New ST fic
Story Title: You and Me, Part 2
Story Type: Slash
Characters: Jim Kirk, Spock, McCoy, others
Pairings: Jim/Spock
Rating:PG-13/NC-17
Fandom: Star Trek: 2009
Series: You And Me, Part 1
Disclaimer: Seriously, they don't belong to me. At all. If they did, I can tell you now that it wouldn't have been Uhura Spock was making out with on the transporter pad.
Warnings: Slash, language
A/N: Here's the next part, hope you like it, peeps.
Jim took a deep breath before he punched in his father-in-law's personal code on the comm in his room.
There was about a minute of silence before Sarek's face filled the screen.
“Greetings, Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise, bondmate and t'hy'la of my son. How may I help you?”
Jim raised his eyebrows at the tone; for all his stiffness, Sarek very rarely spoke so formally with him. He tapped his fingers on his knee for a couple seconds before he answered.
“Greetings, Sarek of New Vulcan, bondmate of the late Dr. Amanda Grayson, Sa-mekh of my bondmate and t'hy'la, S'chn T'Gai Spock, cha Sarek, Ambassador for New Vulcan to the Federation. How are you today?”
Jim saw Sarek's eyebrow move slightly in approval and smirked inwardly; it had taken him three months of training with Uhura to be able to come as close as humans could to saying Spock's full name. He had already picked up enough Vulcan to carry on a conversation by the time he had bonded with Spock, but his name had taken the most effort to learn. Remembering how they were supposed to be said wasn't the problem, actually saying them was; Human vocal chords weren't exactly equipped for it. Most Vulcan wasn't as difficult but Vulcan names had a habit of going back to pre-Surak and were just harder to say.
Jim heard a low murmuring to the side of Sarek and realized his father-in-law wasn't alone. Whatever was going on, he hoped it wasn't important; he really needed to talk to Sarek and the sooner, the better.
“I am acceptable, James,” Sarek inclined his head. “I am currently having lunch with members of our clan.”
Jim saw the way Sarek's mouth barely twitched down at the corners; to most people, it would have meant nothing -they most likely wouldn't have even noticed- but Jim had spent so much time over the past few years studying Vulcans that he could write a thesis on them if he wanted to. And he knew that whoever was there with Sarek, it wasn't anyone he got along with.
“Give them my greetings, as well,” Jim told him; as much as he might not want to, he could play political games better then anyone -as the 'Fleet's flagship, the Enterprise did more First Contacts then almost anyone else in the entire 'Fleet- he just hated doing it unless he had to.
“I will be sure to, James. Is there something I could help you with?” Sarek inquired and if it were anyone else he was talking about, Jim would have sworn that there was an almost pleading look in the Ambassador's eyes.
“Actually, there is; I have some important news to inform you of,” Jim said, choosing his words carefully; he wanted to get the point across that it was important without saying something was wrong with Spock. “Is there any way we could speak in private? No disrespect meant to our clan, but this information is classified, so...” Jim trailed off, shrugging as if to say he would change it if he could.
It wasn't really a lie, either; while de-aging happened fairly often on the Enterprise it wasn't that common on any other starship. In fact, according to Spock, it was more likely to happen here then any other ship (85.76% more likely, if you wanted to get technical -and considering the amount of geniuses that made up the command crew, someone always did).
And the Admiralty had decided to keep that, along with some other 'interesting' things that seemed to only happen to the Enterprise, in the 'so-deeply-classified-we're-never-going-to-even-think-about-it-again' vault; Jim supposed that they didn't want anyone in the media getting a hold of it and hit the ground running with stories about emotion inducing spores, de-aging, alternate universes and way more 'aliens made us have sex' incidents then should happen, ever.
“Of course; it will only take me a few moments,” Sarek said smoothly and put Jim on hold, the usual blue screen popping up on the comm.
Jim let himself slouch forward a little; whenever he had to talk to Sarek -or any other Vulcan who wasn't Spock, really- he automatically found himself sitting up as straight as if he were part Vulcan himself.
When Sarek came back on, he seemed a little more relaxed to Jim's expert eye.
“James, what can I help you with?”Sarek asked, his voice and face bland but Jim knew Sarek liked him more then most Vulcans did. Of course, most Vulcans didn't have Sarek's illogical fondness for Humans.
“It's Spock, actually,” Jim said and went on to explain everything that had happened so far.
“McCoy has him in sickbay now, double checking his readings and trying to keep him distracted while I talk to you,” he finished, leaning back in his chair and attempting to relax.
“He is well, then?” Sarek questioned and Jim could see the relief on his face when he nodded; a second later Sarek had himself back under control and Jim was briefly amused by the fact that -not including him or Spock- only five other people would ever believe a Vulcan could feel relief over anything.
“Yeah, he's not sick or anything,” Jim reassured him. “But I wanted to ask you a couple questions about our bond.”
“Your bond,” Sarek repeated and raised his eyebrow. “Since you seem to be in your usual good humor, the bond is still there, correct?”
“It is,” Jim confirmed, tapping his fingers on the table in a show of irritation. “But it feels strange to me, completely different.”
Sarek was silent for so long that Jim was actually starting to think he was wrong and something irrevocable had happened.
“What does the bond normally look like to you?” Sarek asked, suddenly breaking the silence.
“I can't actually see it unless I'm melded with Spock,” Jim admitted, flushing slightly.
“That is no surprise,” Sarek informed him blandly. “Most Humans do not have the abilities to see a psychic bond on their own; my Amanda included. What do you see when you think of the bond when you are by yourself?”
To most people it would sound like Sarek had completely insulted all Humans, including his dead wife. But Jim knew that it was just Sarek's way of reassuring him.
“Mostly the color gold, with red woven through it,” Jim answered, his voice soft. He smiled at Sarek sheepishly when he raised both eyebrows at him; Jim knew he had a habit to go all 'googly-eyed' as Bones called it, when he talked or thought about his bond with Spock.
“And now?” Sarek went on, the slight twitching of his eyebrow the only indication that he was semi-amused by Jim's behavior.
“Well,” Jim closed his eyes and concentrated on it, a small frown on his face. “Now it's...a light blue almost -there's still gold and red in it, but mostly blue.”
He opened his eyes and looked at Sarek expectantly when he just tilted his head to the side. Jim was convinced that Sarek wasn't saying anything because he liked to see him squirm; god damn Vulcans and their sly, sarcastic sense of humor. Or maybe it was just the Vulcans that he was related to, either way, they were snarky sons of bitches.
“I have no precedent to compare this to,” Sarek finally said and Jim definitely noticed the barely there smirk hovering on the edge of his lips; he let it go, though, because he knew better then to get into an argument like that with Sarek when he didn't have an hour to waste on it.
“But it is logical to assume that the bond changed form to accommodate the change in Spock's brain when he regressed to his age at present. I would hypothesize that once you find a cure for his present condition, and Spock returns to his correct age, the bond will once again return to what you are used to.”
“The bond changed?” Jim repeated, his brain already working on the problem; despite the fact that everyone loved to play up his good looks -and, really, Jim thinks smugly, who can blame them?- he has a brain, with a genius level IQ, to match them. And his constant association with some of the smartest people in Starfleet -if not the entire universe- only made him use his intelligence more.
“To protect Spock, I supposed. What did it change to, though?” Jim mused, his eyes unfocused as he thought out loud. “Considering Spock's de-aging, I'd say a parental bond except I'm sure as hell not a parental anything to Spock. He did mention that family members shared similar bonds as the parental ones, but that were less invasive...”
“I would agree that it is most likely a facsimile of a familial bond,” Sarek said when Jim trailed off. “Not exactly the same, since you are neither Vulcan nor blood related to Spock, but it is reasonable to assume that that is the closest thing Spock's mind could change your marriage bond to.”
Jim nodded, starting a little when the door chimed and he heard Bone's usual, “Open the damn door.”
Jim looked back at his father-in-law. “You ready to talk to him?”
“It would be illogical to put it off,” Sarek told him, which was in no way an answer.
Jim rolled his eyes, not fooled at all by Sarek's nonchalance.
“Come in,” he called out and watched as Spock came in the room with Bones following him.