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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..."
 

Date: 2014-04-26 02:38 am (UTC)
spohkh: (black and white kiss)
From: [personal profile] spohkh
[Spock was quick to comply, getting Jim his glass of water and placing it on the table next to the couch. He also handed Jim his PADD....]

Call, if you need anything. [They had been together for awhile now, but the Vulcan still blushed a bit before leaning forward to give his mate a small peck on the lips.]

Date: 2014-04-26 02:46 am (UTC)
spohkh: (Seriously Working)
From: [personal profile] spohkh
[Spock looked as though he wanted more, pretty much having to shake himself out of it before he could stand again, barely managing to leave Jim's presence.

The Vulcan was a working machine as soon as he got outside, clearing the hay and doing everything Winona asked. The sun was just starting to set....

...and he barely noticed. He had to admit, working like this was like meditating. It was kind of nice.]

Date: 2014-04-26 03:00 am (UTC)
spohkh: (I am Content)
From: [personal profile] spohkh
[Spock stopped, seeming almost surprised that so much time had already gone by.]

A home-made meal would be most appreciated, and I enjoy Earth-vegetables just fine. My mother often had them imported in to make 'comfort food.'
[The Vulcan searched the new bond, wondering how Jim was doing as he started to make his way towards the house.]

Date: 2014-04-26 04:18 am (UTC)
spohkh: (more standing around)
From: [personal profile] spohkh
[Spock was surprised to hear Winona being so... chipper? He wasn't sure of the word, but her mood had definitely shifted. While he felt bad for treating her the way he did, he was still under the impression that she didn't really care for him.
Which was understandable considering what he had done to her son.

Spock recovered quickly though.]


My mother was always fond of potato salad, vegetarian lasagna and really anything that you could add cheese to. She was always rather inventive with her cooking, and I am ashamed to say that I did not pay much attention to what she added or substituted. [A faint blush stained Spock's cheeks at that. It was one of the many things he regretted.]
[When they got inside, Spock only glanced at the cake with a raised eyebrow before going to Jim's side, making sure to be quiet.]

Date: 2014-04-26 04:41 am (UTC)
spohkh: (Oh Hai)
From: [personal profile] spohkh
[Spock 'listens' for a moment before standing upright once more. Jim was fine, if not tired.]

He is indeed. Shall I assist you with dinner?
[He was glad now that they had moved him to the first floor. He can't imagine what would have happened it he had fallen down the stairs.]

Date: 2014-04-26 06:25 pm (UTC)
spohkh: (Staring into space)
From: [personal profile] spohkh
[Spock reverently sifted his fingers through Jim's hair, making sure he stayed asleep... his mind mingling with his mate's in contentment. He drew from that peace, calming his own nerves as he turned towards Winona.]

He is doing quite well, you have a very strong son.
[The Vulcan chops up the vegetables as instructed, remaining thoughtful for quite some time. Eventually he did break the silence.]

It is illogical to desire change for what is, because one cannot change the past. However, I find myself wishing for certain changes...
[He knows this is something that him and Winona share.]

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