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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[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.]

[done_in_3]

[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.]}

[spohkh]

[Spock inclined his head... appreciating Jim's touch...

...but also not reciprocating. They were going into the Vulcan's den so to speak. He had to remember to act like a Vulcan.
Spock and Jim didn't take long in getting ready to meet Sarek... illogically Spock wish it would have taken longer...

...but prolonging it would only make it worse in the end.
The Vulcan once again drove them out into the San Francisco traffic and navigated them into a part of the city that was rather...

...ritzy. The groves that surrounded the streets were well kept and the houses were stunning. The Embassy was at the end of the street, a simple yet beautiful one story building made of stone and marble...
...a set of gates prevented them from entering the property, but Spock and Jim didn't have to wait very long before security recognized who they were and let them in. A long, winding drive-way brought them up to the building...]

[demon_prosecutor]

This place is like Beverly Hills... You think your dad finds it all superfluous?

_{[he smirked slightly... but the gesture faded as he noted how tense Spock was. As the car stopped, he reached a hand over, just touching Spock's thumb]}

Hey... are you ok?

_{[someone was headed outside to greet them, apparently aware they had an appointment with the Ambassador.]}

[spohkh]

Okay is a relative term Jim...
[Spock closed his eyes... now was not the time to be so 'Vulcan' with his intended. He looked over at Jim with apology in his eyes.]

I am... fine. You are here after all.
[A very small smile... and then Spock was out of the car... lifting his hand in a Ta'al.]

Greetings...
[The stranger Vulcan inclined his head, and gestured inside the building.]

S'chn T'gai Spock 'cha Sarek...you are expected, please follow me.

[demon_prosecutor]

<sub>[He gathered that this wasn't an easy time for Spock... he seemed uncomfortable. Did he and his dad have issues? It would make sense... he'd just be a polite wall flower and stay out of trouble. Mm'k? Wait... what did he call Spock?

They were led inside the building, simply decorated but nonetheless gorgeous. Clearly played down as much as possible, the building was a palace. Floor to cieling windows, marble and ivory floors, columns, polished mirrors and framed works of vulcan art and various photographs from historic events between Vulcan and Earth that happened through this very embassy. Jim felt the gravity of the place and almost at once felt his love's desire to be gone from the place.

But they were brought back to an office past double doors. It was large, simply furnished but again... luxurious as hell. The man at the desk didn't look up but Jim knew him already. Ambassador Sarek.]</sub>

Ambassador...

Send them in, that is all. _{[Sarek was writing something, didn't look up. The assistant left at that, leaving the two men in the office with the vulcan. In thirty three seconds his pen was put down and he assessed the two men.]}



... Have a seat. _{[he gestured to the plush chairs before his desk]} It is fortuitous you were able to come so soon.

_{[No thanks or 'hi son' or anything. Jim said nothing, just did as he was told.]}

[spohkh]

[This is what being a Vulcan was... now can you see how 'different' Spock is around you Jim?
Spock inclined his head at his father's offer, and sat down. There was no emotions playing on his face... nothing in his eyes as he regarded the man behind the desk.

Of course it was always awkward to face the one who had kicked you out of the family for following your dreams... Yeah.

But, Spock wasn't about to beat around the bush, and small-talk was illogical. Since Sarek was the one that had called them here... he would wait for his father to speak.

He could only hope that Jim understood what was happening... this wasn't a slight to him, merely Vulcan ways.]

[demon_prosecutor]

_{[He really loves you, son. Honest. Underneath all the not-having-feelings. He didn't have time to waste, being the voice of a very needy and very vulnerable planet. He'd cleared his schedule for this boys... not that you'd ever be told that. Anyway...]}

Captain Kirk... I am aware you and Spock are engaged in a romantic partnership.



_{[Jim nodded, sitting up straight and he was obedient! See Spock? He could when he had to...]}

Yes, sir.

I am aware my son considers you his T'hy'la. Do you understand the magnitude of that term?

I think so.

You do not. _{[Jim blinked, not sure if he should be offended but Sarek was busy continuing so he just listened.]} You have not been exposed to it in the traditional fashion. _{[though a meld...]}



Which is to your benefit. I called for you to impress upon you both the risks of a bond between a vulcan and a human. This is a unique experience that... now only I... can communicate to you.

_{[Just for a second, no, half of a second... his eyes looked sad. Oh Amanda...]}

[spohkh]

[Spock tilted his head curiously...
Father had changed since the death of his mother... Sarek's mate. If Sarek was offering assistance, it was only logical to accept.]

Indeed? I was unaware of any serious risks... I had believed that you..

...that you and mother were successful and unharmed. [Spock was mildly ashamed for the trip-up, but he collected himself.
Also, what were these risks? Why hadn't he heard anything until now? Wasn't this relevant information that should have been given to him long ago?

Ka'adith... what is, is, and it was illogical to dwell on it.]

When they bond, 'burning bush' from Prince of Egypt soundtrack is the song to listen to

[demon_prosecutor]

_{[He looked to Spock as he commented, face showing nothing, not even judgment.]}

We were ultimately successful and unharmed, Spock. _{[He considered Jim, who in turn was inwardly squirming. Why was the ambassador looking at him like a lab specimen?][He took a long hard look at Jim then and the captain again was trying hard not to squirm and instead look stoic. He managed to stay professional but... this man's gaze was unnerving. It was like the fleet admiral... times eighty.]}



The human brain did not evolve telepathic or otherwise psychic abilities. Yet it is remarkable in that it can support those abilities in the presence of another psychic mind acting as an anchor. This causes little issue when a simple short mind meld is conducted between a vulcan mind and that of another species. However the permanency of a bond places great stress on the non-psychic party. The human brain must adapt to survive a vulcan bond... and it has shown to adapt at remarkable speeds to accommodate a new ability such as the telepathy introduced into a bond.

_{[Jim nodded, following. Sarek raised a slight eyebrow at that. He knew you were listening, human. No need to visually underline it. Nevertheless...]}

However this transition takes time and the effects of a mating bond on an unprepared human brain are devastating. <sub>[He remembered his wife, curled up in bed mentally exhausted, struggling to finish a simple report or even a sentence.]

[Jim took Sarek's moment of silence as a cue he could speak.]</sub>



...Well they obviously weren't impossible... your wife managed to overcome them. _{[He had a faint smile on his lips. See? Hope! He'd be fine!... except his smile almost instantly evaporated under Sarek's unimpressed facade.]}



My late wife was submitted to every psychologist and neurologist we had at our disposal after we were bonded. Her symptoms made her daily life impossible. Her short term memory, logical reasoning, ability to maintain focus, perform menial calculations, and comprehend both written and spoken language were deeply impaired.

But she got through it... _{[Jim sounded as if he was trying to convince Sarek who merely continued as though Jim hadn't said anything.]}

Various tests showed Amanda's mind was under substantial stress. Her mind, unequipped with an outlet for telepathic exchange was forced to develop one under much duress. The strain of our existing bond was inciting this reaction but in turn her mind had very little energy to devote to anything beyond involuntary bodily functions._{[he remembered how he regretted bonding with her, feeling as though he had taken a crystal, perfect and unique in it's complexity... and crushed it between his hands.]}

How did she get over it? _{[Jim found some confidence, knowing this story had a happy ending]}

I was prepared to end the bond for her mental well being... it was only at her insistence... that I hesitated in that action. _{[She had demanded through their bond that he give her time. She refused any notion that they part, and Sarek would never admit that he was looking for any excuse to stay bonded to her.]} In time she grew stronger, her mental stamina slowly overcame the immense demands of our bond and she was able to resume her normal duties.



So... it was a happy ending. <sub>[Jim managed a tiny smile. See? No biggie. It would be hard, but they'd make it.]

[Sarek seemed as though he wasn't finished.]</sub>

It took my wife nearly one terran year to come to such a point. Her mind was stronger than it had ever been previously but I admit her development during that time was a great cause for concern. She wasn't expected to complete the developmental stages necessary to host her half of our bond. If you and my son indeed are T'hy'la than it is likely that your symptoms will be exaggerated compared to those Spock's mother exhibited, James Kirk... T'hy'la bonds that were documented on our homeworld were described as exponentially more powerful than the typical bonds between intended mates. Even so, Spock's mind is developed to accommodate that. Any hardship regarding the intensity of the bond will be easily overcome.

You think I won't be able to work my way up to handling this? Is there something I can do? Some kind of exercise?



I had considered that as well when my wife was enduring her... transition. I found that nothing could strengthen her mind from the outside... When... a mind meld is conducted, the physical connection of one's hand to the psy points of another's mind works as a psychic anchor. _{[Spock already knows this, it's just schooling for you, Jim.]} That allows a meld between vulcans and non-telepaths to conclude successfully, the entire psychic burden is taken on by the telepathic party. I was able to relieve my wife's symptoms if only temporarily in this manner.

As long as you were touching you didn't have problems...

Yes. But it did nothing to aid increasing her telepathic acuity.

Well it gave her a break, that had to help, right?

She offered mixed responses on its effects. However, my point is to impress that the nature of a bond is hosing a telepathic connection without the aid of physical touch. T'hy'la bonds demand much more telepathic stamina. It may be possible that you are unable to sustain such a bond for any length of time even with Spock's help. It is also possible... in the worst possible outcome, that the exponential power of the T'hy'la bond simply demands more mental capacity than a human brain can give...

_{[Meaning maybe t'hy'la bonds are for vulcans and not humans though he does look a bit sad to say that...]}



You mean it would... kill me? _{[If the bond took more energy than he had and he couldn't power his own body, he didn't have the brain power to make himself breath, or bet his heart, or stay out of a coma...]}

In the worst possible scenario.

But if we're destined... and that's what that word means, Spock told me. If we're meant for each other then wouldn't I be able to handle it? Shouldn't I be?



Perhaps... there has only been one other case for you to consider. This story is not intended to inspire paranoia. I mean to inform you of what you are about to embark on...

_{[He looked to his son, wondering what his reaction to all this was.]}

Definitely. XD

[spohkh]

[Spock didn't move... didn't make a sound as his father and Jim conversed. The Vulcan took in every piece of information and decided that he absolutely did not like the risks involved.

This could kill Jim.

Spock's mind was on overdrive as he though of every possible scenario, every argument he could put forward to make Jim think that bonding was a bad idea and should therefore forego it.
Spock had long ago decided that he would live with Jim in any capacity... if that mean no mental bond, so be it.

However, this was not something he could decide on his own, he knew this... Jim had the decision in the end. But... Spock could always refuse...

...no, he couldn't. It was illogical to lie to one's self. The Vulcan nearly sighed out loud as he became aware of the 'rock and hard place' he was stuck between. No matter what, this was going to be bad for Jim. He loved Jim... and the thought of him being hurt was absolutely repulsive... And ultimately, to think that he, Spock, was the one hurting Jim was...
...abhorrent... On the other hand, to refuse Jim this bond would be hurting him as well.

Spock came out of his thoughts as his father turned to him...]

I admit that knowledge of the possible risks in bonding with Jim makes me....

...hesitate. However, as repulsive as hurting Jim might be...I cannot make the decision for both of us.
[Spock looks over to his T'hy'la...]

I cannot promise to keep you safe Ashaya... it is you that must make this decision for both of us. However, I will remind you... that no matter what you decide I will be here...
...no matter the capacity.

[engineering_made_easy]

<sub>[Sarek was quiet as his son addressed his intended. Indeed the use of an ancient term of endearment was all the ambassador needed to hear. He understood the level of devotion Spock possessed for James Kirk... and he could sympathize, whether Spock knew that or not.



Jim looked Spock in the eye, listening...he paused, looking to Sarek.]</sub>

May I ask something about your wife?

_{[The ambassador paused but nodded]}



After all she went through to maintain the bond... did she ever say if she thought it was worth it?



_{[Sarek seemed to think deeply at this, perhaps another memory of his wife sprang forward... but he spoke calmly]}

She had no regrets about it. In fact she confessed to me later in our marriage that she believed leaving the bond would have been her biggest regret.



..._{[Jim nodded]} Thank you... I think that's all I can do now. _{[He looked to Spock]} You and I both need to really think about this...

<sub>[Jim Kirk? Planning? Being all calculated and shit? Noooo.



Sarek seemed to concur, nodding once and standing from his seat.]</sub>

I believe that is the wisest course of action... Will you inform me of the final decision?

_{[Oh estranged son who he really did love deep down. His only piece of Amanda left...]}