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K/S Hospital Scene bc Into Darkness was so K/S TASTIC
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..."
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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Of course... please allow me a moment to bring certain necessities to the roof....
Can you meet me there in approximately eighteen minutes?
[Before Jim can even say anything, the Vulcan is already out the door.]
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[but Spock just left. And Jim was left wondering... But no matter. He gathered some food he had warming on the stove and headed to the roof when eighteen minutes were up. Whatever plan you had Spock it was... Kind of cute to see you jump into dating]
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...waiting for his Ashaya.]
Jim.
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Hey...
Nice little camp you set up. Y'hungry?
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Indeed...
[Though he found himself hungry for more things than food. Spock thought that that was a rather interesting feeling... this continuous want for Jim. He wanted to convey everything he was feeling...
...including how beautiful he thought Jim was.]
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I cooked these like traditional dinner carrots. I think they taste pretty good.
[not to mention those mashed potatoes were like velvet. Don't mention it. He knows.]
Where'd you get these.
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I have lived in this building for six point two years. I come up to the rooftop often to view the stars.
I keep extra blankets and pillows to make myself comfortable while doing so.
[The Vulcan hummed as he smelled the food... it all look rather delicious.
Tentatively, Spock reached across and rubbed his fingers along Jim's... to say thank you. A small kiss.]
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[he "kissed" back and looked up at the sky. Beautiful sparkling stars... They begged to be explored, discovered, traversed... He longed to be back in space.]
... You miss it yet?
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That is an interesting question... and in a way yes, I do miss it. However, my relation to space and exploration is forever mixed with my sense of home...
And since you are my home, I find myself content to be wherever you are.
[Spock meant every word.
Slightly embarrassed, the Vulcan went for a plate of food...]
However, I believe there are some beings who belong in space more than others... I think it is safe to assume that you belong in that category, yes?
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But I could have made it in Iowa if I wanted to. I was good at farm work. It just... [he kind of dissociated then]
whatever.
Hey. When do you want to get married? I want it to he before we go back into space.
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Married? hmm...]
I am uncertain... It depends on how much of a public affair you wish it to be... or if the Federation would even allow us to have a quiet wedding.
[They were big for PR....
If Spock had his way, they'd already be married... the Vulcan way.]
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Right... We could sneak off to Vegas if you want. Get it over quick. This weekend if you want.
[he leaned in for a human kiss. He wasn't ready to say yes or no on Vulcan marriage but he was 90% sure of his choice.]
You think they wouldn't let us get married? I mean they knew about you and Uhura and didn't throw a fit.
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[For some reason that bothers the Vulcan.. things like this were so private on his home planet.]
They did not 'throw a fit' because we were... discreet. And they would not argue with an endangered species and their potential mate.
[You think this apartment was the only thing they did because they liked Spock? Right.
The Vulcan clung to Jim through the kiss... keeping him close...]
Perhaps we could enjoy engagement for awhile? I believe Doctor McCoy would be quite...
...emotional if he was not made aware of your wedding.
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Yeah I need to tell Bones tomorrow... And the others... Damn I need to talk to my mother...
[really not looking forward to seeing her face ]
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Your mother... have you not communicated with her since the incident?
[By incident, he means the near destruction of the Enterprise and much of San Francisco.]
Would you like for me to be there when you talk to her?
[Spock knew that there was a history between Winona and her son.. just not the extent of it.]
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[that'll go great or awful. His mother was hit and miss and unpredictably so.]
I think she's grounded right now...
[She didn't miss that her son was the hero of earth twice now. Was she avoiding emotional moments?]
Maybe I should try what my dad said and find Sam.
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A question flickered over Spock's face at the next statement.]
Ah yes... George Samuel Kirk... Do you believe it will be difficult to find him? Surely he must be registered somewhere.
[Spock was quite curious about the elusive Kirk.]
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[he stared out at the stars then, wondering about his brother. What had changed? Why had he never come home? Did he ever marry or have kids? Sam would be approaching 30 now...]
Tomorrow...
...Spock?
Do you like kids?
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Lowering the utensil, Spock gives the question some consideration...]
I am uncertain. To say that I 'like' children would imply that I have a preference...
...where in all honesty I do not have enough experience with children to say one way or the other.
I am not adverse to them...
Do you enjoy children?
[Spock tilted his head in curiosity... where had Jim's inquiry come from?]
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I guess I'm in the same boat. I haven't met too many but I like the ones I've met...
... most people want kids. I dunno what I want but I am pretty sure I want at least one... y'know... at some point.
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He was glad that there was low lighting... otherwise it would be entirely too noticeable. He didn't know what to say...
...To have children with Jim? That would be...
..........that would be such an honour! To have a family.. he had never dreamed, never thought it would be possible. The Vulcan had resigned himself to solitary life if he could not have Jim...
Spock was too quiet.. staring at his lap.]
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S'ok. We don't have to. That frees up more time to explore space anyway.
[No kids is fine, he isn't attached to the idea just yet...]
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Quickly, and with Vulcan agility, Spock leaned forward and removed Jim's food from his person... placing it a safe distance away. Darting in, he captured his Captain's lips... purring profusely.]
Jim...
To have children with you is to achieve a dream I never thought possible. Nothing would please me more than to have a family...
...with you T'hy'la.
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Yeah?...
That's good then... I think when we're older I'll really want them.
[He assumes they'll adopt one or two which is totally fine with him. Orphans need homes terribly. He'd be happy to give some his.]
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T'hy'la bond? Who could pass that up~ Spock still had a lot to tell Jim about their unique bond.
The Vulcan didn't reply... instead, he placed a few more chaste kisses to his mouth, then started to sit back on the blanket once more.
That was good, right?]
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That email? all of it... seriously, ALL OF IT YES. XD <3
Didja get my adhd message in your inbox?
It was an awesome message~ And yes, ALL OF IT. XD
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I love that icon of him
<3
/clings. Will I see you this evening?
I'm not sure~ I'll be in and out though~
What's happening? A party? Are you getting drunk without me? Not cool :l
:p
I want sooooome :l
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Uh oh! 666th comment. the devil comment!
pffffft~ XD
Eeeeevil
>:D
I just saw Black Swan, I am shell shocked.... just... wow
*snerk*
No really, I am dreaming up a completely ooc ballet AU.
pfffffff!
No like... I got the whole story now. Imagine Spock as a dancer, ooc yes but he'd be *fabulous*
Simply fabulous~
Are you getting on tonight? Or shall I pm you about it?
That PM was beautiful. XD
I'm building on it too. omg. there is an all mens ballet. I think Jim should be this awesome hotshot
:p
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HAPPY 700!
/clinks glasses
<3
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Sorry for my absence m'dear~
Did anything awesome happen? I'll be on tonight.
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Gah! I feel like I was too harsh on Winona.
She definitely doesn't think much of Spock.
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