K/S Hospital Scene bc Into Darkness was so K/S TASTIC

[done_in_3]

It was so sudden. He woke up with a flash, bright lights, soft sounds, a bed, he was alive?? But he'd died in the chamber...in engineering. Spock and he had exchanged that vulcan hand-thing whatever the hell it was. He'd died, he was dead. Was this heaven? Holy....

No. Bones was here nagging at him.

"Oh don't be so melodramatic, you were barely dead. You've been out cold for two weeks."

He was so...taken aback. What had happened? He just remembered being in the locked chamber watching Spock shed tears, glimmering tears of anguish as he slowly died of radiation poisoning... his heart lurched at the memory. He didn't know the vulcan was even capable...

And then Spock was in the room, approaching him. Suddenly... everything else was forgotten. Hell even Bones was gone in his mind, though he could hear the doctor put in a "You know Uhura and I had something to do with it too."

"....Thanks, Spock... for saving my life..."
 

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_{[... oh Spock... you were good at this, he didn't think you could be. Honestly he's surprised. This is the vulcan who couldn't say he'd miss him when they were separated before the meeting at HQ.]}

I used to but I always knew he was a piece of shit.

_{[he held Spock tight]}

I can tell you how I got revenge.

[spohkh]

[Spock tilted his head back to look at Jim's face, and quirked an eyebrow...]

Revenge?

[Vulcans were pacifists for the most part... retaliation just wasn't part of the repertoire. Then again, this was Jim Kirk...Even at a young age, he would have been capable of a lot.]

What did you do?

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_{[He smirked and went back to the pancakes]}

My father loved antique cars. He had a red '67 Chevy Corvette Stingray convertible. Frank used to make me wash it as punishment as a kid. He acted like it was his car... when Sam ran away I was acting out about it, Frank ordered me to wash it again and I found the keys to it..... so I drove it. I was... about eight?

That day... Sam said to me... 'I can't be a Kirk in this house. Show me how to do that and I'll stay.'

I drove it off a cliff.

[spohkh]

[Spock blinked at Jim...

At eight years old he drove a car off a cliff? Indeed... Jim was truly a remarkable human.]

Were you injured? Were there consequences to your actions?
[Spock had a billion questions bouncing around in his head... and honestly he was quite surprised by Jim... who does that kind of thing?]

[done_in_3]

_{[Jim Kirk did that kind of thing.]}

Frank was furious, Mom was furious. Sam came home for a while, I got reprimanded by the cops...and of course the car was destroyed.

I was bad after that. Frank knew he couldn't fuck with me anymore. He tried to keep me under his thumb for a while but... eventually they thought maybe I'd do better some place else. They put me on Tarsus Four.

Speaking of-- are you sure you want to be talking about this stuff this early in the morning?

[spohkh]

[Spock sat back down on the stool...]

Jim... time of day is irrelevant to the sharing of information. However, it is entirely up to you how much you wish to tell me... if this makes you uncomfortable then I will content myself with what I have.

[However, the meld last night... Jim's death experience... it was a rather large elephant in the room.
The Vulcan regarded his T'hy'la.]

However... if you decide to bond with me... there will be no secrets. We will know each other fully and intimately.

[Spock wondered if Jim would be willing to do that...]

Hi darling~ How's the day going?

[only1highlander]

<sub>[Woah was that a mood changer? Feels like it. Jim's expression quickly sobered and he seemed to become introspective for a moment. What Spock was talking about... even without so much as an allusion, Jim recognized what he meant. Kodos. His worst memory and the worst moments of his entire life. The one thing he might be considered afraid of was Spock rejecting him over that or being unable to emotionally comprehend it and withdrawing from him.

But he was also right. If they went forward, Spock would know everything anyway. What if they learned when it was too late that they couldn't be together over this? Was there even a way to back out of a bond with a vulcan? Jim imagined it would probably be extensive and unpleasant...]</sub>

So it's "tell you now" or "have you watch it later."

_{[He clearly didn't want to talk about it but that was never going to change.]}

I never told anyone about it. I was thirteen...

good! all the toilets are cleaned. XD

[spohkh]

[Spock's eyebrows twitched together...
Was this not a good time? Did he break one of the unwritten human rules of interaction?
Should this have waited until after breakfast? Spock regarded his T'hy'la... they were both 'now or never' people, may as well jump in and see where it takes you.]

Jim.. I...
...regret bringing this topic to the fore when I perhaps should not have. However... if you share this with me, I will, as they say... make it up to you.

[Spock would do his best to make Jim feel better after he's done sharing...
But then the Vulcan tilted his head in mild concern.]
Captain... Jim... nothing you tell me would ever change my...

....feelings for you.
You are now and forever will be my T'hy'la... please take comfort in this fact.

Thank god for that

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[it was never a good time so... It was also never a bad time. All equally shitty times. Jim listened... And shrugged]

I hope that's true, Spock...

[but his father had said this man would help him through all that... He took a heavy breath. Well here goes.]

I was starving, same as the others. I'd... Kind of hidden in a corner of an empty barn. People were being executed already by that point. He came to me and he was nice... But I knew he was evil but still, he offered me food.

... I was desperate.... He... Wanted me to... How do I say this...[without throwing up]

We had a trade off. He fed me if I let him do what he wanted with me.

[spohkh]

[Spock was silent... He told himself that he could deal with whatever Jim had gone through and be there for him.
But... an unforgivable action had been taken against his T'hy'la...
Spock's fists were white with the force he was holding them... a deep, threatening growl rumbled from his chest.

This anger... this overwhelming anger that he felt when he fought Khan came rolling back. Spock was still a Vulcan, he would never say 'I will kill him' out loud...
...but it was fairly evident what the Vulcan intended.


Spock's growl stuttered though as he focused back on Jim... Stopping it all together he inclined his head.]
My apologies... a minor lapse in emotion.
Jim, I grieve with thee.

[done_in_3]

Wha... what?

<sub>[He blinked at Spock owlishly. What was happening? Why was he growling like this? Jim stepped back, physically stepped back from the vulcan. Even as he calmed himself and apologized Jim seemed alert and on guard. What just happened? Why had Spock suddenly sounded like a damn wolverine? Yeah he sounded like that when they fucked yesterday but... this was violent. Even primal. He wouldn't say it scared him but it... certainly made him uncomfortable. The white clenched fists, the rumbling growl, pure threat in Spock's eyes...

Of course the vulcan reined it in but Jim had seen enough. He turned around, finishing breakfast quickly. If that was a 'minor' lapse for Spock they might have problems. He knew what a major lapse looked like. People died unless someone intervened.]</sub>

I... think that's enough story time.

[spohkh]

[Spock looked down...

Yes, he had definitely made a bad impression. Time to explain himself.]

Jim... you must understand, I am Vulcan and you are my intended. Anything that is or was a threat to you is something that I need to protect you from and if necessary... eliminate it.

[Spock had the decency to look a little bit sheepish... but he meant it...
...he would hunt down Kodos, he had ever intention of doing so.]

[done_in_3]

[He blinked at Spock in confusion.]

...coming from the man who adamantly insisted I take Khan in alive... Cold blooded murder is suddenly okay of it's for me?

I... Don't understand your logic, Spock. Where id this coming from?

[spohkh]

[Spock was going to be stubborn about this... His expression turned into that of the argumentative Vulcan.]

It is logical to protect one's mate.

[Hmm, not even twenty four hours together and they're already going to argue eh?
Spock was going to kill Khan after all... logic be damned. You were dead Jim... Khan was responsible. There was only one acceptable conclusion.]

[done_in_3]

Okay I'm im agreement with you there. But where do you draw the line? Are you going to slay everyone's rapists? It's logical to protect our friends and crew too. Why just me? And this is about something that happened a long time ago. I don't necessarily need protection from him anymore.

But sure, kill him... I want to hunt him down. I'm just surprised... Shocked that you suddenly have no problem with what is exactly the same situation we had when we went to Quonos.

[spohkh]

[Spock resisted the urge to stand up and pace...
Was he being illogical? Yes... was he being emotional? Very much so. Spock was frustrated to say the very least... this whole 'being in love' thing was new for him too.
The very thought of Jim being hurt made Spock want to do things that he would have never before contemplated. The Vulcan looked up at Jim, hoping to somehow convey what he was thinking. Instead, the Vulcan stayed quiet... giving every appearance that he was cool...
...except for his eyes.

Once they were bonded, things would be better. At least... he hoped they would be better.]

[done_in_3]

[Jim watched as Spock calmed himself, noticing his eyes. He breathed and got breakfast plated and on the counter. He's new to this as well... No one has ever been so eager to defend him or go to bat for him at all... He's adjusting.

He sets their food down in front of Spock... And pulls the Vulcan against his chest in a gentle hug. Jim pressed his lips to Spock's hair. He understands it's hard on them both. It'll just take time but he's here for you too.]

[spohkh]

[Spock blushes as Jim hugs him... and marvels.
How can this human being who has been through so much... be the one to end up comforting others?
Spock makes a contented noise in the embrace and reached for Jim's hand, giving him a nice long 'kiss'. The Vulcan entwines their fingers, loving the feel of his T'hy'la.]

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[He knew the horrors of life. He knew how much a little comfort could do. He held Spock a bit longer, 'kissing' him back... Then slid into the stool next to him. He pet Spock's hair back then reached for a fork, cutting the pancakes up.]

Try this...

[the blueberry one]

[spohkh]

[Spock was torn as he want to both purr at the contact... and swat Jim's hand away.
Love was indeed confusing.

The Vulcan raised an eyebrow in contemplation, and then went for the blueberry pancake.
Chewing in a calculating manner, the Vulcan hummed in pleasure.]

My compliments once again on your cooking ability Jim. This is very pleasing.

[demon_prosecutor]

<sub>[He smirked at Spock's reaction but withdrew his hand. Spock's words brought a different kind of smile to his face. This was a strange but very welcome sort of domestic pleasure.

He ate his pancakes, taking that chocolate chip one~ Oh hell yes.]</sub>

Isn't it? This is the most unhealthy breakfast food I know of. Great for hangovers and pretty much anything else.

[spohkh]

[Spock looked over at Jim and blinked... hangovers? He would have to take Jim's word for it. On Vulcan, pancakes were something his mother made very rarely and were considered a treat.
She called it 'comfort food'... a concept he didn't really understand until now. It truly was comforting to be eating this with his T'hy'la right now.

The Vulcan made a noncommittal noise and tucked in, finishing his blueberry pancake and fruit.]

I must send a communication to my father... [The Vulcan stood..] I will return momentarily....

[And with that, Spock gathered his dishes, deposited them in the sink.... and went into his office.]

[demon_prosecutor]

Hm? Yeah sure.

<sub>[He finished soon after and cleans up the dishes. When Spock was finished talking. He's flipping through his PADD, looking for the address of a vulcan import store nearby...


And before ten minutes are up, Sarek has sent a return message to Spock. He wishes to speak with his son immediately. In person. And bring the mate along.]</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock comes out of the office... an unreadable look on his face... and sits down beside his T'hy'la.]

My father wishes to see us immediately.
We are to meet him at the embassy as soon as convenient. Is this acceptable?
[Spock looks to Jim with some trepidation. His father is a full-blooded Vulcan... a being who can be difficult to handle at times and who has always intimidated Spock.
Then again...
...he has changed since..

...well... Death it seems changes many people.]

[demon_prosecutor]

_{[Jim looked a touch concerned at Spock's demeanor, reaching forward to touch his face, stroking his cheek with his thumb]}

...Alright. Let's go then. We can get plomeeks on the way back. I found a place~

_{[Yeah he isn't afraid of anything. He died, man. Bring on the vulcans.]}