logical to see his glory. Very few did not admire him, and yet Spock knew that all these things were just him. Not all people saw Jim the way he did, and perhaps that was good. He wouldn’t be special if everyone loved him. He wouldn’t be the man he was if all saw him as perfect. Well, perfection was not a belief Spock held, and the Captain certainly wasn’t it, but he was indeed special.

Not only that, but he understood and respected Spock in a way few humans did. He only had to look a foot to the left at McCoy who struggled to understand Spock’s callous thoughts and decisions. Spock could only imagine his reaction if he knew now what Spock was thinking. McCoy would point a finger and say ‘hah!’ as Spock had somehow been overtaken by emotions finally. McCoy rarely had ill intent however, and Spock did not blame him, but he put human values highly, as a Doctor, kindness and care was part of his nature. It was his most important ideals, and Spock understood his struggle to see the opposite. Just as Spock often did as well. He didn’t like to admit being wrong or making mistakes, but as anyone, he did. But his belief was firm that emotions often made mistakes bigger and worse, more easily commited. He was proven right by his current struggle with emotions towards Jim, as it was very easily distracting.

He still did not say anything. Having emotions was one thing, admitting it out loud was another. It wasn’t until the new officer, Adler, the Captain’s lady friend had left for a few days by orders from command, that he finally did something. He entered the Captain’s room, without asking and was greeted with Jim changing his shirt. The Captain paused and glanced at him. «What is it Spock?» He asked, putting his new shirt on fully. Which had distracted Spock for just a second. «Am I needed?» He added, as he had gotten no response.

«No Captain, I am actually here for personal reasons.» Spock responded finally, and Jim looked at him with slight intrigue, raising an eyebrow.

«Personal reasons?» He reiterated, surprised at the choice of words. He motioned for Spock to have a seat, rather than stand by the door as he always did, and watched on in utter amazement as Spock actually did. He usually always stood stiffly despite the Captain’s attempts at making him feel more comfortable. Usually standing was how he did feel comfortable, but none of this was in Spock’s comfort zone so he responded not fully by choice to the Captain’s movement.

«I wanted to say, sir, that I missed you.» Despite his very informal acknowledgement, Spock could not help but address his superior properly.

«You missed me?» Jim yet again repeated the wording, his face spreading out into a slightly amused smile. The question also seemed to ask when, which was understandable, as it had been several months since the Captain had been missing. Everyone else seemed already to have forgotten. While Spock still attempted to ignore the 12 days, 11 hours and 23 minutes that were stuck to his mind.

«When you went missing, Captain.» Spock clarified and the Captain nodded, now taking a seat as well, opposite him. It had become clear to him now that this was only the beginning of a potentially long conversation.

«That is, quite good to hear.» He said and Spock tore his eyes away, avoiding the Captain’s gaze as he did not know well how to hold it without his entire exterior melting. «Why tell me now?» He asked, though Spock supposed he knew the answer.

«Sentiments are not exactly, my forté.» Spock responded, and Jim nodded, having now confirmed this was certainly a longer and more complicated conversation than they usually had.

«I see.» He begun. «But you felt it important to tell me despite it?» He asked, and Spock did not correct him on the use of the word ‘felt’. It was accurate, and though his Vulcan pride was getting more and more bruised with every word. His enjoyment of correctness kept him from following usual patterns.

«Yes, Captain.» He said and Jim smiled again, still slightly amused.

«You may call me Jim, I think the conversation calls for it.» He said, putting into words what they had both figured out about the current situation.

«Yes, Jim.» Spock repeated, not unable to hide just the slightest twist of his lip into something that would be considered akin to a smile.

«I assume there’s a reason you waited for Adler’s leave?» Jim then asked and Spock frowned just a slight, not fully understanding how he could already pick that out of the so few words shared. Yet he nodded.

«I wanted to be sure we would not be disturbed.» He said and Jim smiled, still with a very amused expression, and it seemed to Spock he somehow knew exactly what the conversation was about already. Which Spock found to be strange.

«Disturbed? Hmm, I believe I could have asked Miss Adler to leave us alone on any occasion, don’t you think?» Jim said and Spock became aware that he most certainly knew more than he had said with words.

«Well, I-… I needed you alone. And you have rarely been seen without her recently.» Spock said only stating facts, and Jim’s amused smile grew into a grin.

«Do I detect just a slight of jealousy Mr Spock?» He asked and Spock gave him a hard stare, not enjoying this slight mockery on Jim’s part, and yet it caught him off guard, because it was indeed correct. And he did attempt to be correct.

«Well, I- yes.» He said and Jim seemed just a slight taken aback at this direct response. As if being direct was not one of Spock’s best used qualities.

«Really? How long have you been feeling that way?» Jim had turned just a slight more serious, as if Spock’s complete directness had made him realize there might be even more than he was expecting to the conversation.

«Since you returned. I attempted all my Vulcan methods to banish the emotion but I realized for once I had no power to.» Spock said and Jim looked at him intently and then surprised Spock by moving closer, even more so it surprised him somewhat that he did not mind.

«I don’t think you have ever admitted to experiencing an emotion to me.» He said, quite wonderingly, taken with emotion of his own it seemed.

«There is no one else I would ever have been able to do so to either.» Spock said and Jim’s expression changed. It softened further, into that way that Spock had been wishing to be looked at for months. The thing that seemed so foolish, but now that it finally happened changed something detrimental within him and his expression softened as well.

«What are you saying Spock?» Jim asked and did something that Spock could never have expected. He moved his hand, placing it on Spock’s thigh, somewhat protectively and warmly. Spock did not mind this either, though his long gone logical senses told him he should. In fact, he enjoyed it.

«I- I don’t know if I have the words to express it, but the most common reason for jealousy, especially of this kind is-» Jim cut him off.

«Love.» He said. And Spock just nodded. Feeling in some way a release from it. He was there, with Jim, alone and everything had been understood. Every ridiculous human emotion that he had wished gone, and then come to accept. They were all just out in the world now. Jim knew them all.

«Do you love me? Have you been jealous because-… because you wanted something more? Because she was getting more of me?» All the questions came tumbling out of him, all the once Spock knew he could perfectly well answer himself, and yet could not believe to be true.

«Yes.» Spock said. «Yes Jim I- love you.» The last two words were a fight to get out, but once he had he knew he could have repeated them a million times without problem. He had spoken the truth and he never wanted to go back. In some ways he did not care about the fact that emotions weren’t even supposed to be a good thing for him. All of a sudden the experience was, it was so good that it was almost painful. He knew then and there that he loved Jim so much that he didn’t even know where to begin to express it.

Jim’s face was a mix of shock and joy. He was looking at Spock that way that he rarely looked at anyone else, and now he could see not even Adler made his eyes just as sparkly and bright as they were when they looked at Spock. Or maybe that was the light, which made logical sense, but the moment was far from logical, so Spock put that thought aside.

«Well I- I don’t know how I am supposed to respond to that.» Jim said, kind of ripping up the whole thing, as Spock realised he may not have felt the same. Everything was telling him so, but logic had no place here, and Spock then knew nothing about anything.

«I’m sorry, I realize- you and Adler-» Spock begun but Jim waved his hand, shushing him.

«No- no forget about Adler, Spock, anyone with eyes can see that I feel the same.» He started. «I just- I had never thought it could be more than that. I was doomed to a one-sided relationship when I became your friend and I accepted it, and when it became more I- I knew that it could never be that for you so I looked for other things.» He looked at Spock still with those eyes that no one else had, and Spock did the only thing he could figure to do. He moved forward and kissed his Captain. Jim froze, and then he kissed him back, not hesitating even a bit.

When they let go both were a bit flushed, it was sort of strange, because neither of them had ever been able to imagine this scenario, and yet both had wanted it.

«I love you too Spock, and I will definitely need some time to wrap my head around being able to say that.» Jim said, smiling, the smirky one that he always did, but better, more happy. And Spock knew that it had indeed all been there for longer than he understood. But when Spock had started to realise things had become different, he could have never imagined exactly how different.

#probably quite ooc cause i don’t imagine that happening but i like love shut up #star trek #spirk #captain kirk #mr spock #kirk x spock #star trek tos #or whatever that’s all i’ve seen so #fan fic

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v-thinks-on · 4 years

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Generations - Part 2

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Kirk followed Commander Riker into a spacious conference room. The whole far wall was nothing but windows looking out on open space. Captain Picard was already seated at the table in front of them, deep in conversation with a woman on the viewscreen who must have been Admiral Brackett. He waved Kirk over to the chair next to him, Riker sat on the other side of the table, across from Picard, and Data, La Forge, and Worf filled in around the table.

“Doctor Crusher and Counselor Troi are busy with their patients. They said they’ll be here as soon as they can,” Riker reported, with a look that suggested he didn’t expect them to show at all.

“Understood,” Picard said.

When that was taken care of, the admiral turned to Kirk with a smile. “Captain Kirk, on behalf of Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets, welcome back.”

“Thank you,” Kirk said.

"We look forward to your arrival on Earth." Finally, she got around to the point - "Frankly, you've returned at just the right time. A lot of our fleet was recently destroyed by a new threat, the Borg. We've lost a lot of our best officers and could use a man with your experience at the helm. You would have your choice of ship-"

Kirk raised a hand for silence. "I'm honored, but I retired eighty years ago."

"Captain," she insisted, "Please reconsider. Think of the difference you could make.”

Kirk shot a glare at Picard - those were Kirk’s own words she was using against him; that was how Picard had convinced him to give up the illusion in the Nexus and return to fight Soran.

“Is there anything we could do to convince you?” the admiral pressed.

Kirk had no intention of coming out of retirement, as much as the idea of commanding another starship appealed to him, but he saw his opening and took it. “Can you arrange for Ambassador Spock to meet me on Earth?”

Her eyes narrowed in surprise. “Ambassador Spock?”

“He was my First Officer.”

“The situation with the ambassador is a little more complicated-” she attempted.

“Please, just let him know that I’m back - he’ll find a way.”

“With all due respect, it’s been a long time.” She hesitated. “He’s quite dedicated to his current mission.”

Kirk could feel everyone’s eyes on him, but still he insisted, “I don’t have to see him, just let him know I’m alive.”

“Admiral,” Data spoke up, “Captain Kirk may be able to convince Ambassador Spock to return to Earth. According to their records, they are married.”

The admiral turned to Kirk for confirmation and he nodded with a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry, Captain,” the admiral said at last, “Ambassador Spock has been out of contact for three years now.”

“Can I at least know what’s going on?” Kirk demanded.

The admiral nodded.

Picard volunteered - “I can fill him in.”

Kirk barely heard the rest of the meeting. Instead, he stared out the windows that made up the far wall, letting his mind wander through the stars as the others discussed the logistics of transferring an entire crew from one starship to another - it seemed an Enterprise-E was already under construction. He tried not to think about what could have happened to Spock.

Finally, the others filtered out of the conference room, leaving Kirk and Picard alone.

“Jim” - Picard hesitated - “Ambassador Spock is on Romulus.”

Kirk tore his eyes away from the windows and glanced at Picard. “I take it they haven’t become our allies in the past eighty years?”

“No, if anything our relations with the Romulans have gotten worse. They feel threatened by our alliance with the Klingons and have been doing everything in their power to put an end to it.”

Kirk braced himself for the worst and demanded, a little more sharply than necessary, “What happened to Spock?”

Picard sighed. “He’s been on Romulus for the past three years, attempting to educate the Romulan people in Vulcan ways and promote the reunification of Vulcan and Romulus. The assumption is that no news is good news - he’s well known as a Federation ambassador, and we assume the Romulans would make some noise if they had him, but the truth is we don’t know.”

Kirk just shook his head. Reunifying Vulcan and Romulus sounded like a crazy idea, even for Spock who had been in favor of peace with the Klingons before anyone else. But then again, there was a certain logic to it, not just trying to bring peace between Romulus and the Federation, but also trying to force the Vulcans to open up in the process. Either way, Kirk knew what he had to do.

“He’s not supposed to be there?” Kirk confirmed.

“No, in fact, at first we thought he might have defected to the Romulans” - Picard saw Kirk’s expression and clarified, “Not that we really believed he would defect, but he vanished one day, and was spotted on Romulus the next. Mr. Data and I were sent to sort it out and retrieve him.”

Kirk’s face lit up. “You met him?”

Picard smiled a little. “As a matter of fact, I did. He was remarkably stubborn.”

Kirk grinned and nodded in agreement. More seriously, he asked, “How was he?” He could only hope Spock wasn’t suffering from a broken bond.

“He seemed fine when I was there,” Picard answered, unsurprisingly oblivious to the real weight behind Kirk’s question, “But he hadn’t been on Romulus for very long. He was living underground, in a network of caves under a town, but I don’t think he stayed put. I doubt it’s gotten any easier since we left. He went when he did because he was invited by a friend of his, who he met at the Khitomer Conference, but it was a trap. We escaped - mostly thanks to Ambassador Spock.”

Kirk nodded. “He’s very efficient.”

“It’s easy to forget he was once a Starfleet captain, but he plainly hasn’t.”

“He was like that as a first officer too - the best one in the fleet.” Kirk couldn’t help but smile.

“His reputation as an ambassador is the same, and despite the troubles we encountered, he had amassed quite a following already. His students were quite devoted to him.”

“He has that effect on people.”

Picard looked unconvinced, but acknowledged, “He’s dedicated to his cause, I can give him that. I tried to convince him to return to the Federation, maybe I didn’t try hard enough, but he wouldn’t budge, even after being caught by the Romulan Security Forces.”

“He wouldn’t. I doubt I could convince him to leave...” Kirk trailed off.

After a moment’s pause, Picard carefully remarked, “When I saw him, he mentioned that he still feels responsible for the time you spent on Rura Penthe. He said he went to Romulus alone because he didn’t want to risk anyone else’s life.” He gave Kirk a pointed look, as though he could see through Kirk’s nascent plans.

Kirk shook his head. Of course Spock still felt guilty for it after all these years. “I’m to blame for worse.”

Picard hesitated. “Sometimes it feels like we give up too much in the name of duty.”

Kirk leaned back with a sigh. “I don’t know.” He still wanted so badly to be back in that chair, even for all it had cost him.

After a long silence, Picard spoke up, “Jim, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but if you and the ambassador are married, you should know; Sarek died not long after Ambassador Spock left for Romulus.”

“Does Spock know?”

“Yes, I had a chance to tell him while I was on Romulus.”

Kirk nodded. “I’m sure his death is a great loss to the Federation.”

Delicately, Picard attempted, “I know he and Ambassador Spock had a difficult relationship.”

“To say the least,” Kirk couldn’t help but add.

Picard hesitated. “I shared a small bond with Sarek. He cared for Spock, in his way.”

Kirk frowned. “Maybe, but that doesn’t make him a good father.”

“The last thing he said to me before I left - before he died - was that he wanted me to tell Spock that he loved him. I know they argued, but perhaps that was merely how they communicated.”

Kirk glanced away to look out on the stars. Finally, he returned his gaze to Picard, his mind made up. “Sarek married a human woman and then punished their son for being too emotional - too human. It took Spock’s death for Sarek to finally accept him.” Despite Kirk’s efforts to keep his voice even, it shook a little with emotion.

“He saw his son die,” Picard protested. “It almost destroyed him.”

Kirk’s eyes widened as he realized what Picard had seen. He cut off Picard with a shake of his head. “Sarek wasn’t there.”

“But I saw-”

Kirk shook his head again. “I melded with Sarek and showed him what happened.”

“That was…” Picard trailed off in realization. “Jim, I’m sorry.”

Kirk waved it off with a weak attempt at a smile. “It was a long time ago. Spock is fine now.”

“You wouldn’t know that he’s over a hundred by looking at him.”

Kirk’s smile grew a little stronger, though some dampness lingered under his eyes. “Thank you, Captain.” He forced himself to his feet.

Picard followed suit. “You can call me Jean-Luc.”

“Thank you, Jean-Luc,” Kirk corrected himself. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

Picard hesitated. “If you want to talk, you’re more than welcome.”

Kirk nodded in understanding. “I have a lot of questions about the Enterprise-D, but we should save something to talk about for next time.”

“I can show you to your quarters,” Picard offered and led the way out of the conference room.

Kirk tossed and turned in a bed that was much too soft for a cot on a starship. He didn’t really want to get comfortable, there was too much on his mind, too much weighing on him. Finally, he threw off the sheets, changed into a clean uniform, and strode out into the hall. It was quieter now, though he still passed a few officers hurrying to and fro. Some attempted to greet him, but he waved them off. The computer terminal, that ran along the walls in a black band, guided him up to the observation deck at the top of the saucer.

The observation deck was thankfully empty - there were a lot more places on the ship where people could go to savor the experience of being in outer space. A whole wall and part of the ceiling were paned with transparent aluminum, through which he could see the stars shifting around him as they passed at warp.

He had glanced at a star chart, they weren’t too far from Romulan space. If he peered in the right direction, he may have even been able to see some of the stars in the Neutral Zone. All he needed was a ship to take him there, and the admiral had been all too willing to give him one. But he couldn’t risk a crew on a personal mission.

Maybe she would be willing to strike a deal; he would come out of retirement, but first he needed a small ship to take him to Romulus. He didn’t actually expect to return, they were both too stubborn - Spock wouldn’t leave and Kirk refused to leave him there alone. It wasn’t the cleanest way to get what he wanted, but he only had so many options.

“The famous Captain Kirk,” a woman declared from behind him, jarring him out of his thoughts. “You look like a man who has a lot on his mind. Want to talk about it?”

Kirk turned to face her - it was the woman from the bar in the brightly colored dress, with those piercing eyes. “You have me at a disadvantage,” he said with a smile.

“I’m Guinan,” she said, very matter-of-fact, almost like the Klingon. “The Enterprise-B rescued me from the Nexus when you fell in. I never got a chance to thank you for saving us - not that any of us were very grateful at the time.”

As much as she looked it, she couldn’t have been human if she’d really lived that long, but Kirk supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. “I just did what I could,” he deflected.

Guinan nodded sagely. “The Nexus is a dangerous place - I would know. But keeping it all cooped up inside you just makes it worse.”

His eyes narrowed in confusion. “I wasn’t there for very long - at least it didn’t feel like it. It didn’t leave much of an impression,” he said with a shrug.

“Really? Then there must be something else that has you staring out into space in the middle of the night,” she challenged, clearly skeptical.

He glanced back out at the stars. “Just thinking about an old friend.”

She stepped over to him, so they could look out the window side by side. “Tell me about this friend of yours.”

Kirk smiled a little at that. He didn’t even know where to begin. At last, he said, “He’s stubborn and throws himself into danger without a thought for his own safety, but he would never let anyone else get hurt in his place.”

“It sounds like he gives his friends a lot to worry about.”

Kirk nodded.

“But you don’t seem like a man who would just sit around and worry. What’s the plan?” Guinan asked, almost conspiratorially.

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Kirk evaded the question with a smile.

“You can’t just leave him in danger, can you?”

Kirk sighed. “I don’t know if he is in any immediate danger,” he admitted.

“And if he was, you’d be able to get him out of it all on your own,” Guinan said sarcastically.

“I’d figure something out,” Kirk insisted.

“And then what? You’d lock him away to protect him from everything else in the galaxy?”

Kirk glared at her. “At least I’d be there.”

Guinan answered with a look of disbelief, “You’ll just follow him around?”

“Why not? That’s what he did for me for ten years, maybe it’s my turn.” With that, Kirk turned back toward the window.

Guinan clearly wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t argue any further. Instead, she let Kirk ruminate in silence for a little while, though he didn’t get far, still tense from their debate and ready for a fight.

Finally, Guinan spoke up once more - to Kirk’s surprise, the prodding tone was gone, replaced by something more reflective - “You know, sometimes I get feelings about things, how they’re supposed to be, like if there’s been some change in the timeline. I get a feeling like that about you; I don’t think we were ever supposed to meet. You were supposed to die on that planet and that was to be the end of it. But I think this way is better. I don’t think much else has changed and I’m glad I got to meet you, Captain.”

Kirk wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he answered with a wry smile all the same, “I’m glad I got to meet you too.”

They shook hands and Guinan left him alone in the observation deck at last.

A chime sounded at the door to Kirk’s quarters. It slid open on his command to reveal Counselor Troi.

“May I come in?” she asked.

“Sure,” Kirk welcomed her with a wave.

He was already seated at the desk and she brought over a chair to join him.

Once Troi was situated, she asked, “How are you feeling?”

He gave her a skeptical look and answered with a shrug - she could sense some purposeful evasion. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. I wanted to see how you’re doing.” Carefully, Troi said, “I am aware that Ambassador Spock is on Romulus.”

All that elicited was a sharp nod.

She tried again, “I can sense that you are feeling determined. Is there something you intend to do?”

He gave her a wry smile. “I’m always looking for an alternative solution.”

“Have you found one?”

“Aside from going to Romulus?”

It seemed she needed to take a more direct route. “I understand that you are in a very difficult situation, but avoiding your feelings is not the solution.”

Kirk reflected some of her irritation, though a bit of a smile remained to lighten the tone. “What do you want me to say? Of course I’m worried about him.” Before she could ask a follow-up question, he changed the topic entirely - “How precise are your empathic abilities?”

“I can tell you’re still trying to evade my questions.”

“It’s a useful ability, not just for counseling,” he pressed. “Can you sense the feelings of someone on another ship or on the surface of a planet?”

“Yes, it has come in handy in some diplomatic situations, but I am primarily a counselor.”

“I see that.”

She stopped herself short of sighing in exasperation. “I understand that you don’t want to talk about Ambassador Spock. What about your experience in the Nexus?”

“Fine, what do you want to know?” Kirk asked dismissively, but she could sense that his defenses had dropped a little.

“Tell me about it.”

“It’s very distant, almost like a dream.” He paused for a moment to search his memory. “The first thing I remember was standing outside a cabin chopping wood. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, though I don’t know why I was doing it - I knew Spock wasn’t there. I don’t know how long I was at it.”

“What influence would your husband’s presence have had on the situation?” she asked for clarification.

Kirk gave her a somewhat sheepish smile. “It was too warm out for me to want a fire for myself, but he likes the dry heat - it makes it feel more like Vulcan.”

“I see,” she said with a smile of her own. “And you said you were in front of a cabin - was it familiar to you?”

He nodded. “It was my uncle’s. I ended up with it after he died, but I wasn’t on Earth enough to use it, so I sold it years ago.”

“So, then what happened in the Nexus?”

“I was still chopping wood when your Captain Picard walked up. And then, I think I smelled something burning and remembered I had left some eggs on the stove, which I was making for a woman who was sleeping upstairs - I think her name was Antonia.”

“Is she someone you know?”

“I don’t think so.” He hesitated. “The strange thing is, while I was there, I was convinced that I almost married her nine years ago, but that instead I left to go back to Starfleet.”

“Did something similar happen nine years ago?”

Kirk shook his head.

“Were you with anyone at the time?”

“Spock and I were already married and I don’t think there was anyone else. It was before our last mission…” He froze.

Very delicately, Troi asked, “What is it?”

“Nine years ago, that was right before Khan - before Spock died. I was still on Earth at the time, if I had stayed and hadn’t gone on that training mission, Khan would have had no reason to go after Spock...” He had almost forgotten anyone else was there.

Troi could feel Kirk’s anguish, it was real even though the ambassador was alive as far as anyone knew. “What happened?” she prompted quietly, as not to intrude on his thoughts.

“Khan wanted revenge,” Kirk answered automatically, lost in memories. “He almost destroyed us, but at the last minute, Spock sacrificed himself to save the ship. I was able to bring him back, but it took a while before he was himself again.”

“I’m sorry.” Troi gently rested a hand on his arm.

Kirk seemed to jolt back to the present. His eyes suddenly fixed on Troi, as they hadn’t through his explanation, as though searching her face for a reaction or some indication of how much he had revealed.

“I sense that you still feel a lot of guilt for what happened,” Troi attempted, but she could tell that his defenses had already returned.

“A captain is responsible for the lives of his crew,” he answered, though his voice was still rough.

“Sometimes even the best captain can’t avert a tragedy.”

He shook his head. “It’s still his responsibility. You’re a doctor, don’t you feel responsible for your patients?”

She held firm - “It is important for a doctor to understand that sometimes there are things outside their control.”

“You sound like a Vulcan,” he accused, but he was almost smiling.

“Their philosophy has its merits.”

He nodded in agreement. “What does Betazoid philosophy have to say on the matter?” he asked - his evasive banter had returned.

“Most Betazoids prefer to embrace their emotions, which is very freeing, but can have negative effects on others. Any philosophy can be harmful if it is taken to extremes.”

Kirk gave her a knowing smile. “You said you’re half-Betazoid?”

“Yes, my mother is a Betazoid, and my father was human.” Troi felt a wave of sympathy in response. She clarified, “I had the opportunity to experience the best of both worlds. What’s your background?” she turned the question back on him.

“All human. I was born in Iowa, but my father was in Starfleet, so I spent a lot of time in the colonies.” A trace of a bad memory seemed to flit through his mind, but it quickly dissipated.

“Tell me about your time in the colonies,” Troi suggested.

Kirk waved it off. “There isn’t much to tell.” His tone was light, but she could sense that his defensiveness had returned.

It didn’t seem immediate enough to pursue, so she returned to her original question, “I don’t think you finished telling me about what happened in the Nexus. You were chopping wood, then Captain Picard arrived, and you realized the eggs you were making for Antonia were burning…” She motioned for him to continue.

He nodded. It took him a moment to regain his train of thought. “It really was like a dream. I think I was standing in the kitchen of my uncle’s cabin with your captain when my old dog, Butler, came in through the front door - I haven’t seen him since I was a kid. And I think there was that clock that I gave to Bones years ago on the wall, and I had the reading glasses that he gave me” - Troi felt a flash of Kirk’s regret and grief over Spock’s death, and then it was gone.

“Jean-Luc was trying to explain what was going on,” Kirk continued as though nothing had happened, “But I wasn’t listening - I was too busy preparing breakfast for Antonia. I think I even heard her voice, but when I stepped into the bedroom, I suddenly found myself in my uncle’s barn. I took out one of the horses, I think I was going to meet Antonia, but I’m not sure. I rode down the trail that I usually take, jumped over the ravine, and I think that’s when I realized it wasn’t real - I wasn’t afraid of the jump. That’s where Jean-Luc caught up to me and finally convinced me to go with him and stop Soran.”

“Why do you think the Nexus showed you that in particular?”

He shrugged. "It's the perfect retirement," he said, but she could tell he didn't really believe it.

"Perfect for you?"

"Maybe there's no such thing.”

"Why did you retire?"

"It was time," he said, but there was a lot of reluctance to it.

"You know, you're no older than Captain Picard.”

"Give or take eighty years,” he retorted.

“You don’t look over sixty to me.”

“You flatter me, doctor,” he said with a wry smile.

She gave him a look. More seriously, she said, “I think we made a lot of progress. Is it alright if I drop by again tomorrow?”

“Fine,” he said with a wave.

Kirk showed Counselor Troi to the door. It slid shut behind her and he was left alone in his quarters once more. He let out a sigh in an attempt to relieve some of the tension from the interview. The room suddenly seemed much too big for one man - it was bigger than his quarters had been on any of the ships he had commanded.

He glanced back at his desk - he could resume going over his plans for going to Romulus, but there was only so much that could be prepared in advance. Instead, he decided to follow the counselor’s example, and stepped out into the corridor himself. He ambled almost aimlessly, tracing his way through another unfamiliar starship - he had to remind himself that this one was not his.

He meandered down to the engines, passing officers and civilians alike, but no one that he recognized. Finally, he arrived in engineering and spotted Data standing at one of the terminals. Kirk strolled over to the android and peered at the screen over his shoulder, though he made sure to leave a comfortable distance between them.

Data turned to face him. “Is there something you require, Jim?”

Kirk smiled. “What are you working on there?”

“Monitoring the warp engine relay,” Data answered promptly.

“Is there something wrong with it?” Kirk asked. He attempted to decipher the schematic on the screen, but it made about as much sense as what Data had said.

“No, it is functioning within normal parameters. I am merely performing a routine check.”

“I don’t mean to distract you.”

“Very well,” Data said and returned to his work without a second glance.

Kirk grinned at the response. He waited for Data to notice he was still there.

“Captain Kirk!” La Forge exclaimed from the other end of the room, near the warp core. He strode over to join them.

“How are the engines?” Kirk asked.

“They ought to be at maximum efficiency with all the extra hands looking after them.”

“The engines’ efficiency is not correlated with the number of officers maintaining them,” Data corrected him.

“That’s the problem,” La Forge said. He turned to Kirk - “Is there anything we can help you with?”

Kirk shook his head. “Just distracting Mr. Data, here.”

“You said your intention was not to distract me,” Data protested, his eyes narrowed in confusion.

“It’s a figure of speech, Data,” La Forge tried to explain. “People say it to be polite.”

“I see…” Data said, though he didn’t sound convinced. “However, Jim, if your intention is to distract me, I do have a question I have been meaning to ask you.”

“Ask away,” Kirk said with a wave.

“How can a human such as yourself engage in a romantic relationship with a Vulcan who rejects human emotion?”

La Forge made to protest, but Kirk held up a hand to stop him. A lot of people had asked him that question over the years, but rarely with such sincere curiosity.

However, before Kirk could answer, a young ensign interrupted, “Excuse me, sir.” She gestured at the terminal they were all crowded around.

“Come on,” La Forge said, “I know somewhere a little less crowded - you haven’t gotten a proper tour of the warp core yet.”

La Forge led the way to the tall glowing column at the end of the room that gave the ship the power to traverse the galaxy in days instead of years. From right next to it, if Kirk craned his neck, he could see a network of narrow walkways that wound around the warp core all the way to the top. La Forge led Kirk and Data up two metal staircases, bathed in the core’s blue glow.

“We should be out of the way up here,” La Forge said.

Kirk let his eyes fall shut so he could just listen to the whirring of the engines - it almost sounded like he was back on his own ship. Finally, he forced himself back to the present. “She’s lovely.”

La Forge grinned. “You should have seen the Enterprise.”

“I’m sorry I missed it,” Kirk said. Then, at last, he turned to Data’s question. “Spock doesn’t really reject emotion, he just tempers it with logic. Do you have your sights set on a particular Vulcan?”

“No,” Data replied, “I am not romantically interested in a Vulcan, if I interpret your question correctly. I ask because my previous attempt at engaging in a romantic relationship with a human did not go well because of my inability to experience human emotions. However, based on the duration of your marriage with Ambassador Spock, I assume your relationship was successful despite his choice to lead a Vulcan life.”

“You had some emotions,” La Forge insisted, “Even before you put in the emotion chip.”

“I could not experience happiness, sadness, or even anger. Therefore, I was unqualified to be in a human relationship,” Data explained as though it was perfectly logical.

Kirk sighed. “Why does it have to be human? Did you love her?”

“I was not capable of experiencing love,” Data replied.

“Then why enter into a relationship in the first place?” Kirk pressed.

“She expressed her interest in me and after consulting with several of my crewmates, I determined that it would be an informative experience. However I proved to be unequal to the task.” Data’s disappointment was clear.

“Did you care for her?”

“She was my friend. I appreciated her abilities and the time that I spent with her.”

Kirk nodded. “That sounds like something to me, maybe not love, but you clearly felt something for her. And the desire for love is very human - not that we’re the only ones.”

“Even if I felt some emotion for her, it was clearly not enough,” Data insisted.

Kirk hesitated. “I fell in love with an android once. She seemed very human on the surface, but she didn’t have her own goals or ideals - it was her creator that wanted her to be more human. And, like you, she was new to emotion. Her creator tried to teach her through experience, but the conflicting feelings were too much for her.”

“I do not understand what you are attempting to demonstrate.”

“I don’t think I can really answer your question,” Kirk admitted. “Being in a relationship with a Vulcan or an android may be more complicated, but all relationships are complicated.” He put a reassuring hand on Data’s shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll make it work.”

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Old married mcspirk 169th anniversary

Old Married McSpirk going hiking in their retirement. McCoy insists he takes the supplies and Spock shares half the load without telling the doctor before the SS T’Kirk picked them up. They are camping/hiking on a planet, federation friendly, that Jim made first contact over a hundred years ago with Nyota Uhura translating for a dead language not on the universal translator. Jim is keeping a steady pace ahead of McCoy and Spock is using his rocket boosters to keep up with the energetic man. Jim’s going slow under a speedlimit Spock notices and McCoy is all “STOP GOIN’ SO FAST, DARLIN’S!” McCoy has gotten slower with age and walking is becoming a pain. Spock and Jim are well aware of it but Spock feels it more through his end of the bond. When they make it to a familiar mountain location. Only to find a gigantic sculpture of the USS Enterprise, pre refit, and Jim’s making heart eyes at it. McCoy is floored. Spock raises the eyebrow. Jim only wishes that Scotty was here to see it. There is a plague below indicating this is the historic site where first contact was made. There’s life sized replica’s of Spock,McCoy, and Jim alongside it.

Spock gets a message from McCoy’s doctor confirming his theory. He closes the old style communicator as McCoy and Jim return from fishing. McCoy is grumbling while wet. Completely wet. Spock gets out a clean pair of clothes from the spare bag. They unpack then resume hiking on the way to a small town up ahead. Spock informs Jim through the bond. McCoy has all ready known since the pain became worse. Spock and Jim slow down and pamper him. And touch him. And shower him in kisses and have a one hour quicky behind a large bush. They take pictures of land formations and selfies. Spock takes a picture of Jim and McCoy naked, resting, under a rock formation that resembles a certain part of a man’s body with their clothes behind the camera. They take a lot of naked photos. They come to a small town where there are some goons after a farmer. And treat everyone poorly even the women. Jim does not like it. They don’t treat the three retired men with the respect that should be treated for all elderly. McCoy wants to throw a punch at them but Spock and Jim keep him at bay. They are insulting Spock, horribly. Jim is keeping his flaring temper at bay. This is supposed to be a tentamount, warm memorable occassion and these men are ruining it. The goons were sent to kill that farmer because he saw something he shouldn’t have seen in the city and their employer controls the town with armed, corrupted officials. Jim uses the currency of the planet to get them a room.

Spock and Jim help McCoy upstairs much as the doctor resists. They are on a planet, that is like a wild west meets scifi setting, that has humans. They take tours around the small town and struggle not to interfere since they are abiding their prime directive of NO SPECIAL TREATMENT FROM NO ONE WHAT SO EVER. By not revealing their identities since hell this planet is likely visited a lot by Vulcans and humans, more likely since Vulcans are intrigued by how the society developed technology so rapidly and a handful of scientists are still trying to found out hundreds of years later. They go to a bar to get really drunk before going out to hike again because, actually, it's quite entertaining. The wildlife is. McCoy is determined on catching that meat eating rabbit that took Joanna's holovid RIGHT IN HIS DAMN VISION. They restock on supplies and refuse to be given robotic versions of horses because what's the point of hiking if you have a horse. Jim decides they should take a visit to a horse ranch and have McCoy ride on to ride a horse. McCoy spits out what he is drinking at that announcement. Spock agrees. It has been a while since they had actually been riding a horse. McCoy brings up numerous instances when he had to ride a horse and none of them were for fun and he has a suspicion this isn't for fun. Jim calls him paranoid slapping the man's back with a hearty laugh. Spock assures the doctor that it is purely for fun. Jim's pink cheeks are proof of that because he is so damn happy.

The goons are all pushy and disrespectful toward the triumvirate then the goons leave to do something. They walk to the farmer's house which also happens to be a horse operation for kids to come by and ride for free even for adults. The goons are there. McCoy opts for tranquilizing them with his hyposprays doubling as phaser darts. His husbands decide to go the other route and keep him afar. Spock nerve pinches and Jim punches those goons who think they can push them around. McCoy comes in then assumes medical command of the farmer and his family including a injured Spock. Jim gives a passionate speech to the tied up men and McCoy attends to Spock’s injuries using a personal dermal regenerator. Jim goes n about respect for women and how grateful they should be that women exist. Without women,there wouldn’t be men. He goes way deep going philosophical regarding treating the elderly. The goons are taken away but the big boss has to be dealt with. Spock comes up with a pretty genius way to lure the boss out and not interfere. Jim likes the plan all ready and he has just finished that eloquent speech-turned-essay. McCoy all ready knows nothing good can come out of it. Because sometimes, bad stuff happens because of Spock's plan and someone dies because of it. Spock reasons, less lives are lost. And Jim agrees. McCoy doesn't find it ethical and they have an argument about it while McCoy is taking care of the younger woman.

The farmer asks if he could do anything for them.

Jim grins, widely, as McCoy groans.

“Horse back riding.” Is the only thing Jim says.

Asides to Jim and Spock helping him upstairs later that night to their room, horseback riding was quite relaxing

A week later, the big boss comes. McSpirk has just set off to the mountains to hike. The town's people have been encouraged, time after time, and with effort by Jim Kirk and many of the women to decorrupt their town, that they don't need to be pushed around. McCoy thinks he overhears a man's scream when they are far, far, far away. Spock dismisses it. McCoy won't admit it, but he is actually enjoying the hike than he lets on. Jim is at the top taking pictures of the town right below and he is sitting at the top actually. McCoy finds this both adorable and quite frightening that he is sitting on the top not even the slightest afraid. McCoy then non-chalantly comments, "I suppose we deserve this worring about our Jim after that health scare on the Enterprise D." Spock holds his hand out for his ashayam and helps him forward. Jim sees a bunny and he runs right after it, "COME BACK, YOU LITTLE ROTTEN ANTLER OVER GROWN SQURRIL!" McCoy is alarmed and so is Spock, both frightened that he is going to be eaten alive. But lol, nope, when they catch up to them, Jim is scolding the animals that are hissing at him about stealing what is not their’s. McCoy is relieved to see him alive and okay but not okay with Jim risking his ass for Joanna's holovid which Jim has in his hand asides to the other stuff the animals stole from them. Spock retrieves every one of their stolen products. Jim takes a selfie with all three into frame with the meat eating rabbits behind them looking innocent in the background. McCoy talks with Jim on how that is not okay to scare him like that. Spock agrees. Spock was not pleased. And they don't need to be scared by Jim again that way. They each have a water cannister. And they take stops. They tour places that once were up and gorgeous. The abandoned town. The stolen kisses, the plots to sway the Klingons away from the representatives of the planet, and the halfway buried signs. There is vegetation all around the town. McCoy collapses. He has fallen and he can't get up. He can't walk. Spock makes a make shift wheelchair and they place McCoy into it. And it feels godddamn depressing that he's actually became this old to be in a damn wheelchair at least in McCoy's opinion. Jim decides to change their hiking to a suitable wheelchair friendly environment. Spock agrees. They make new memories. McCoy notices that Spock is more forgetful lately and he takes Jim's hand, "Spock's dementia has gotten worse." Jim briefly closes his eyes, painfully, with a knowing expression. "I know. He is better shape than I am." McCoy knows this is true because Jim forgot his glasses a couple times and Spock forgot them too. "I think we should spend the remaining few anniversary we have on Vulcan or Earth. So Spock can still be able to submit his katra to the ancient hall of thoughts." Spock is making their tent. McCoy and Jim agree on it. McCoy puts it into his retirement log to remind himself. They share a toast to absent friends. And to their crew. And to the last few years of their lives. Spock knows they must get a electrical wheelchair for McCoy when they get back. He actually has replaced his anti-gravity boots with regular boots. And he feels guilt that his husbands are suffering because he didn't want to outlive them. Jim and McCoy treat Spock that night with a lot of touching and their hands wrapped around him.

#old married mcspirk #s'chn t'gai spock #leonard mccoy #james t. kirk

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