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As The Moon
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He should know. Undeniably, irrefutably, down to his very bones, he should know. After all, he's been in the guy's head, for Christ sakes.
But. He's never said it. Not once. And even though he's Captain Awesomepants, and the whole universe is his playground – those psychologists have something right. Cause after a couple decades of being told that no matter who your daddy is, you aren't going to be anything but a little shit, it kind of wears on your self-esteem.
Read: Jim doesn't have any. Oh, sure, he's great at bluffing it, at presenting a cocky attitude to anyone who cares to look in his direction. But inside? A squishy center of insecurity wrapped in dozens of layers of Awesomeness.
He does have a reputation, after all. He had to earn it someway. So, okay, he's not completely insecure – but when it comes to matters of feelings, and how people feel about him? As in, do they like him for him, or are they just here to get some of his star-power to rub off on them? Or, are they going to stick around for any length of time if they're not? He knows what his faults are, his glaring imperfections even though the press likes to pretend there aren't any.
He knows no one in their right mind would want to stick with him for very long, and deal with all this baggage he brings along. Especially not a Vulcan – the most logical race in the whole universe! And if Spock doesn't say it, that means he doesn't feel it – that whole not-lying thing means he can't otherwise – and that just opens the whole can of worms.
And it doesn't help when Jim looks at Nyota – so beautiful everyone in the Academy was trying to get in her short skirt for years, so smart she's the only one even remotely qualified to do the job she does. And that's just the beginning of her long list of qualifications. And what happened? It wasn't enough. Spock broke up with her, let her go, when no one in their right mind would leave someone that perfect.
And if she didn't have a chance, how could Jim possibly have one?
As if that wasn't enough, there's Bones. Constantly talking about how the hobgoblin doesn't have any emotions, can't feel anything, ever, so why is Jim kidding himself with this charade of a relationship? While Jim's capable of pushing off Bones' pestering a couple times, after a while it starts to chip away at his certainty. Especially when Bones' opinions so closely mirror Jim's own.
He buries his head in the pillow, trying to shut out the thoughts but knowing they're not going to disappear. He's stupid, stupid, stupid and he knows it. Their relationship is going perfectly, he's more in love than he has any right to be – he's been in the man's head, for god's sake, he knows how Spock feels about him.
It's only a matter of time before Jim fucks up this perfect thing they have going. And knowing himself – it's going to be sooner, rather than later.
The soft sound of fabric shifting in the bed alerts him that he's not alone. Being obstinate – but not quite wanting to admit why – he turns his head to the side, refusing to look at Spock.
The Vulcan hovers over Jim's prone form, the heat from his body welcome and comforting and achingly familiar. Jim can feel soft, sensitive fingers brush against his temple, then they disappear.
"Your thoughts and emotions are in turmoil. What has occurred, Jim?"
Stupid Vulcans and their stupid touch telepathy. It lets them cheat far too often.
He's never been one to run from an issue – even if it has a chance of destroying the best thing that's ever happened to him. He sighs, gathering himself.
"Do you love me?"
There. He said it.
Silence from Spock, as warm fingers thread their way through Jim's hair. And then Jim can feel a gentle kiss pressed against his temple, as his eyes mist over. He is not a baby – he will not cry, no way no how.
"As the moon cares for the ocean. There are no words, T'hy'la, for this emotion I feel for you. And it grows, each and every day."
Then, the tears flow. And he's not being a baby – he's a man, in love.
As The Moon
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He should know. Undeniably, irrefutably, down to his very bones, he should know. After all, he's been in the guy's head, for Christ sakes.
But. He's never said it. Not once. And even though he's Captain Awesomepants, and the whole universe is his playground – those psychologists have something right. Cause after a couple decades of being told that no matter who your daddy is, you aren't going to be anything but a little shit, it kind of wears on your self-esteem.
Read: Jim doesn't have any. Oh, sure, he's great at bluffing it, at presenting a cocky attitude to anyone who cares to look in his direction. But inside? A squishy center of insecurity wrapped in dozens of layers of Awesomeness.
He does have a reputation, after all. He had to earn it someway. So, okay, he's not completely insecure – but when it comes to matters of feelings, and how people feel about him? As in, do they like him for him, or are they just here to get some of his star-power to rub off on them? Or, are they going to stick around for any length of time if they're not? He knows what his faults are, his glaring imperfections even though the press likes to pretend there aren't any.
He knows no one in their right mind would want to stick with him for very long, and deal with all this baggage he brings along. Especially not a Vulcan – the most logical race in the whole universe! And if Spock doesn't say it, that means he doesn't feel it – that whole not-lying thing means he can't otherwise – and that just opens the whole can of worms.
And it doesn't help when Jim looks at Nyota – so beautiful everyone in the Academy was trying to get in her short skirt for years, so smart she's the only one even remotely qualified to do the job she does. And that's just the beginning of her long list of qualifications. And what happened? It wasn't enough. Spock broke up with her, let her go, when no one in their right mind would leave someone that perfect.
And if she didn't have a chance, how could Jim possibly have one?
As if that wasn't enough, there's Bones. Constantly talking about how the hobgoblin doesn't have any emotions, can't feel anything, ever, so why is Jim kidding himself with this charade of a relationship? While Jim's capable of pushing off Bones' pestering a couple times, after a while it starts to chip away at his certainty. Especially when Bones' opinions so closely mirror Jim's own.
He buries his head in the pillow, trying to shut out the thoughts but knowing they're not going to disappear. He's stupid, stupid, stupid and he knows it. Their relationship is going perfectly, he's more in love than he has any right to be – he's been in the man's head, for god's sake, he knows how Spock feels about him.
It's only a matter of time before Jim fucks up this perfect thing they have going. And knowing himself – it's going to be sooner, rather than later.
The soft sound of fabric shifting in the bed alerts him that he's not alone. Being obstinate – but not quite wanting to admit why – he turns his head to the side, refusing to look at Spock.
The Vulcan hovers over Jim's prone form, the heat from his body welcome and comforting and achingly familiar. Jim can feel soft, sensitive fingers brush against his temple, then they disappear.
"Your thoughts and emotions are in turmoil. What has occurred, Jim?"
Stupid Vulcans and their stupid touch telepathy. It lets them cheat far too often.
He's never been one to run from an issue – even if it has a chance of destroying the best thing that's ever happened to him. He sighs, gathering himself.
"Do you love me?"
There. He said it.
Silence from Spock, as warm fingers thread their way through Jim's hair. And then Jim can feel a gentle kiss pressed against his temple, as his eyes mist over. He is not a baby – he will not cry, no way no how.
"As the moon cares for the ocean. There are no words, T'hy'la, for this emotion I feel for you. And it grows, each and every day."
Then, the tears flow. And he's not being a baby – he's a man, in love.
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Do you love me?
Jim flopped down onto the bed out of pure exhaustion. Luckily he had changed out of his Captain's uniform before hand. The whole week he had been assigned to a tough mission that left him with minimal hours of sleep, so the first thing he wanted to do
was just rest.
He snuggled his face in the blue pillow that was in his bed. There was a larger gold one behind the blue one, but he didn't care about that one. The blue one smelled just like Spock, the man he loved.
Speaking of Spock, he felt a warm heat pushing at his side before he cracked his eyes open tiredly. The Vulcan was joining him on the bed silently, probably hoping not to wak
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ST - Bear
"
Happy birthday Spock," Brown eyes blinked up at their mother's cool smile, her soft pale eyes, her nervousness. She crouched to become eye-level with her young son, who simply tipped his head. "It's your birthday, you know that right?"
"It is the sixth anniversary of the day of my birth, yes, I am aware mother." Why did she chuckle? He tipped his head the other way, though his attention briefly deferred to the hair drifting into his vision. "I believe I need a hair cut, mother." She laughed again and he turned his eyes back to her. She was smiling, and he wanted to smile too, but Father would frown at that. He watched one of her hands
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Spock's Injuries
Kirk was so destroyed when he found Spock laying on one of the medical beds in the Sickbay.
Even if McCoy had ranted on and on and on about 'The damn pointy-eared bastard is going to be perfectly fine Jim.' And 'Damn green-blooded hobgoblin's gonna live. Someone shoot me.'
He still couldn't control the hate and the pain that shot threw his heart, because he knew that he could have been there with Spock. Down on that stupid planet where the stupid natives attacked him.
He felt so stupid and heartless. Even so, he chuckled when he figured that Spock would be ranting on about how 'It's illogical that you would feel any feelings about my inju
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