Tumblr Prompt: Imagine Jim's "honey do" list for Spock.
The door swished open, the bright glow from the hallway immediately invading the once dark room as two shrouded figures similar in height stood shoulder to shoulder before the entrance.
"And this is where we conclude our tour of the ship," a strong female voice announced.
She entered through the doorway first and the rows of thin rectangular lights lining the ceiling panels automatically elevated to full luminosity. Captain Grant had taken several steps forward before she stopped and turned. The woman stood tall and confident, adorned by a burgundy captain’s uniform that made her dark skin tone pop radiantly. The rest of her appearance was also fitting for one who commanded respect: black trousers, polished boots, and hair drawn up into a taut, neat bun.
"I hope you find your quarters comfortable, Ambassador Spock," she announced, pride radiating from her in constant waves. Grant carried a nostalgic dignity with every movement that brought back warm memories of how Jim would shine when he conducted tours aboard the Enterprise - his Enterprise
, just as this was her Princeton
. And, like Jim, she was so eager to show off the iron lady she fully committed herself to.
The Captain’s shoulders rose slightly and her hands elevated with open palms that paralleled the ceiling as she took in a panoramic view of the large room. “If there’s such a thing as a penthouse suite on a starship,” she began, and gave her hands one stiff shake through the air for emphasis. “this
would be the place. It’s reserved for our most honored guests.”
Spock had followed her into the impressive space with his mid-sized bag in tow. He first made sure to survey the room well out of respect for her excitement for it, and turned to her after his initial observation.
"Captain Grant, I thank you. This is more than adequate," Spock began, his voice carrying its ever deep and serious tone. He then added a phrase Jim had used many times in the past to achieve the maximum effect of displaying appreciation. He let his head dip slightly forward. "I am humbled."
Grant’s lips curved into a friendly smile as she raised her chin. “I’ll leave you to get settled then, Ambassador. I’m looking forward to you joining us for dinner.”
"The anticipation is mine," Spock replied politely as he watched her take her leave, but not before she sent him with one last grin in reply.
The door automatically slid closed and he was left to himself.
Spock looked from side to side, once again surveying the large quarters that he would inhabit for the entirety of his time in transit. Had Grant not been so excited to present this room to him, he would have requested a transfer to much simpler accommodations; a cadet-class bunk with a desk would have more than suited his purposes.
In comparison, this space was far too large and, while its decor was pleasing, also much too empty. After all, no amount of embellishments could ever replace the physical absence of a bondmate.
Spock stilled his thoughts on the matter; it would be illogical to dwell on the fact that he was not at Jim’s side, as nothing could be done to change the situation. …Did these thoughts constitute evidence of loneliness
? Spock’s shoulders stiffened as his dark eyes drifted down to his luggage.
Grant and her executives would not expect him for dinner until another three point two hours had passed; it was ample time to meditate and neatly file away the thoughts which made him illogically wish to physically reach out for Jim.
After making his way to the bed, Spock lifted his bag and gently placed it upon the top cover. He opened it with the intention of retrieving the small mat which would lessen the burden on his frame as he kneeled during meditation; however, he was instead met with the surprise of seeing not one, but a stack of sealed envelopes rubber-banded together. They had been strategically added to the contents of his luggage without his knowledge.
One pointed eyebrow raised as Spock picked up the pile. The envelope on top read the current date in the upper right corner and “1/14” in the middle.
Spock quickly removed the band and filed through the stack, observing that they had been arranged in sequential order from the first to the fourteenth. Sitting down slowly on the edge of the bed, he placed the heap neatly at his side and picked up the one on top; it was only sensible to start at what was labeled as the beginning, after all.
A thin finger slipped beneath the flap and adroitly pried it from the seal, enabling him to procure the paper from within it which he found was carefully folded into threes.
Spock pulled the paper flat so he could see what message waited for him, immediately pleased at the sight of Jim’s handwriting. His penmanship was very different from that which was enforced on Vulcan; where Spock’s was nearly identical to a formally typed font, Jim’s was romantic with curved, italicized letters and had loops accenting beauty of certain characters.
He began reading.
I know, I know. It was “only logical” to expect this because I always write you a letter when you’re away. But this time, as you surely noticed, things are a bit different. Instead of one, you have fourteen!
Why? Well, this particular mission you’re on isn’t going to be easy and it’s killing me (no, not literally) that I can’t be there with you. Starting official negotiations with Romulus isn’t going to be an easy task, even if they’re meeting us in our own territory… really, who would’ve ever thought!
So, since I can’t be there with you in person, I wrote you one letter to open on each day, just as a reminder that you always have someone on your side supporting you. And now you’re probably thinking something like, “Jim, I am Vulcan. I do not need reassurance.” Let me tell you something - everyone does. Especially with what you’re up against.
For this first letter, I just want to mention a few things I need you to keep in mind while you’re away:
1. I love you. And I miss you. And I can’t wait for you to come back so we can have “welcome home” sex. ..You sure you can’t come back sooner? ;)
2. Don’t let your guard down. Not for one second. We talked about this so many times… We don’t know Romulus’ motivation for suddenly agreeing to these negotiations. Just be careful, okay? Watch your surroundings and stay with the security team.
3. Don’t let them or anyone belittle you because of your heritage. Being both Vulcan and human is a gift, Spock, and don’t allow anyone to convince you otherwise.
4. Make sure you eat and sleep enough. Don’t give me that “Vulcans don’t need as much food and rest as humans” crap. Maybe it’s biologically true, but your body is accustomed to a regular eating and sleeping schedule so don’t deny yourself it.
5. I know how busy you’ll be on this trip… And you know I always want to hear from you, but please put yourself first. If you can use the time to rest or meditate instead of talking to me, do that instead. Worry about your needs instead of mine. I’m a patient man.
6. Make sure you have enough covers during ships night. You know how cold you get when you sleep.
7. Don’t forget to open your letter each day. Each one is very different. …You’ll see what I mean.
So that’s it, Spock… Stay safe and comm me whenever you can, whenever you feel like it. In the meantime, I’ll be thinking about you until the moment I see you materialize on that transporter pad again in two weeks.
The hands holding the letter slowly dropped to Spock’s lap and, though the message was fully understood the first time, he re-read it once more. It was then neatly folded back up and returned to the pile.
Spock relocated the stack of envelopes to the nightstand and then moved his bag to the floor. Reaching into it, he withdrew an extra large white t-shirt with the words “Go climb a rock” and set it next to him as he laid down.
Within the privacy of his quarters, a hand slipped out to the garment besides him and slender digits caressed the material. Spock’s fingers clenched upon it then and brought it to his face. He closed his eyes, pressed it to his forehead tightly, and uttered one word barely above a whisper to the emptiness of his cabin.
Somewhere in the recesses of his very numeric mind where rationale and mathematical sensibility reigned was a place that would forever bond him to Jim. And in the midst of the efficient inner workings of what was once a sterile place denying the acceptance of any emotion, Spock felt love.Never and always touching and touched.Read Part I
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