K/S Avent Calendar: "The Perfect Christmas for a Half Vulcan"
Title: "The Perfect Christmas for a Half Vulcan"
Author: ariadnechan
Beta: verizonhorizon
Series: (STXI)
Rating: PG- 13, only minor indications of sex
Length: 2.580.
Warnings: Two povs.
Relationship Status: Established, but not bonding yet
Tropes: Family, grief, mindmeld, shore leave.
Summary: from the prompt “One of the few items Spock has from his mother is a box containing Christmas ornaments. Jim helps him recreate a Christmas as his mom celebrated it.”
Notes: Thanks to Veri, who put up with my terrible English, she is awesome like that.
**Jim**
Jim was really excited. In a week his Lady would be on Terra for shore leave during the holiday season.
His enthusiasm was really contagious. He walked the corridors on his usual rounds, greeting everybody with his best smile; when he had spare time, he asked those he encountered about what they were doing for the holidays… until finally it hit him.
He was supposed to spend his first holiday season with his bondmate-to-be. But Jim had little prepared. He did have the mountain cabin waiting for them, with real food to be delivered. But he had completely forgotten about the holiday stuff. He didn’t know what kind of Christmas he should prepare to celebrate.
He suddenly found himself panicked. He wanted it to be a surprise for his lover. Jim put his brain at work. He could do this. Spock was half human, so Jim knew he’d have to investigate what a perfect Christmas would be for him, like one Spock’s mother might had celebrated. With such a Christmas, they will would new, happy memories about the holidays. Jim would show Spock that he was not alone: after all, he had Jim. And Jim would take care of everything,
First, Jim decided to examine Spock’s personal files:
Amanda Grayson was Canadian. In the city where her family lived, 70% of the people had Catholic roots. So Jim decided to include Catholic traditions in his festive plans. He knew Catholics had many ways to celebrate Christmas around the world. In Europe, for example, you could find German traditions about Santa Claus and the Christmas tree. But in Spain they didn’t have Santa; they celebrated the arrival of the Magic Kings from the Orient to Belem on the sixth of January.
After skimming Spock’s personal files and realizing there wasn’t much useful information there for planning Spock’s perfect Christmas, Jim passed two days trying to figure out how to ask him without actually asking, Spock was too witty not to connect the dots. Jim tried to feign normalcy, but he had three days - only three days to find his answers.
Then he thought of Uhura.
“Lt. Uhura, I need some information. Can you help me in my ready room after our shift?“
Uhura looked totally perplexed, intrigued, and suspicious at the same time. In other words she glared him, frowns a little and raised her eyebrow.
“Yes. Sir. I have some time.”
“Thanks, Lieutenant. I’ll see you then.”
The rest of shift was uneventful. It was so boring he was almost nibbling his fingers, since he had no more nails to bite. Spock asked him twice if he was all right, and Jim, trying to look innocent, told him that everything was just fine. When the shift ended, he called Uhura and led the way to his ready room.
“What did you do to Spock this time?“
“Thanks for the confidence, Lieutenant.“
“Then, what is the thing that is eating you alive, Captain?”
They really had improved their working relationship, but when she thought Jim had hurt or could hurt Spock, she was extremely protective and came at him with a mocking tone. Jim just ignored it. “I want to ask you about Spock and Christmas!”
Uhura raised her eyebrow higher, and Jim wondered how she managed it. But her look turned softer.
“What?“ Jim asked, wondering if he had said something wrong. He could guess her thoughts: like Spock and Christmas couldn’t be in the same phrase. “You know, Christmas, Santa, the tree, the gifts…Christmas.“
“Captain, you got the memo about Spock being Vulcan, right?“
“Half Vulcan, Lieutenant. So his mother must have celebrated Christmas at some point. And I want to know about that.” Jim wondered what kind of boring relationship Spock and Uhura could have had then if she didn’t know such important details about Spock. “Did you never try to get to know him better as far as knowing about the Christmas details? Too personal, maybe? How about his ice cream preferences?” Jim was perplexed, because how could she not have any clue? The only other alternative was to be angry, but really they had come too far to creturn to old ways.
She looked at him and suddenly her eyes smiled at him. “You know Jim, I don’t know if you are making a joke or something, but I can tell you that he never told me anything about his mother or the Christmas holiday, and I never thought that was important.” Almost as an afterthought, she added crisply, “And he doesn’t like ice cream.“
“I was not laughing at you, I promise, but you are wrong and you know. He likes rocky road ice cream, without marshmallows.”
“He likes chocolate ice cream with nuts? “she asked with in high-pitched tone.
“Yes, he totally loves it.” Jim gave Uhura a mischievous smile.
She looked at him with new eyes, like she’d never see him before now. “Well, it’s clear I can’t help you with your predicament, Captain. May I retire now?” she asked with a better poker face.
“Yep, don’t worry, I will find my answers. Thanks for your help.” Jim was a little sad that she had not had a clue, but it was clear that they were in a better place now, so he added, “And Lieutenant, in case you wanted to know, Spock is now in lab three on deck eight.”
Smiling widely, he saw her leave really fast. It was a sure thing she’d ask Spock if it was true he liked ice cream. Jim felt content because although he didn’t obtain any useful information about Spock’s Christmas celebration style, the look on Uhura’s face when he demonstrated his knowledge about Spock’s ice cream preferences was great. And the way Jim learn this tidbit about Spock had been a great night, too- maybe a little ticklish because of the little pieces of nuts, but really hot and sweet nonetheless.
……*……
One day later found Jim, without sleep, knowing that they’d reach Terra in two days and he still didn’t have sufficient clues about Spock and Christmas.
Jim put his mind to work on it all day, and Spock asked him several times if he was in good health.
“Jim, you look unwell. Maybe I should accompany you to sickbay to seek the good Doctor.“
Jim decided it was a good excuse to leave the bridge and think some more, so he told Spock he’d go alone. He flashed him a big smile. ”No need, Spock, I will go right now. You have the con.”
Spock would check without a doubt where he’d visited sickbay, so Jim went. He could always ask for an aspirin or something. He found Bones in his office.
His friend looked at him from his seat, already suspicious. “Spill it,” Bones said with worry in his voice.
“What?” Jim asked, trying the innocent approach.
“What happened with you and the hobgoblin?”
Jim was so busted.
“Nothing,” Jim answered, a little tired. “I’m only worried about having a perfect Christmas for Spock.”
“Do you realize that if he could have feelings in those green veins, he would be happy simply staying with you?”
“I know, Bones. But you know, always the perfectionist!”
“Yeah,” Bones agreed. “And that makes you sleep-deprived. So if you don’t want a battery of hypos in your neck, you will sleep tonight! Understood, kid?”
“Yes, Doctor, Sir” Jim replied, teasing him with a military salute.
“Better get out of here before I get sane and function as your doctor instead of your friend. Get lost and please never ever give me any details of your romantic escapades. GO!”
Jim left sickbay with a warm feeling and returned to his cabin to figure out his problem. After a few hours of pacing circles, he finally realized that the only logical answer was to ask Spock himself, after all. But this generated another problem: how could he ask Spock without asking him? Some hours later, just before Jim was going to give up, he finally remembered that there was a way he could, in fact, ask Spock directly about Christmas without spoiling the surprise at the same time.
He sat at his desk and made the comm call. With bright eyes and high hopes, he smiled at the familiar person in the viewscreen.
That night, Jim slept at last for the first time a week.
**Spock**
Jim had invited him to a wood cabin in the mountains to spend the Terran holidays. For Spock, the snow and the cold had nothing to do with the few Christmases in which he’d participated in the past.
Jim asked him to unpack the luggage while he finished preparing a surprise. While doing so, Spock tried to remember Christmas with his mother. The image was still vivid in his mind… the last Christmas they’d truly celebrated it together.
That last Christmas, before his trial in the desert, his mother was smiling, leading him by his hand to the communal area and showing him a most illogical object: an imitation of a Terra pine tree arrayed with colored lights. She looked accomplished. Through their joined hands, he could tell that she was expecting a reaction from him. He said without thinking, “It is shiny, Mother.” She laughed and then began retelling the story of Christmas, the meaning behind the tree, and how children receive presents that day. His mother gave him a little box that he did not open, because he did not want to miss the beautiful smile on her face…
“Spock, are you alright?”
Spock took his time composing himself.
“Yes, T’hy’la. I was in the past.”
“Then follow me to the present. We have a tree and everything. Look! “Jim himself looked childlike, so full of happiness. He lead the way, taking his hand, and directed Spock’s gaze to a synthetic pine tree decorated with holographic figurines and bright lights of different colors. Under the tree, Jim had set a nativity scene with the Magic Kings. “What do you think, Spock?“
Spock raised an eyebrow. “It is shiny, Jim,” he said, because he did not want to lose that smile. He was loss for words to formulate any further response.
“And they say you have no sense of humor,” Jim teased. “It makes me proud to be among the very few who know better. “ His smile brightened as he showed off his craftwork. “So, what do you really think?“
Spock suddenly remembered that something was missing. He went to where he had his backpack and removed a box, with great care. Jim followed him, probably wondering why he’d left without a word, and pouted. “That bad?“
Spock opened his backpack and offered Jim the little box. “Your tree has a missing piece, Jim.“
“What? I have the lights, the decorations… “Jim trailed off as he accepted the box and, still pouting, he opened it. He marveled at what he found inside. It was a crystal angel - a beautifully crafted one, clearly an antique. “Wow, I’ve never seen something so wonderful! Where did you get it?“
“It was a gift from my mother, for my sixth Christmas. She was fond of the Terran festivities, and my father didn’t refuse her desire to decorate a tree and celebrate the occasion with me until I was seven. After that, she gave me a book or something similar on the same day of the year.“
Jim closed the distance between them and kissed him on the forehead, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Spock was grateful that Jim did not ask anything more, or say another word about his confession. He wasn’t sure it he could bear it; the loss of his mother was like an open wound, and even as Jim’s love was soothing this wound, he knew he needed more time to heal it.
“Come with me, Spock, and we will hang this figurine on the tree together!“
So Jim took him by the hand, and together they hung the fragile figurine under the star at very top of the tree. The angel reflected the star’s light, making it shine even brighter. Spock remembered that light, and this simple thing warmed him, despite the cold, to the point that he may have blushed a little.
Jim hugged him again and gave him gentle kisses, first with his hands and then with his mouth, which Spock reciprocated to the fullest. Spock knew then that his mother would have approved of this man as his future bondmate.
Jim had a special Canadian style dinner at midnight prepared with Spock’s favorite food: zucchini soup, lightly fried vegetables with cherry tomatoes, and a potato and onion soufflé. Jim added for himself a big piece of turkey on his plate. There was chocolate liqueur and a chocolate Yule log at the table too, because Jim still held out the hope that the substance had some influence on him. They talked about books about these holidays, like Christmas Carol and watched the snow piling up outside while they were comfortably warm in each other’s arms in front of the fire.
The morning found them entwined in their afterglow with Spock contentedly running his fingers through his T’hy’la’s golden hair. Eventually Spock got up. Retrieving his packed fire pot and incense, he laid out his mat in the bedroom and started his meditation.
Spock came out of his meditation to the fragrance of freshly brewing Vulcan tea infused with jasmine. He walked downstairs and found a smiling Jim with pancakes and fruit jam, waiting for him. It was a Christmas he knew he would cherish in his heart together with the ones he had with his beautiful mother.
“Spock, what do you think of my perfect Canadian Christmas?” Jim asked while kissing Spock fingers with his own.
Spock thought about how he’d never actually been to Canada, but he replied. “I think perfection is a high goal to achieve, even though I think this holiday was most satisfactory”.
“Only satisfactory, Spock?” Jim was pouting and his bright blue eyes were slightly wet.
Spock embraced him and kissed him on the mouth, conveying all his love and how Jim had warmed his heart in ways he would never forget.
Jim was frozen for a fraction of a second, but then he deepened the tender kiss, and Spock found himself in the delight of the pure love his T’hy’la. He extended tentative fingers to Jim’s meld points, and he found Jim acquiescence in a nod. Spock murmured the ritual words and everything turn into a brilliant sunny place.
“Jim, do you wish to know my home at Vulcan?” Jim smiled at him and took his hand. Spock led the way to his ancient home and Spock showed him the last Christmas he celebrated with his mother.
“She is a real beauty, Spock.” Jim said and Spock’s cheeks felt warmer. Jim did not let go of his hand and he was absorbing the memory with happiness. Jim hugged Spock tightly as they come back to the room.
Jim blue eyes were sad and joyous at the same time. “Thanks, Spock.”
“Thanks to you my Jim, for your present and this merry Christmas.” Spock felt how Jim returned the warmth into the void that his mother left. And he knew that home was the place in where his T’hy’la was, and Christmas was everyday in Jim eyes and lips.
They stayed in a tight embrace while the snow piled up outside, and two halves became whole again in front of the fireplace.
the end.
Author: ariadnechan
Beta: verizonhorizon
Series: (STXI)
Rating: PG- 13, only minor indications of sex
Length: 2.580.
Warnings: Two povs.
Relationship Status: Established, but not bonding yet
Tropes: Family, grief, mindmeld, shore leave.
Summary: from the prompt “One of the few items Spock has from his mother is a box containing Christmas ornaments. Jim helps him recreate a Christmas as his mom celebrated it.”
Notes: Thanks to Veri, who put up with my terrible English, she is awesome like that.
**Jim**
Jim was really excited. In a week his Lady would be on Terra for shore leave during the holiday season.
His enthusiasm was really contagious. He walked the corridors on his usual rounds, greeting everybody with his best smile; when he had spare time, he asked those he encountered about what they were doing for the holidays… until finally it hit him.
He was supposed to spend his first holiday season with his bondmate-to-be. But Jim had little prepared. He did have the mountain cabin waiting for them, with real food to be delivered. But he had completely forgotten about the holiday stuff. He didn’t know what kind of Christmas he should prepare to celebrate.
He suddenly found himself panicked. He wanted it to be a surprise for his lover. Jim put his brain at work. He could do this. Spock was half human, so Jim knew he’d have to investigate what a perfect Christmas would be for him, like one Spock’s mother might had celebrated. With such a Christmas, they will would new, happy memories about the holidays. Jim would show Spock that he was not alone: after all, he had Jim. And Jim would take care of everything,
First, Jim decided to examine Spock’s personal files:
Amanda Grayson was Canadian. In the city where her family lived, 70% of the people had Catholic roots. So Jim decided to include Catholic traditions in his festive plans. He knew Catholics had many ways to celebrate Christmas around the world. In Europe, for example, you could find German traditions about Santa Claus and the Christmas tree. But in Spain they didn’t have Santa; they celebrated the arrival of the Magic Kings from the Orient to Belem on the sixth of January.
After skimming Spock’s personal files and realizing there wasn’t much useful information there for planning Spock’s perfect Christmas, Jim passed two days trying to figure out how to ask him without actually asking, Spock was too witty not to connect the dots. Jim tried to feign normalcy, but he had three days - only three days to find his answers.
Then he thought of Uhura.
“Lt. Uhura, I need some information. Can you help me in my ready room after our shift?“
Uhura looked totally perplexed, intrigued, and suspicious at the same time. In other words she glared him, frowns a little and raised her eyebrow.
“Yes. Sir. I have some time.”
“Thanks, Lieutenant. I’ll see you then.”
The rest of shift was uneventful. It was so boring he was almost nibbling his fingers, since he had no more nails to bite. Spock asked him twice if he was all right, and Jim, trying to look innocent, told him that everything was just fine. When the shift ended, he called Uhura and led the way to his ready room.
“What did you do to Spock this time?“
“Thanks for the confidence, Lieutenant.“
“Then, what is the thing that is eating you alive, Captain?”
They really had improved their working relationship, but when she thought Jim had hurt or could hurt Spock, she was extremely protective and came at him with a mocking tone. Jim just ignored it. “I want to ask you about Spock and Christmas!”
Uhura raised her eyebrow higher, and Jim wondered how she managed it. But her look turned softer.
“What?“ Jim asked, wondering if he had said something wrong. He could guess her thoughts: like Spock and Christmas couldn’t be in the same phrase. “You know, Christmas, Santa, the tree, the gifts…Christmas.“
“Captain, you got the memo about Spock being Vulcan, right?“
“Half Vulcan, Lieutenant. So his mother must have celebrated Christmas at some point. And I want to know about that.” Jim wondered what kind of boring relationship Spock and Uhura could have had then if she didn’t know such important details about Spock. “Did you never try to get to know him better as far as knowing about the Christmas details? Too personal, maybe? How about his ice cream preferences?” Jim was perplexed, because how could she not have any clue? The only other alternative was to be angry, but really they had come too far to creturn to old ways.
She looked at him and suddenly her eyes smiled at him. “You know Jim, I don’t know if you are making a joke or something, but I can tell you that he never told me anything about his mother or the Christmas holiday, and I never thought that was important.” Almost as an afterthought, she added crisply, “And he doesn’t like ice cream.“
“I was not laughing at you, I promise, but you are wrong and you know. He likes rocky road ice cream, without marshmallows.”
“He likes chocolate ice cream with nuts? “she asked with in high-pitched tone.
“Yes, he totally loves it.” Jim gave Uhura a mischievous smile.
She looked at him with new eyes, like she’d never see him before now. “Well, it’s clear I can’t help you with your predicament, Captain. May I retire now?” she asked with a better poker face.
“Yep, don’t worry, I will find my answers. Thanks for your help.” Jim was a little sad that she had not had a clue, but it was clear that they were in a better place now, so he added, “And Lieutenant, in case you wanted to know, Spock is now in lab three on deck eight.”
Smiling widely, he saw her leave really fast. It was a sure thing she’d ask Spock if it was true he liked ice cream. Jim felt content because although he didn’t obtain any useful information about Spock’s Christmas celebration style, the look on Uhura’s face when he demonstrated his knowledge about Spock’s ice cream preferences was great. And the way Jim learn this tidbit about Spock had been a great night, too- maybe a little ticklish because of the little pieces of nuts, but really hot and sweet nonetheless.
……*……
One day later found Jim, without sleep, knowing that they’d reach Terra in two days and he still didn’t have sufficient clues about Spock and Christmas.
Jim put his mind to work on it all day, and Spock asked him several times if he was in good health.
“Jim, you look unwell. Maybe I should accompany you to sickbay to seek the good Doctor.“
Jim decided it was a good excuse to leave the bridge and think some more, so he told Spock he’d go alone. He flashed him a big smile. ”No need, Spock, I will go right now. You have the con.”
Spock would check without a doubt where he’d visited sickbay, so Jim went. He could always ask for an aspirin or something. He found Bones in his office.
His friend looked at him from his seat, already suspicious. “Spill it,” Bones said with worry in his voice.
“What?” Jim asked, trying the innocent approach.
“What happened with you and the hobgoblin?”
Jim was so busted.
“Nothing,” Jim answered, a little tired. “I’m only worried about having a perfect Christmas for Spock.”
“Do you realize that if he could have feelings in those green veins, he would be happy simply staying with you?”
“I know, Bones. But you know, always the perfectionist!”
“Yeah,” Bones agreed. “And that makes you sleep-deprived. So if you don’t want a battery of hypos in your neck, you will sleep tonight! Understood, kid?”
“Yes, Doctor, Sir” Jim replied, teasing him with a military salute.
“Better get out of here before I get sane and function as your doctor instead of your friend. Get lost and please never ever give me any details of your romantic escapades. GO!”
Jim left sickbay with a warm feeling and returned to his cabin to figure out his problem. After a few hours of pacing circles, he finally realized that the only logical answer was to ask Spock himself, after all. But this generated another problem: how could he ask Spock without asking him? Some hours later, just before Jim was going to give up, he finally remembered that there was a way he could, in fact, ask Spock directly about Christmas without spoiling the surprise at the same time.
He sat at his desk and made the comm call. With bright eyes and high hopes, he smiled at the familiar person in the viewscreen.
That night, Jim slept at last for the first time a week.
**Spock**
Jim had invited him to a wood cabin in the mountains to spend the Terran holidays. For Spock, the snow and the cold had nothing to do with the few Christmases in which he’d participated in the past.
Jim asked him to unpack the luggage while he finished preparing a surprise. While doing so, Spock tried to remember Christmas with his mother. The image was still vivid in his mind… the last Christmas they’d truly celebrated it together.
That last Christmas, before his trial in the desert, his mother was smiling, leading him by his hand to the communal area and showing him a most illogical object: an imitation of a Terra pine tree arrayed with colored lights. She looked accomplished. Through their joined hands, he could tell that she was expecting a reaction from him. He said without thinking, “It is shiny, Mother.” She laughed and then began retelling the story of Christmas, the meaning behind the tree, and how children receive presents that day. His mother gave him a little box that he did not open, because he did not want to miss the beautiful smile on her face…
“Spock, are you alright?”
Spock took his time composing himself.
“Yes, T’hy’la. I was in the past.”
“Then follow me to the present. We have a tree and everything. Look! “Jim himself looked childlike, so full of happiness. He lead the way, taking his hand, and directed Spock’s gaze to a synthetic pine tree decorated with holographic figurines and bright lights of different colors. Under the tree, Jim had set a nativity scene with the Magic Kings. “What do you think, Spock?“
Spock raised an eyebrow. “It is shiny, Jim,” he said, because he did not want to lose that smile. He was loss for words to formulate any further response.
“And they say you have no sense of humor,” Jim teased. “It makes me proud to be among the very few who know better. “ His smile brightened as he showed off his craftwork. “So, what do you really think?“
Spock suddenly remembered that something was missing. He went to where he had his backpack and removed a box, with great care. Jim followed him, probably wondering why he’d left without a word, and pouted. “That bad?“
Spock opened his backpack and offered Jim the little box. “Your tree has a missing piece, Jim.“
“What? I have the lights, the decorations… “Jim trailed off as he accepted the box and, still pouting, he opened it. He marveled at what he found inside. It was a crystal angel - a beautifully crafted one, clearly an antique. “Wow, I’ve never seen something so wonderful! Where did you get it?“
“It was a gift from my mother, for my sixth Christmas. She was fond of the Terran festivities, and my father didn’t refuse her desire to decorate a tree and celebrate the occasion with me until I was seven. After that, she gave me a book or something similar on the same day of the year.“
Jim closed the distance between them and kissed him on the forehead, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Spock was grateful that Jim did not ask anything more, or say another word about his confession. He wasn’t sure it he could bear it; the loss of his mother was like an open wound, and even as Jim’s love was soothing this wound, he knew he needed more time to heal it.
“Come with me, Spock, and we will hang this figurine on the tree together!“
So Jim took him by the hand, and together they hung the fragile figurine under the star at very top of the tree. The angel reflected the star’s light, making it shine even brighter. Spock remembered that light, and this simple thing warmed him, despite the cold, to the point that he may have blushed a little.
Jim hugged him again and gave him gentle kisses, first with his hands and then with his mouth, which Spock reciprocated to the fullest. Spock knew then that his mother would have approved of this man as his future bondmate.
Jim had a special Canadian style dinner at midnight prepared with Spock’s favorite food: zucchini soup, lightly fried vegetables with cherry tomatoes, and a potato and onion soufflé. Jim added for himself a big piece of turkey on his plate. There was chocolate liqueur and a chocolate Yule log at the table too, because Jim still held out the hope that the substance had some influence on him. They talked about books about these holidays, like Christmas Carol and watched the snow piling up outside while they were comfortably warm in each other’s arms in front of the fire.
The morning found them entwined in their afterglow with Spock contentedly running his fingers through his T’hy’la’s golden hair. Eventually Spock got up. Retrieving his packed fire pot and incense, he laid out his mat in the bedroom and started his meditation.
Spock came out of his meditation to the fragrance of freshly brewing Vulcan tea infused with jasmine. He walked downstairs and found a smiling Jim with pancakes and fruit jam, waiting for him. It was a Christmas he knew he would cherish in his heart together with the ones he had with his beautiful mother.
“Spock, what do you think of my perfect Canadian Christmas?” Jim asked while kissing Spock fingers with his own.
Spock thought about how he’d never actually been to Canada, but he replied. “I think perfection is a high goal to achieve, even though I think this holiday was most satisfactory”.
“Only satisfactory, Spock?” Jim was pouting and his bright blue eyes were slightly wet.
Spock embraced him and kissed him on the mouth, conveying all his love and how Jim had warmed his heart in ways he would never forget.
Jim was frozen for a fraction of a second, but then he deepened the tender kiss, and Spock found himself in the delight of the pure love his T’hy’la. He extended tentative fingers to Jim’s meld points, and he found Jim acquiescence in a nod. Spock murmured the ritual words and everything turn into a brilliant sunny place.
“Jim, do you wish to know my home at Vulcan?” Jim smiled at him and took his hand. Spock led the way to his ancient home and Spock showed him the last Christmas he celebrated with his mother.
“She is a real beauty, Spock.” Jim said and Spock’s cheeks felt warmer. Jim did not let go of his hand and he was absorbing the memory with happiness. Jim hugged Spock tightly as they come back to the room.
Jim blue eyes were sad and joyous at the same time. “Thanks, Spock.”
“Thanks to you my Jim, for your present and this merry Christmas.” Spock felt how Jim returned the warmth into the void that his mother left. And he knew that home was the place in where his T’hy’la was, and Christmas was everyday in Jim eyes and lips.
They stayed in a tight embrace while the snow piled up outside, and two halves became whole again in front of the fireplace.
the end.