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Light The Way (And I'll Follow) - by Lost_And_Insane
“If there’s anything I’ve done that has offended you-” Kirk started, but Spock quickly cut him off.

“It’s no such thing, captain.”

Kirk seemed a little taken aback at the abrupt interruption, and Spock was about to apologize before the captain spoke again, “Then would you mind explaining why you’re constantly trying to avoid me?”

Spock had been fine avoiding the subject all-together, but he recognized that in this case, avoiding it any longer would cause a decrease in ship functionality; the captain had, for some surely illogical reason, assumed that he was the cause for Spock’s sudden distance, and this belief had a 93.857 percent chance of lowering the captain’s confidence. The Enterprise and its crew depended on a confident leader.

The two stared each other down while Spock thought of a respectful way to explain the situation, but Kirk suddenly let out a sound of realization, asking, “It’s the mind meld, isn’t it?”

Hoping was illogical, but yet a small part of Spock had so illogically hoped that Kirk hadn’t realized their touch initiated a meld back on that class M planet. Not many Terrans knew of Vulcans’ touch-telepathy; it was unfortunate that Kirk wasn’t one of them.

Spock nodded once, explaining, “Mind melds are highly inappropriate—a serious breach of privacy, especially when started without full knowledge and consent by both parties involved. Although it had not been my intention to start one with you, I cannot deny one formed between us, even if just for a fraction of a second.”

“Spock.” Kirk sighed. “I already told you not to worry about it. You didn’t offend me and I’m not upset about it.”

Spock simply resumed his explanation, “To prevent one from forming again due to my inability to control them, I have deduced that distance is the only reliable solution.”

“I disagree with your logic,” Kirk said instantly.
st:tos  kirk/spock  new-in-town  whoops  mind-meld  bonded  rejection  beach 
24 days ago by runpunkrun
Perched in the Soul - by Betazoa (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang 2019)
The only reason Jim had followed Bones to sickbay without protest was that he’d seen the mad twinkle in Bones’ eyes and knew he was willing to drop the bombshell about Jim and Spock’s bond in front of all the bridge crew if Jim made so much as a peep of protest. Now he’s laying down with his shirt off and electrodes hooked up all over his torso, which doesn’t even make sense considering the bond is in his head.

“And what controls the rest of your body, Jim?” Bones tells him when he points this out. “That damn fool brain of yours, which you let the Vulcan hotwire himself into. So who knows how the hell the damn thing is running the show these days?” Bones taps irritably at the padd, and Jim can’t tell if it’s because he’s displeased with the readings, or if he’s just displeased that the readings are normal and he’s got nothing else to complain about. Either way, he’s been displeased ever since the whole thing began, and there’s no point in reminding him that Jim had been unconscious, on the brink of death, and hadn’t been in a position to allow or refuse Spock. It’s not worth having that conversation again.

“I feel fine,” Jim offers, though it’s more to irritate Bones than to provide useful information. Bones glares at him, and Jim muses on how that glare could melt all the ice on Andoria. “Really, Bones,” he adds genuinely. “No headaches, no memory loss, no telepathic bleedover; I haven’t felt any side effects.” He specifically isn’t mentioning the very interesting side effect he’d felt the other day with Spock in the briefing room. Bones doesn’t need to know Jim had accidentally kissed his First Officer in the Vulcan fashion.
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  stranded  mind-meld  whoops  bonded  publicsex 
4 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Touch of the Mind - by HanaSheralHaminail, ladymars (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang)
“While Vulcan food is technically edible to human, I am sure you will not find our food appetizing,” Spock told him as the other eyed his breakfast.

Jim snorted and rested his chin on his hand as he looked up at him from across the narrow mess hall table. “Y’know, you saying things like that just makes me want to try it out more.”

Jim was stubborn, so Spock relented easily and brought over a bowl of plomeek soup for him. His expression did not change as Jim experienced a whole range of emotions as he ate a spoonful of the soup.

“That tasted like hot, sticky seaweed juice,” Jim muttered as he poked at the bowl of green liquid with his spoon.

“I warned you that Vulcan food would not be appetizing to you,” Spock said as Jim took another spoonful despite the past and now present disgust in his face.

“It’s not that bad,” Jim insisted, though his strained demeanor said otherwise. Why the Captain was putting himself through this was beyond Spock’s scope of knowledge. He usually ate breakfast by himself in his ready room, stopping by the mess hall early and briefly to avoid the crowd and have a moment to himself before arriving at the bridge. The change in schedule did not make sense, but many things about the Captain did not make sense, thus Spock attributed Jim’s newfound curiosity for Vulcan cuisine to that.

Jim added several shakes of the saltshaker to his soup before taking the next bite, seeming more at ease this time. “We should eat breakfast together more often. Maybe you can try out Earth breakfast food. Try out scrambled eggs and bacon.”

“I would find that agreeable,” Spock said. It would be good to debrief before they arrived at the bridge, strategically sound. “But I do not eat meat.”

Jim grinned at the simple answer and nudged Spock’s shoe with his foot. “Tofu bacon then.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  flirting  oblivious  food  language  off-world  telepathy  mind-meld 
4 weeks ago by runpunkrun
A Second Chance - by ayesakara
He knows this feeling, knows that this emotion, this sense of guilt he feels is an inherent human trait. Yet another shortcoming attributed to the deficiencies in his impure, hybrid nature. For there is no word for guilt in modern Vulcan. If he were a full Vulcan, he would not be feeling guilt. Such an emotional response would be deemed illogical. If he were a full Vulcan, he would not have made such a grave error, so as to be deemed guilty in the first place. If he were a full Vulcan, his control would never have slipped. He would never have allowed the bond to be formed this way.

Yes, there are degrees of guilt and Spock's is the worst kind imaginable.

The incident on Antara showed him the one lone thing that could finally ease his pain. A link, a true warrior bond, with a friend, a brother, with someone who could be even more. But the bond was formed without his intended's permission. Given a choice, Spock does not think Jim would have opted for this situation. Captain Kirk enjoys the company of females. Spock knows that, the whole ship knows that. The number of times the captain has flirted with Nyota is testament to where his preferences lie. He could not have possibly chosen Spock of his own accord, no matter how deep their friendship, their loyalty, their regard for each other. Not him, the blue-eyed, golden boy of Starfleet.

In his weakened state, in his greed, his ardent, aching hunger for a touch, any touch, Spock allowed this bond to form. The fact that he feels... contentment, harmony, pleasure, happiness in Jim's presence, in opening up his mind to the bond, proves he is guilty. He does not deserve any of this. He has not earned the bond.
st:aos  kirk/spock  off-world  shore-leave  telepathy  mind-meld  whoops  bonded  rejection  depression  captive  trauma 
9 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Loveboat - by yeaka
As Spock approaches the tank, Dr. McCoy straightens up to look at him, and the merman completes his circle of the tank, turning to lock eyes on Spock’s.

For a split-second, Spock’s steps falter. He recovers hopefully faster than Dr. McCoy would catch, but the lapse still happened; the alien’s bright blue eyes seem to pierce right through Spock’s skull. His own gaze quickly takes in the handsome cut of the alien’s face, the plush, pink lips curled in a smile, the strong, ripe body arching out towards him, the powerful, graceful movement with which the other being swims to him. Spock doesn’t stop until his knees hit the console and he’s frozen only a few centimeters from the glass, the alien swimming just as close. Spock’s met many other aliens, of course—his current crew is a mishmash of Federation species—but there’s something about this one that strikes him as... particularly special.

Beside him, Dr. McCoy grumbles, “I still say this is a bad idea.” He’s referring, naturally, to the captain’s orders: Spock is to mind meld with the alien prince, all other communication attempts having proven inadequate. Now that they’ve shared their world and technology with the aliens’ representative, as requested, Spock is free to ask that they be allowed to explore the aliens’ home and open discussion for a possible Federation colony on their planet. Spock doesn’t bother to assure Dr. McCoy that he knows what he’s doing, because mind melds with new life forms are always risky—though he had a short meld with an emissary of this species on the planet—and it would be absurd to say that for some completely unfounded reason, he has the uncanny... intuition... that this time, it’ll all go smoothly.

Forced to have the wall between them, Spock presses his hand into the glass, fingers sliding into the Vulcan salute to aid a better mental flow. The alien, eyes unwaveringly trained on Spock’s face, does the same. His slightly-smaller hand aligns with Spock’s, fingers parting the same way, and somehow, Spock is sure this will work even through the barrier. Their connection has already started.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  merpeople  royalty  mind-meld 
april 2019 by runpunkrun
They Say Vulcans Can't Lie - by WeirdLittleStories
The Canumese man jumped, startled, but then relaxed. "You think at me," he thought carefully. "We share thoughts because words slow and clumsy."

"Yes," the Vulcan replied, thinking slowly and carefully and making sure each concept was completely clear before moving on to the next. "And also because you are holding Captain Kirk, and we wish to know how to get him released. We have been unable to translate your word 'bwilhok,' and we cannot comply with your conditions if we do not know what those conditions are."

"Bwilhok the time when we join with the one. This thinking at me that you do now, we can do this only during bwilhok. If someone will join to Kirk, to restrain his excess and shape him to the good, then we can make him free, for once shaped good, he will no longer offend."

Spock thought, "I wish to restate what you just said, to make sure that I understand you. Please correct me if my statement is inaccurate in any way."

"Understand. Good idea. Think at me."

"Captain Kirk is being held because you believe that he will do wrong if he is allowed freedom. To free him, you wish for him to be tutored by someone who will ensure that he will do only right."

"First part true. Second part ... if teaching would work, he would good now, for he old enough to have had much teaching. So need more than teaching, need mental restraint. Must join with him, to hold him to the right."

Spock processed this, aghast at the implications. "You wish someone to form a permanent mental bond with Kirk, to restrain his negative impulses."
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  language  prison  mind-meld  aliensmakethemdoit  bonded 
march 2019 by runpunkrun
Nen-vulunaya, or First Impressions - by andloawhatsit
“It is a truth universally acknowledged,” said Amanda Grayson, more or less to herself while she fastened Michael’s safety restraint, then turned to ensure Spock’s was fastened as well (it was, of course, he being fastidious), “that a seven-year-old child, in possession of a fine Vulcan heritage, must be in want of a fiancée.” In a matter of hours, Spock and T’Pring would formalize their betrothal, and the S'chn T'gai family — Amanda, Sarek, the teenaged Sybok, the infant Michael, and of course, the child Spock — was readying itself to pile into the aircar that would take them to their ancestral place of Koon-ut-kal-if-fee.

“Mother,” said Spock, “I know of no other species which bonds as Vulcans do — as I am about to do; therefore it is not a universal truth.” He had been the centre of attention all day, petted and brushed and outfitted in fine robes sewn from handwoven cloth, posed in the garden while his mother took pictures with her holo-imager, but the pleasure of such treatment could no longer hold back his growing apprehension. However illogically, he soothed this feeling by pestering his mother.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  spock&uhura  vulcan  sybok  michael  t'pring  mitchell  mind-meld 
march 2019 by runpunkrun
ykoriana: Anchor
Sometimes it’s like a blur of something out of the corner of my eye, and when I turn to face it it’s gone. Like earlier today, when I sat I the command chair and knew I’d sat there before and of course I did, but I mean before and that wasn’t me, that was him because I look down and I see a blue uniform shirt and Commander stripes, and that was just one of the countless times that Jim ignored regulations and beamed down to the planet sur -

I blink, and when I turn around it’s gone. I glance at Spock, because I can’t help glancing at Spock every time this happens, just to make sure we’re different people. And he’s watching me. Again. The first times, he withdrew when our eyes met, feigning some renewed interest on his consoles. Not anymore. He returns my gaze. He knows. Somehow.

Other days it’s a sort of waking dream somewhere between sleep and consciousness. I fall out of my body. I see another self through another’s eyes. I become that other Jim through the vestiges of many mind melds between them. Between us. And then my soul slams back into my body and I wake with a start, not of panic, only almost of surprise at feeling like myself again.
st:aos  gen  kirk  post-narada  mind-meld 
january 2019 by runpunkrun
Paper Tigers - by ThereBeWhalesHere
In the seats behind him, a host of stuffy cultural and military advisors trade final notes of caution, but Jim has heard quite enough notes of caution by now, after months preparing for the impending negotiation. He has been on the receiving end of his father’s serious scowl, his mother’s concerned, tight smile. He has sat through the royal advisors’ hours of etiquette training, and he swears he knows by now.

He knows that Vulcans can be unpredictable. They’re pure passion, pure will, pure fire, the once-enemy of everything Jim and his family holds dear, and any offence could make them rebuke an alliance with Earth forever. Given the machines of war Vulcans have at their disposal, the Terrans need this alliance, or at least this friendship. The shaky armistice of 30 years ago is no longer enough.

So Jim has been told to remain out of the way, to observe and not participate in the upcoming talks. He understands, for the most part. He’s still only 27, and he can be full of fire himself. Even bringing Jim along is a risk, according to his brother the crown prince.

Never mind that Jim is Earth’s second son, or that he has spent his whole life observing negotiations. Never mind that he thinks he might know how to handle a couple of hot-headed extraterrestrials after that run-in with the Tellarites last year. But when it comes down to it, his parents are king and queen of the most influential planet in the quadrant, and even Jim has to listen to them sometimes. Besides, they want this to be his first step into a new role: Earth’s first official ambassador to Vulcan since the end of their war 30 years ago.

Provided this all goes well.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  vulcan  pre-reform  royalty  war  publicsex  negotiation  reunion  mind-meld  bonded  death  rejection  captive  sybok 
december 2018 by runpunkrun
The Still Point of the Turning World - by TAFKAB
Leonard let himself into his quarters, resting his hand against the doorjamb. A wave of agony crested in his temple and he clutched desperately at the wall, ignoring the soft ding of the door reminding him to clear the way so it could close.

“Captain.” His Chief Medical Officer stood within, absolutely neat and tidy despite the turbulence of the battle. Spock held the flat black case that concealed his field medikit, his back straight and his expression composed. “I anticipated your need for assistance, sir.”

Pain concentrated itself into a white spike behind McCoy’s eyes. Everything he looked at blurred and doubled, and the faint, aseptic scent of carpet shampoo rising from the heavy-duty industrial rug beneath his feet made his stomach churn.

He shut his eyes and Spock’s hands caught him, warm points of focus that grounded him inside a body whose head wanted to go supernova.

“How many grains?” Spock’s voice penetrated as though from a distance.

“Three this time,” he said, voice hoarse in his own ears. “I kept trying to find a way for Rizzo.”
st:aos  au  spock/mccoy  kirk/mccoy  kirk/spock/mccoy  rolereversal  war  miscsuperpowers  fuckordie  bodies  stranded  off-world  cold  mind-meld  threesome 
november 2018 by runpunkrun
Broken Walls - by LuchaDoRa
Oh no, Spock thought. This was for him. This wasn't a fleeting curiosity, an action of science. It was Jim that Spock wanted to pound hard into the mattress. His moans that were turning him on so much. The ignorance of his emotions towards his Captain over the two years serving under him - pardon the unintentional pun - had left him with very little self control now. This was very problematic indeed.

Spock's better logic began starting up in his brain again, overpowering his need despite it throbbing viciously between his legs. He still held tightly to the sheets with his body tense, afraid to move. Jim's moans were becoming difficult to drown out. He was on the verge, and Spock couldn't listen to it without wanting to tear apart the wall bit by bit till he could-

Spock got up quickly and went to the bathroom. He swiftly turned on the shower to a cold setting that was borderline dangerous for his internal temperature. The water seared his back as he let it flow over him, allowing the pattering sound to fill his ears and mask over Jim's voice.
st:aos  kirk/spock  dreams  masturbation  voyeurism/exhibitionism  oblivious  mind-meld 
october 2018 by runpunkrun
We Are Gonna Be Friends - by zjofierose
The shade from the enormous tree stretched for yards around the base of the trunk where it stood at the edge of the meadow, toes of the roots reaching into mud of a small creek that meandered along the edges of the new property. Spock shivered lightly as he stepped into the shadow of the massive being; the sun baked down on the fields, and he enjoyed the heat rising from the soil. His hand stretched out involuntarily as he approached the great trunk, fingers delicately stroking the light grey bark.

Populus deltoides, subspecies deltoides, of the Family Salicaceae. His fingers traced the surface reverently, pushing lightly, following the dusty whorls of peeling bark, the knobby twigs of the lowest branches. If he were human, he would have sighed in pleasure.

Grasping a leaf firmly in his two small hands, he pulled it backward against the joint, freeing it with a gentle pop. Leaf procured, he settled down in the long grass, scrolling through the programs on his padd until he came to the drawing app. The leaf was large, triangular, and toothed. Flat stem, dark green in color. Clutching his stylus in his fist, he began to draw.

Spock gasped suddenly awake, startled straight up from his unplanned nap by a large thump and the sound of branches whipping back and forth. His opened eyes were met head on by the straightforward blue gaze of a stranger, dirty faced and shirtless, browned from the sun and bedecked with leaves. He could feel himself gape in unabashed surprise.

The other boy tipped his head just so, blinked once, and then began to smile. He was missing two of his front teeth, and a rather spectacular smear of mud was crusting from the end of an eyebrow to the tip of his nose, but these imperfections in no way lessened the impact of that brilliant grin. He stuck out a grubby hand.
st:aos  kirk/spock  meet-as-kids  iowa  school  mind-meld 
september 2018 by runpunkrun
Something Smart to Do
kianspo - Kirk/Spock, M --- 21,322

In which Jim finds himself fake-married to his first officer every other month. It's not his fault. Mostly. Dowries and Klingons are involved. Starfleet is decidedly not amused.
ao3  star-trek  st:xi  kirk/spock  *m  w.e::20-40k  ;★★★  ;♥  five-things  fake-dating  marriage  mind-meld 
september 2018 by we.are.golden
Not This Time - by SineadRivka
“You’re George and Winona’s son all right,” Amanda chuckled, having soothed the newborn into slumber. Her fingers did not still against the little head until an orderly hurried over with a bottle in a warmer for Amanda.

“Oh. Damn. Sorry, hold a second please.” He pulled up his messages, shooting off a quick message to his mother. He got a video request half a minute later, just after sending Spock the list of humans and Vulcans who were best suited for helping with the children.

Winona’s tear-streaked face dominated the screen, and Jim smiled wearily at her. “Hey, Ma.”

“James Tiberius, I wish you were still small enough that I could bend you over a knee and spank you.”

“I love you.”

She sighed, head falling forward before she hissed, “I was worried about you.”

“To be fair, I didn’t have enough time to message you until now. I’m still in the middle of things.”

“Quite literally,” Amanda chuckled.

Winona’s face froze in recognition of that voice, and Jim smiled, feeling entirely exhausted as he tipped the screen up a little to show the Ambassador and his wife sitting on a low bench above his head. “Look who found me.”

“Winona, your son is too much like you.” Amanda waved the transmission away. “James, show her why you are literally in the middle of things.”

“You’re trouble,” he laughed, showing off the pile of awake and interested toddlers. “Hey kiddos, say hi to Commander Kirk. She’s my ko-mekh, and she’s the joint chief engineer on another starship.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  rolereversal  post-narada  adoption  drunk  sleeping/together  mind-meld 
august 2018 by runpunkrun
Thy Soul, Alight In The Dark - by Aerlalaith
Uhura pulled up another map, this one with a section outlined in red. “Here are the areas that were sealed.”

Jim glanced at the map. “That’s exactly where we’re standing,” he said, with a sort of forced calm he did not feel.

McCoy’s mouth pulled into a very displeased expression. “I don’t like the sound of any kind of containment being breached.”

“I don’t think anyone likes the sound of some kind of containment being breached.” Jim looked at both of them. “I didn’t walk through any kind of noticeable lockdown on my way through here, either. And unless we took different routes, I think that goes for all of us.”

“No,” Uhura agreed. She closed up her data pad. “That’s the last entry,” she added, “but that doesn’t explain why everyone evacuated even after the area was sealed off.”

“It might not have been to contain it,” said Jim. He rubbed his mouth thoughtfully, beginning to pace. “It might’ve just been to slow it down. If it was going to be bad no matter what, that’s what I would’ve done.”

“It?” McCoy demanded. “What’s it? Why are we assuming there’s an ‘it’ now?”

“Isn’t that standard procedure?” Uhura asked dryly.

“Jim, this is serious. Something made the Vulcans leap off this perfectly good ship like it was on fire—”

“I don’t know, if there was an explosion it might have actually been on fire.”

“Don’t be an ass. You know what I mean. Whatever made them leave, they were so sure they couldn’t do anything about it but run, they left this whole ship—and this fellow, whoever the hell he is—to rot. Now, that makes me think some kind of disease. Something viral or, hell, they were doing something with plants, weren’t they? Could’ve been microbial for all we know.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  space  pirates  mind-meld  shore-leave  reunion 
august 2018 by runpunkrun
Catching Light - by AuthorGod
“Bones, he’s been like this for a day, something’s wrong.”

The captain’s voice filters like an echo into Spock’s mind, but he is locked away, his body healing, and he can not respond.

“Stop being so damned impatient, let him rest! The only thing here that’s wrong is I’ve got a captain coming off massive blood loss and surgery, and instead of sleeping it off in his own biobed, he’s over here terrorizing unconscious Vulcans!” Then more gently, “Look at these sensors here, he’s getting better by the minute. He’ll be back to his stubborn as nails, logical self in a few hours.”

“He shouldn’t have done that.”

“If I have to listen to any more of your bellyaching I’m gonna-- He’s the reason you’re even alive right now! You really think he could just stand by and watch you die if he could help it? Or, better yet, if the roles were reversed, you mean to tell me you wouldn’t tear heaven apart if it meant saving his life?”

A sigh. A quick brush of warmth over the top of his hand. “One trip through his head and you turn Judas on me.”

“See now, that would imply that I’m usually on your side, but I hate both of you equally. You know how hard it is keeping you two alive? And I’m still nauseous from that damnable mind meld.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  mind-meld  infirmary  angry  firsttimes 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
First Contact - by triedunture
Jim was just about to suggest a game of cards when the aliens came.

They arrived unannounced in a shower of sparks about two yards away from the porch steps. Jim's dad was on his feet in an instant, his hand gripping Jim's elbow tight. For some reason, Jim's first thought was that this was some kind of dust storm, maybe a lightning strike. Lightning worked in funny ways, he knew. But no, the light died away and left three shapes standing there in long dark robes. It wasn't a trick of the light.

Winona Kirk's cigarette sputtered in the grass, where it was dropped from her nerveless fingers. Jim watched it for a moment before shifting his attention back to the three figures standing on their lawn.

The tallest stepped forward. His hair was a shiny black helmet and his face looked like cold marble and his ears were an elves', all pointed at the high tips. "I greet you—" he said, or tried to.

"George, get Jim inside. Go, now," Jim's mom said quickly.

The stranger continued, heedless. "There is no need to be frightened."

"Too late," Jim's dad rumbled, his voice an earthquake against Jim's back. "What are you?"

"I am Sarek of Vulcan, ambassador to your planet." He bowed his regal head. "We have been preparing for this moment for quite some time, Mr. and Mrs. Kirk. This is the day we reveal ourselves to you."
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  iowa  firstcontact  meet-as-kids  whoops  bonded  pirates  bodymod  reunion  angry  mind-meld  <3 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
Definitions - by WerewolvesAreReal
He wants to experiment with the bond, now that he fully recognizes its existence; but he also acknowledges that Spock will surely become aware of any attempts. He will probably not approve or be comfortable with the tampering. But he does pay close attention to the interactions between himself and his first officer, and what he finds is a little surprising.

He wonders how he never noticed it before, the way he catches himself thinking, almost randomly, “Spock is tired. I should make him rest.” Or, “Spock is awake. Let's see if he's up for a game of chess.” Or even, more eerily, “I need to get this to Spock – he's in the science labs right now.”

Strangely, no one else seems confused when he makes the mistake of voicing his assumptions aloud. Perhaps he's the only one who never noticed, then, because everyone around him seems to take his matter-of-fact knowledge as something natural.

Sometimes, more rarely, he thinks he can see why people call Spock cold. There are odd moments where he looks at Spock and the outside does not match the bond.
st:tos  kirk/spock  bonded  telepathy  mind-meld  friends-to-lovers 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
Companion - by Elliewood (Congruence #2)
"Jim. I'm here. Spock is here. We want you to open your eyes, let us know you're okay."

Something socked me in the chest when I saw it, a fractional lowering of his brows, a tiny frown. I petted that frown encouragingly, smoothing the skin with my thumb.

"That's it, come on, wake up. Look at me."

The frown deepened as his eyes opened, not a lot, but enough that I could see a glint. His mouth moved, his voice wispy and unsteady but distinct.


I felt my face break into a huge-ass grin.

"Yeah, kid, yeah it's me."

His eyes shifted toward the other side of the bed. "Poh...?"

"I am here as well, Captain." Spock tried to sound cool, but his voice hitched slightly on the "well." My cheeks were cramping from smiling so hard.

"Kay." And just like that, he was out again, his eyelids closing as the frown relaxed.

"He knew us." I thought I would bust a gut from sheer joy. "He knew us, he knew who we were."


"Sweet baby Jesus," I breathed, and I let my head drop to rest on his shoulder, my hand still clinging to his hair. A moment later, I heard Spock come around the bed to stand next to me. I didn't trust myself to look up.

I felt a firm but gentle squeeze, his hand on my shoulder, and I kind of lost it again, so I pushed my eyes against Jim's gown for a few minutes until I could stand up to update his chart.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  stid  earthside  infirmary  bonded  h/c  recovery  breakup  infidelity  hotel/motel  roommates  mind-meld  taking-it-slow 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
Speech Bubbles - by ninety6tears
Spock was sitting alone, his back to the sick bay entrance, when Kirk came marching in and made a quick line to Bones. The doctor was sitting at a console close to the entrance. As soon as McCoy saw Jim, he interrupted the captain's first thought: "Go try to talk to him."

"I need to—"

"You need to get him to open his mouth; he's refusing to talk, and I've got to know if it's improving or not."

Kirk broke away with a sigh, carefully slowing in his manners as he approached the Vulcan sitting in the middle of sick bay. Spock made the slightest acknowledging motion as he came around to talk to him.

"Hey, Spock," Jim greeted, his voice low and tiredly casual. "You holding up? Bones says you aren't talking."

"I—" Spock seemed to clear his throat. "Despite my agrimonia for proving our medical officer—tremulous—misconst—"

Jim's reaction made him trail off with a piercing, reading look. Jim simply replied with a sympathetically subtle shake of his head. It would almost be funny, if it wasn't Spock. There was a strong tinge of powerlessness invading his usual collected airs, and it just felt unnerving.

Spock steeled his shoulders and stared straight forward. After a moment of taking a few deep breaths he started reciting, "Angle of gazelle is calculated with the tangent of angle p—" It was too easy to see his misspeaking in Jim's reaction; Spock fell silent, and his face just slightly twisted into a frustration that undoubtedly indicated extreme anxiety, possibly fear.
st:aos  kirk&spock  gen  sick  language  shore-leave  hotel/motel  mind-meld  sleeping/together 
march 2018 by runpunkrun

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