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

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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..."
 

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<sub>[He didn't even budge as he was undressed. Apparently he was exhausted. Given he just got out of the hospital, he'd had a full day, and topped it off with an energy-consuming mind meld he deserved the break.

Jim would argue that since they'd already done a different kind of sleeping together today that actual slumber wasn't that big a deal. He would... but he couldn't. So Jim would spend the night peacefully asleep... only somewhere in the night he would shift... find Spock... and curl up with him. Nice and warm~</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock was surprised to suddenly have an armful of Jim... but eventually found a comfortable enough position.
This was...

...quite agreeable. Something that Spock could definitely get used to. The Vulcan felt like he could protect Jim like this... So he wrapped his arms tighter around his T'hy'la, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep meditation.

That was something that was sorely needed. The Vulcan had to sift through all the emotions that he was exposed to today, which was a fair bit. And then there was Jim.
Love... it was a living, pulsating thing that was growing in his mind, recognizing that Jim was his and just waiting to be fully joined. He would never admit it, but right now... he was happy.
Granted, he was confused.... there was the issue of Jim having an 'after death experience'... seeing his fathers and Amanda. Then there was Tarsus... Hatred for Kodos swept through Spock.. very similar to what he felt after Jim had died..
...Spock would make sure that Kodos was dead... by his own hands.

The Vulcan buried his face in Jim's hair, breathing in the scent of the man he loved... it cooled his heated mind and eventually lulled him to sleep.]

Just gonna insert songs I like into this time period and say it's a song on their radios

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<sub>[Jim could get used to it too, but next time. Right now he was in dreams, oblivious to Spock's mental prose. He'd answer any questions the vulcan had in the morning if he liked... he had some of his own anyway. But when morning came... Spock would find himself alone in the bed. Jim had woken up early, too hot from being under the covers with Spock curled around him. Nice position though... wait, how had they gotten there? He didn't remember going to bed...

Anyway. He was up, dressed, and being a thorough goof in the living area. He was looking something up in the replicator files while singing to himself.]</sub>

You're beautiful... and you're mind is fucking beautiful... and I can't pretend that that doesn't mean a thing to me to meee...

[spohkh]

[Spock woke to... singing?
Fascinating... Jim had managed to get out of bed without the Vulcan knowing. Getting out of bed, Spock put on his robe... and complete with bed head, made his way out into the kitchen.
Quietly, he observed his T'hy'la singing a rather... interesting song. Jim had a very pleasing voice...

...he wondered how after over a year of service together, that he never heard his Captain singing.
No matter....

Spock walked forward and made himself known.]
Good morning Jim.

[Beware the bedheaded Vulcan.]

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<sub>[He only sang when he was drunk or very happy. And usually when he was alone but that was super lonely so not even then really. Bones shut him down most of the time, and when he was really drunk Spock wasn't around... and Uhura always gave him a competitive glare when he would start on the bridge.

He looked to his mate, smiling... and a bit embarrassed.]</sub>

Hey! Ah... did I wake you?

_{[That bedhead... phh he liked it. Seeing Spock even slightly disheveled was kind of a turn on. It was almost a demonstration of intimacy since Spock was strictly pristine before anyone else.]}

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[Spock regarded Jim with a half-smile...]

You did, however I must admit, that was a very agreeable way to wake up... you have a pleasing voice Ashaya. You must sing more often.

[Spock stepped up to Jim... holding his hand forward for a 'kiss'.]

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_{[He looked relieved and reached forward to return Spock's finger-kiss. He almost flinched at the spark that shot off. Would he ever get used to that? Damn. But it was nice... more than nice.]}

Really? Ah... right... Uhura sang for you a lot didn't she?

[spohkh]

Indeed... she often accompanied me on the Lyre... And while Nyota has a trained voice...

...I find that I prefer your own.
[With a final rub of the fingers and a contented noise... Spock put his hand back behind him and walked into the kitchen.]

Have you recovered from yesterday's activities?

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...Do you now?

_{[he sounded pleased, surprised even.]}

People used to say I should have done something with my voice, that it would take me the farthest of all my skills but I think that was just an underhanded way of saying I was never going to amount to anything.

_{[He followed Spock into the kitchen]}

Yeah, I feel much better. Thanks... I don't remember going to bed so... thanks for that too. _{[He knows you put him in there.]}

I was trying to find Plomeek on the replicator but no dice.

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[Spock tilted his head...]

Indeed? Well, they thought illogically. You have more than proven yourself to be able to accomplish anything you put your mind to.

[Spock sat down on a kitchen stool, a small blush playing on his face.]
I appreciate the consideration Jim... however, the program sequence for the replicator for Vulcan fare is... less than satisfactory. Therefore, I did not add it to the list.

[Translation: Some things were not meant to be replicated.]

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I didn't think I could make it work... and I didn't want to teach. I wanted an adventure. Singing is fun but it's not my dream exactly... and thanks.

You hungry? I haven't eaten yet.

_{[He could make something... or replicate it. And you both could sit at the bar... It was still so novel that they were together in this capacity. But he was loving every minute so far.]}

Well we'll have to go out then. I know an import store just for vulcan things. They have to have some. I want to try them out, see what I can make out of them.


...And we should see your father as soon as we can. _{[You know, like your mother said]}

[spohkh]

[Spock regarded Jim for a moment...

This feeling... it really was quite novel, and the Vulcan couldn't wait to explore it.
Love.... he loved this man very much.

Spock nodded his head.]

Yes... I will message father this afternoon, I am certain he will wish to see us immediately.

[Spock looked thoughtful for a moment. While he did 'get along' with his father since Vulcan's demise... it was still rather awkward talking with him. No matter...
Spock glanced up again at Jim...]
May I suggest fruit and pancakes?

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<sub>[Hey you were better off than he was. He had no idea how to handle a full blooded vulcan. It was guaranteed to be very silent and rather awkward and he'd be depending on Spock but they'd get through it. He didn't want to snub the Ambassador...

He nodded, getting up to approach the replicator and... then turned to give Spock a strange look]</sub>

Pancakes? You like pancakes? I... never would have pegged you as having a sweet tooth.

_{[Pancakes aren't really healthy either. Wasn't that illogical then?]}

[spohkh]

[Spock blushes a little...but otherwise looks stoic as ever as he answers.]

My mother made pancakes when my father was not around... I believe she labeled it as a 'treat'.

[And boy were they deserving of a treat right now. Plus, there was fruit, that was healthy.]

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_{[He paused... and chuckled. Spock didn't know when he was funny but he was more often than he probably ever intended.]}

I bet... alright. Replicator or... do you want me to make 'em? Wait, do we have eggs?

_{[He checked in the fridge, smiling when he saw they did. He grabbed some ingredients, clearly already committed to making them himself.]}

I got an idea. Sam and I used to make these all the time when Frank wasn't around.

[spohkh]

[Spock made himself comfortable on the stool and observed Jim move around the kitchen. It made him feel...

...quite good to see his T'hy'la make himself so at home here. Another wave of possessiveness came over Spock until he tilted his head in curiosity.]

Frank... may I inquire as to who Frank is?

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_{[He was so at home here it ought to be concerning. But he didn't worry about things like that. Quickly he was whisking some batter while the stove was heating up... then he had to search for a pan... and a spatula. Whoops, still a bit clumsy looking for where things were kept around here... Then he got to replicating some fruits. Blueberries, raspberries, cherries, pecans, macadamia nuts, and strawberries... and of course chocolate chips.]}

Oh man I used to love these. I'm a little rusty, I haven't cooked in years. Don't judge me ok? _{[he smirked]}

Frank was the rutty jackass my mom put us up with when she lost my father. He was a prince when she was home but when it was just the three of us?... _{[he shook his head]}

He never hit us.

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[Spock looked up sharply at Jim, his eyebrows creasing in suspicion and concern...]

You imply that he was verbally abusive...yes?

[That was atrocious. Such a thing didn't exist in Vulcan society, children were respect and held in...

...well... with the exception of him of course. But he was the half-breed.]

Did you not inform your mother of his repulsive behaviour?

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He was... he made it very clear Sam and I were absolutely worthless, me in particular. Any time I messed up anything it was hell to pay with him. He was so inconsistent in his responses. He'd break things or threaten us for the most part... _{[he didn't want to get on this subject honestly but Spock was allowed to know.]}

Mom didn't believe him. I tried to explain but he could... flip it on and off. When she or anyone he wanted to impress was around he was nice as could be. He'd spoil us when someone was watching.

But as soon as we were alone he was back to normal. One day Sam had enough and he just left... I thought Mom would understand then but she just got even worse.

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[Spock stood from the stool and stepped up close to his T'hy'la...
Hesitantly, he reached out his arms and pulled Jim into a hug. This is what humans did to comfort each other right? He would do this for Jim.]

Jim... I hope you did not believe his blatant lies.

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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?]

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_{[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?