[fic] Clouded Memories 4/4
Author's name:chibinecco
Written/Drawn for: asmallcrime
Pairing/Characters: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: After an accident during an away mission, both Kirk and Spock somehow lose their memories. Not knowing where they are or who they are, they both must learn to rely and trust one another for their very survival. Along the way, dormant emotions rise to the surface, making the two men suspect that whatever they were in the past, it was probably a lot more serious and complex than mere friendship.
Warnings: Amnesia, extreme levels of sap
Disclaimer: Characters copyright Gene Roddenberry
''Under no circumstances, would we ever be 'friends,' Mister Kirk.'''>
"What's going on?" Jim asked, as he stepped into the small navigational room of his smuggling skiff. "We were supposed to be landing nearly two hours ago."
"We've got visitors." Bones, his partner and best friend groused.
"How? We're six light years out from the nearest federation colony."
"You think I don't know that?" Bones growled. "They haven't spotted us yet. I managed to get us a pretty good hiding place here in the asteroid belt around Achird, but they've been scanning for the last Three hours."
"And you didn't think I should know this?"
"Jim, the last time I interrupted your 'nap time,' you put salt in my orange juice."
"What? I get cranky when I'm tired. You know that."
Bones glared at him.
"Whatever, in any case, we have to get out of here. If we're late, things are only going to get worse," Jim said seriously.
Before Bones could reply, the proximity alarm went off with an earsplitting siren.
"Shit, we've been spotted. Get us our of here, Bones."
"The only place to go is away from our destination."
"Then do it Bones."
A Vulcan face appeared on the main viewer, cold and unemotional as it said, "Captain James Tiberius Kirk, you are under arrest for-"
"Yeah, yeah. Screw you, Starfleet. I'm not going anywhere with you!" Jim snarled, cutting the feed. "Punch it Bones."
McCoy did, and their little craft shot off away from the Starfleet ship and the buyer waiting for their shipment.
~
Two days later, they were still running. They were taking shifts to ease the workload of careening haphazardly around the universe to run from Starfleet's finest.
"Why haven't they just given up yet?" Jim groaned, coming into the navigational room to take over for Bones.
"I don't know. They've never followed us this long."
"I don't think they're after us for some petty smuggling. Especially considering we hadn't actually broken any laws this time... yet... Buying it is legal, it's only selling them to the people who could actually use the stuff that's illegal."
"No, really, Jim? I had no idea. We've got bigger problems than your opinion of Starfleet ethics policies."
"We're almost out of fuel; I know."
"What do you propose we do about it?"
"Let ourselves get caught."
"What? They'll confiscate the medications."
"Then we'll just have to buy more. Or, once we've cleared our names, since we haven't actually done anything, we'll pick it up and get back to Achird. We'll be a bit behind schedule, but you said no one was going to die without this stuff right?"
"No, just semi-permanent muscle atrophy and temporary brain damage."
"Allergies can do that?"
"Says the man whose hands swell up every time he eats Pestario brand Gouda cheese but not any other brand."
"I thought we established it was the wax they wrapped it in."
"No, I tested you for that last time you came in for a physical."
"You said that hypo was vitamins."
"It was. I did a scratch test while you were unconscious."
"I was unconscious?"
"Focus, Jim."
Jim grumbled, but sat down beside his partner. "Alright, so we hail them, let them take us into custody, call our lawyer and we'll be back to Achird in ten hours, tops."
The moment Jim cut the engine, the vulcan face was back up on screen.
"We have got to turn off that automatically accepting calls thing."
"James Tiberius kirk, you are under arrest for the assault of a Starfleet vessel, the murder of the twenty five crewman that were on that vessel, and resisting arrest for 2.34 days."
"Murder?!" Bones growled. "What damned fool told you that crock?"
"You have the choice to come peaceably or by force. Will you come of your own will?"
"I'm not a murderer!"
~
Jim was sitting in a cell, angrily pacing the floor when Bones came in. "So? What's going on?" Jim asked, coming to the edge of the shield between them.
"Spock's ship was attacked two weeks ago by someone claiming to be you. Damned hobgoblin is convinced you did it; and with the word of a Vulcan against you, you're going to have a damned hard time proving your innocence."
"There's no way it could be me. Two weeks ago you and I were staking out a supplier in the Space Balkans."
"Yes, a place there is no record of us having visited in nearly thirteen years."
"Damn the semi-illegal nature of our business..."
"Look. I'll get our lawyer, see if he can help; but Jim, there really isn't much I can do. Unless Spock comes to his senses, you're looking at a life sentence."
~
"Alright, Slime." The guard sneered, pointing his phaser at Jim through the shield. "Back away from the door and put your hands shoulder width apart on the wall."
Jim sighed and did as he was told while a second guard released the shield and pushed his way into the small cell, cuffing Jim and wrestling him out.
"Ow, dammit. I'm not fighting you!"
"Just move, Dirtbag!"
"Dirtbag? That's the insult you're gonna go with? Ow, I'm moving, I'm moving."
Jim followed the full security detail through the halls of the Enterprise to the shuttle bay where Spock himself was waiting.
"Hey, aren't you the captain of this ship? How can you take me to court if you're the captain?"
"I am not the captain."
"Not very talkative are you?"
Spock stared at him. Jim just sighed and moved into the shuttle, where he was pointed to a cell with one bed, one porthole, and only one way in or out. The electromagnet released on Jim's manacles and he turned to see Spock through the translucent shield.
"I didn't do this."
"You have a repeat offense record, and the man who attacked my ship gave me the name Jim Kirk."
"Is that exactly how he gave his name?"
"You know what was said. You said it."
"Humor me." Jim glared.
"You said, I quote: 'Just remember, the man who put one over on the only Vulcan in Starfleet is the one and only Jim Kirk!'"
"No, I wasn't; and I don't introduce myself like that. 'I am James T. Ki-'" began to demonstrate.
"Shut it, Prick." The second guard growled.
Jim glared him this time.
"Get back." The man pointed a phaser at him.
Jim merely rolled his eyes. "That's really unnecessary; I'm behind the force field."
"The prisoner is correct, Lieutenant Commander Riley. I recommend, at this time, that you take a recreational shift as I will not require your navigational skills for some time," Spock said as he guided the shuttle out of the hanger and into the depths of space.
"You know, given different circumstances, we might have become friends, Spock."
"Under no circumstances, would we ever be 'friends,' Mister Kirk."
~
Jim woke with a start as just about every alarm on the ship went off at once. "What's going on?"
"An unpredictably strong solar flare has damaged our navigational equipment, I am forced to make an emergency landing on the nearest Class M planet," Spock responded.
"Wow, I didn't actually expect you to answer that," Jim said when a sudden jolt of turbulence caused the shuttle to rock, knocking Jim into a wall as Riley lost his balance, cutting his arm and hitting his head with a sharp crack on the way to the floor.
There was another jolt as something struck them from the starboard side. Spock was almost frantic looking as he fought to keep control of the failing vehicle.
"You need a navigator."
"I will not release a known fugitive."
"'Innocent until proven guilty,' and if you don't let me out of this thing, we're going to die before I can be proven guilty."
"Is that a confession?"
"No, and you need my help," Jim snarled as another jostle came from the other side as they approached the planet at breakneck speeds.
Suddenly, the shield came down and Jim rushed forward, taking in the read outs on the navigation panels.
"I did not-"
"I don't care, Spock. Now, pull up, you're coming in way too fast."
"I do not need your assistance."
"Shut up, and do it."
They continued in silence, broken by Jim's shouted instructions as the ground rose up to meet them. With a sharp bounce the shuttle's control panels exploded in sparks, fire starting up at the navigational station. Another sharp crack against the bottom of the hull as they took out a towering tree, crashing into the foggy undergrowth.
Everything went dark.
~
"Spock. I didn't do it. I swear, I had nothing do with-"
"I know." Spock reached out laying his hand against the transparency; and Jim accepted it, placing his own hand over Spock's. "There is not a malicious instinct in your nature. The 'Jim Kirk' who attacked my ship was not you, James. I apologize for treating you in such a way. I was wrong."
"Spock no. You'd just lost your family, and yes your crew is your family. Someone who introduced himself as me did that to you... you had every right to hate me."
"No, I did not know you-"
"Spock. It's in the past. We'll figure it out."
Spock nodded, turning to the attendant. "Release him."
"Commander?"
"This man is innocent. My memory was compromised by my emotional state. Release him."
With even greater reluctance, the officer Shook his head.
"Oh, for- I'm not gonna bite."
"On the contrary, James. You bite quite frequently."
Jim laughed, "You sure you should be making jokes like that while I'm still locked up?"
"We will get through this, James."
"Thank you, Spock."
~
Despite Spock's assurance that Jim was innocent, the Starfleet captain assigned to the ship which had picked them up refused to release him until they had returned him to Earth. The official orders mandated that Jim be returned to Earth for due process of the law, and rather than risk the ire of an admiral, the captain of the Enterprise insisted they take him back.
Jim hadn't even been permitted to see Spock for the entire two and a half weeks it took for them to get back. Something about keeping witnesses from contaminating each other. Considering Spock's newest testament made Jim not actually a witness to anything was frustrating to no end.
Worse, they wouldn't even let Jim leave once they got back to Earth; and Jim was sitting in a jail waiting to be tried. At least, he'd learned the Enterprise was going to be sticking around for maintenance and upgrades for the better part of a month. Maybe he'd eventually get out and be able to catch Spock before he disappeared into the great beyond never to be heard from again.
It was day twenty-seven since he and Spock had been taken from their home together that a guard came tapping on his cell door.
"You're free to go."
"What? Just like that?"
"Yeah." The burly woman popped her gum loudly. "Some 'fleet officer finished filing the paperwork proving you were misidentified. The real culprit's been found."
"Oh, thank god, finally." Jim staggered up, stepping out into the hall.
"Honestly, I've never seen anyone get through it in less than two months, unless they work here, but that wouldn't make it this fast. Your friend must be some kind of red tape fanatic."
Jim wondered who it was, certainly not Bones, until he came around the corner into the main offices and saw who was waiting patiently to one side. "Spock!"
Spock accepted the tackle hug with much more dignity than Jim gave it. "Oh, my god. You have no idea how glad I am to see you."
"And I you, James."
Jim smiled, kissing Spock's neck. "I missed you. It's been a month. I just... Can we get out of here?"
"Yes, It is not far to my residence."
"Good." Jim hugged Spock tightly before letting himself be led out.
~
Outside, the streets of San Francisco stretched around them in all directions, covered in a thin layer of fog. Jim gazed around, taking it all in.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to look at fog the same way again."
"Is this a good or bad development?" Spock asked, flagging down a cab.
"Neither, just... fog..."
Climbing into the cab, Spock gave the driver his address before pulling Jim close, kissing at Jim's neck.
"You were wrong," Jim said around a gasp.
"When was I wrong?"
"On the shuttle, I said 'We could have been friends under different circumstances.' and you said 'No meeting between us could ever be pleasurable.' You were wrong."
"That is not the precise quotation; however, you were correct. Different circumstances gave us an unbiased opportunity."
"I'm glad."
"Indeed. As am I."
The rest of the cab ride passed in a blur as Jim put everything he had into showing Spock everything he had missed this last month with his lips and tongue on Spock's.
Finally, they arrived, Spock leading the way out of the cab, and to his place. Jim was stunned when they got there.
"It's empty." Jim said, stunned.
"The majority of my belongings remained on my ship before it was destroyed."
"Spock, I'm going to enter Starfleet. I'm going to quit smuggling; I want to be with you."
"You are welcome to stay with me while you complete your studies."
"But what about your commission?"
"I intend to inform Starfleet that I have chosen a mate. There are regulations preventing the separation of members of a Vulcan pair-bond. I will teach at the academy for the next four years while you and your former partner, Leonard, complete your studies."
Jim grinned. "Spock. Have I told you how much I love you?"
"Yes; however, I would gladly hear it again."
Chuckling, Jim kissed Spock's cheek. "I love you." He walked backwards, drawing Spock towards the open door to the bedroom. The Spartan sheet and pillow lay crisply arranged beside a bare end table. "Just one thing."
"Yes?"
"After this, we are buying you some furniture, because this is absurd."
Spock smiled, "Whatever you desire you shall have."
"Good, because I want you to make love to me."
"Yes."
They kissed. Jim framed both his hands around Spock's face, pulling him close to shower him with love and affection.
Outside, the fog clouding the window made way for rain, dripping and spattering on the pane getting stronger as the pair of lovers dropped naked to the bed, rubbing and stroking. Face, chest, thighs, Jim explored Spock's body, hands brushing over every slope and valley of muscle. He felt each touch familiar and yet different. Now that he could remember his past, Spock's past.
They were the same people, but they were somehow more whole than they had been. Like someone had airbrushed all the shadows out of the picture, only now to turn them back on. The Spock and Jim of before had still been Spock and Jim; but now, they were more.
Jim loved that it hadn't changed them. The return of their memories hadn't pulled them apart. He'd never worried; but it felt like that was because it was something he'd forgotten to do.
Spock licked a stripe up his neck, biting into heated flesh, and Jim forgot all about introspection and focused on the moment. He watched, confused, as Spock pulled back, reaching for the bedside table until Spock returned, holding a small tube.
"Oh, fuck yes, Spock. Please."
Spock kissed him, delicious and just as hot as Jim felt. "Patience. I will care for you."
"Thought you already did."
Spock gave Jim's unrepentant grin and exasperated look.
"But you love me anyway."
"Yes, James. I do. I love you."
Jim's chest seized happily the way it always did when he got Spock to say it for him. How often he'd made Spock say it back in their little home, he should have been used to it, but he wasn't, and he never wanted to be. "Say it again?"
Spock smiled and indulged him. "I love you."
Spock's fingers, slick with lube, were coating Jim's entrance.
"I've never done this, you know."
Spock's gaze shot up, equal parts disbelieving and concerned.
"I haven't forgotten or anything. I just... before all of this, I fancied myself completely straight. I'd only kissed another man as a joke."
"I understand."
Jim returned the gentle kiss. "I just... thought you should know."
"Thank you." Spock's first finger was sliding inside, wet and easy it felt nice, much better with the extra help of a little lube than it had with only Spock's saliva.
At the second finger, Jim tensed up, remembering how uncomfortable this had been the last time.
"Relax."
"Sorry," Jim mumbled, struggling to obey.
Spock didn't move until Jim was ready. Waiting patiently for as long as Jim needed, petting Jim's side in soothing strokes as they both waited, kissing languidly as if just passing the time.
"Thank you." Jim sighed as Spock gave a tentative press.
"For?" He asked, when Jim didn't clench down again.
"Just... for being so understanding, for knowing what to do."
Spock kissed Jim again. "I love you."
"For knowing just what to say." Jim nuzzled Spock's cheek as Spock added a third finger. Jim concentrated on staying relaxed and pliant, accepting what Spock was trying to do. "This is nice."
"'Nice'?"
"Yeah? Is it supposed to be Ba- ah- Oh, that's what- Do that again."
With a self-satisfied smirk, Spock did. Jim could feel a dribble of pre-cum exactly matching every time Spock pressed against that gland inside him.
"Fuck, Spock. I'm ready. I'm ready. I want it."
Spock's fingers withdrew, and Jim felt unimaginably empty, loose and desperate to be filled again. Suddenly, it felt like Spock couldn't get there fast enough, but then he was there, pressing against Jim's hole, and it was okay. Jim released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
Pushing slowly inside, Spock hissed in Jim's ear, the sound mirroring Jim's feelings. "So... tight." Spock gritted. "James..."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know." Jim agreed, gulping at the air. He'd never felt so overwhelmed in his life. A tight, slick fist wrapped around Jim's cock and he moaned. The sensations in his ass starting to go from good to better. "I need-"
"Yes. Yes James," Spock groaned, and Jim couldn't stand how hot it was.
Spock began to move, their breath and their emotions mingling together. Emotions and pleasure carrying them up until Jim was soaring. Soaring on a plateau of love, need and lust.
"Harder." Jim begged, pulling Spock in and kissing him, breathless and close, getting closer with each hard thrust inside him. Spock's pistoning thrusts perfect, straight and accurate; Jim's cock drooling constantly against his stomach. Little spots of color floated across Jim's eyes, and he gasped. Light exploding from the back of his mind an carrying outwards across his skin as he started to cum, his cock jerking and shooting everything he had as Spock's length inside him began to pour burst after burst of cum, filling him up until Jim felt like he was ready to blow, an aftershock so strong it was like a second orgasm rushing through him as he trembled, whimpering under the onslaught.
~
Jim awoke to to the feeling of gentle fingers cleaning his legs and stomach. "I pass out?"
"Yes, for .76 minutes."
Jim hummed, snuggling into Spock's pillow. "Come back to bed?"
Spock set aside the damp cloth, lifting the sheet and climbing in beside his lover.
"Best sex ever." Jim said, kissing Spock slowly.
Spock hmm'd, eyes closed as Jim watched him, his expression peaceful.
"I don't think I could be happier."
"The sentiment is mutual," Spock mumbled.
"Hey, Spock, do you think we could visit Kevin tomorrow? I've been worried about him."
"Kevin is on the Enterprise, and will unlikely be able to entertain visitors; however, he has made a full recovery, although he has decided to keep the scar on his shoulder."
"Oh, well that's what I wanted to know. We'll have to comm him sometime."
"Indeed. Now, Sleep, James."
"Mm. I love it when you call me that," Jim said, tightening his grip one last time before letting himself drift towards sleep. For the first time in his life, he felt a path laid out before him. A guide giving his life focus and direction. He was more than happy to follow it everywhere, as long as Spock was by his side.
~The End~
Written/Drawn for: asmallcrime
Pairing/Characters: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: After an accident during an away mission, both Kirk and Spock somehow lose their memories. Not knowing where they are or who they are, they both must learn to rely and trust one another for their very survival. Along the way, dormant emotions rise to the surface, making the two men suspect that whatever they were in the past, it was probably a lot more serious and complex than mere friendship.
Warnings: Amnesia, extreme levels of sap
Disclaimer: Characters copyright Gene Roddenberry
''Under no circumstances, would we ever be 'friends,' Mister Kirk.'''>
"What's going on?" Jim asked, as he stepped into the small navigational room of his smuggling skiff. "We were supposed to be landing nearly two hours ago."
"We've got visitors." Bones, his partner and best friend groused.
"How? We're six light years out from the nearest federation colony."
"You think I don't know that?" Bones growled. "They haven't spotted us yet. I managed to get us a pretty good hiding place here in the asteroid belt around Achird, but they've been scanning for the last Three hours."
"And you didn't think I should know this?"
"Jim, the last time I interrupted your 'nap time,' you put salt in my orange juice."
"What? I get cranky when I'm tired. You know that."
Bones glared at him.
"Whatever, in any case, we have to get out of here. If we're late, things are only going to get worse," Jim said seriously.
Before Bones could reply, the proximity alarm went off with an earsplitting siren.
"Shit, we've been spotted. Get us our of here, Bones."
"The only place to go is away from our destination."
"Then do it Bones."
A Vulcan face appeared on the main viewer, cold and unemotional as it said, "Captain James Tiberius Kirk, you are under arrest for-"
"Yeah, yeah. Screw you, Starfleet. I'm not going anywhere with you!" Jim snarled, cutting the feed. "Punch it Bones."
McCoy did, and their little craft shot off away from the Starfleet ship and the buyer waiting for their shipment.
~
Two days later, they were still running. They were taking shifts to ease the workload of careening haphazardly around the universe to run from Starfleet's finest.
"Why haven't they just given up yet?" Jim groaned, coming into the navigational room to take over for Bones.
"I don't know. They've never followed us this long."
"I don't think they're after us for some petty smuggling. Especially considering we hadn't actually broken any laws this time... yet... Buying it is legal, it's only selling them to the people who could actually use the stuff that's illegal."
"No, really, Jim? I had no idea. We've got bigger problems than your opinion of Starfleet ethics policies."
"We're almost out of fuel; I know."
"What do you propose we do about it?"
"Let ourselves get caught."
"What? They'll confiscate the medications."
"Then we'll just have to buy more. Or, once we've cleared our names, since we haven't actually done anything, we'll pick it up and get back to Achird. We'll be a bit behind schedule, but you said no one was going to die without this stuff right?"
"No, just semi-permanent muscle atrophy and temporary brain damage."
"Allergies can do that?"
"Says the man whose hands swell up every time he eats Pestario brand Gouda cheese but not any other brand."
"I thought we established it was the wax they wrapped it in."
"No, I tested you for that last time you came in for a physical."
"You said that hypo was vitamins."
"It was. I did a scratch test while you were unconscious."
"I was unconscious?"
"Focus, Jim."
Jim grumbled, but sat down beside his partner. "Alright, so we hail them, let them take us into custody, call our lawyer and we'll be back to Achird in ten hours, tops."
The moment Jim cut the engine, the vulcan face was back up on screen.
"We have got to turn off that automatically accepting calls thing."
"James Tiberius kirk, you are under arrest for the assault of a Starfleet vessel, the murder of the twenty five crewman that were on that vessel, and resisting arrest for 2.34 days."
"Murder?!" Bones growled. "What damned fool told you that crock?"
"You have the choice to come peaceably or by force. Will you come of your own will?"
"I'm not a murderer!"
~
Jim was sitting in a cell, angrily pacing the floor when Bones came in. "So? What's going on?" Jim asked, coming to the edge of the shield between them.
"Spock's ship was attacked two weeks ago by someone claiming to be you. Damned hobgoblin is convinced you did it; and with the word of a Vulcan against you, you're going to have a damned hard time proving your innocence."
"There's no way it could be me. Two weeks ago you and I were staking out a supplier in the Space Balkans."
"Yes, a place there is no record of us having visited in nearly thirteen years."
"Damn the semi-illegal nature of our business..."
"Look. I'll get our lawyer, see if he can help; but Jim, there really isn't much I can do. Unless Spock comes to his senses, you're looking at a life sentence."
~
"Alright, Slime." The guard sneered, pointing his phaser at Jim through the shield. "Back away from the door and put your hands shoulder width apart on the wall."
Jim sighed and did as he was told while a second guard released the shield and pushed his way into the small cell, cuffing Jim and wrestling him out.
"Ow, dammit. I'm not fighting you!"
"Just move, Dirtbag!"
"Dirtbag? That's the insult you're gonna go with? Ow, I'm moving, I'm moving."
Jim followed the full security detail through the halls of the Enterprise to the shuttle bay where Spock himself was waiting.
"Hey, aren't you the captain of this ship? How can you take me to court if you're the captain?"
"I am not the captain."
"Not very talkative are you?"
Spock stared at him. Jim just sighed and moved into the shuttle, where he was pointed to a cell with one bed, one porthole, and only one way in or out. The electromagnet released on Jim's manacles and he turned to see Spock through the translucent shield.
"I didn't do this."
"You have a repeat offense record, and the man who attacked my ship gave me the name Jim Kirk."
"Is that exactly how he gave his name?"
"You know what was said. You said it."
"Humor me." Jim glared.
"You said, I quote: 'Just remember, the man who put one over on the only Vulcan in Starfleet is the one and only Jim Kirk!'"
"No, I wasn't; and I don't introduce myself like that. 'I am James T. Ki-'" began to demonstrate.
"Shut it, Prick." The second guard growled.
Jim glared him this time.
"Get back." The man pointed a phaser at him.
Jim merely rolled his eyes. "That's really unnecessary; I'm behind the force field."
"The prisoner is correct, Lieutenant Commander Riley. I recommend, at this time, that you take a recreational shift as I will not require your navigational skills for some time," Spock said as he guided the shuttle out of the hanger and into the depths of space.
"You know, given different circumstances, we might have become friends, Spock."
"Under no circumstances, would we ever be 'friends,' Mister Kirk."
~
Jim woke with a start as just about every alarm on the ship went off at once. "What's going on?"
"An unpredictably strong solar flare has damaged our navigational equipment, I am forced to make an emergency landing on the nearest Class M planet," Spock responded.
"Wow, I didn't actually expect you to answer that," Jim said when a sudden jolt of turbulence caused the shuttle to rock, knocking Jim into a wall as Riley lost his balance, cutting his arm and hitting his head with a sharp crack on the way to the floor.
There was another jolt as something struck them from the starboard side. Spock was almost frantic looking as he fought to keep control of the failing vehicle.
"You need a navigator."
"I will not release a known fugitive."
"'Innocent until proven guilty,' and if you don't let me out of this thing, we're going to die before I can be proven guilty."
"Is that a confession?"
"No, and you need my help," Jim snarled as another jostle came from the other side as they approached the planet at breakneck speeds.
Suddenly, the shield came down and Jim rushed forward, taking in the read outs on the navigation panels.
"I did not-"
"I don't care, Spock. Now, pull up, you're coming in way too fast."
"I do not need your assistance."
"Shut up, and do it."
They continued in silence, broken by Jim's shouted instructions as the ground rose up to meet them. With a sharp bounce the shuttle's control panels exploded in sparks, fire starting up at the navigational station. Another sharp crack against the bottom of the hull as they took out a towering tree, crashing into the foggy undergrowth.
Everything went dark.
~
"Spock. I didn't do it. I swear, I had nothing do with-"
"I know." Spock reached out laying his hand against the transparency; and Jim accepted it, placing his own hand over Spock's. "There is not a malicious instinct in your nature. The 'Jim Kirk' who attacked my ship was not you, James. I apologize for treating you in such a way. I was wrong."
"Spock no. You'd just lost your family, and yes your crew is your family. Someone who introduced himself as me did that to you... you had every right to hate me."
"No, I did not know you-"
"Spock. It's in the past. We'll figure it out."
Spock nodded, turning to the attendant. "Release him."
"Commander?"
"This man is innocent. My memory was compromised by my emotional state. Release him."
With even greater reluctance, the officer Shook his head.
"Oh, for- I'm not gonna bite."
"On the contrary, James. You bite quite frequently."
Jim laughed, "You sure you should be making jokes like that while I'm still locked up?"
"We will get through this, James."
"Thank you, Spock."
~
Despite Spock's assurance that Jim was innocent, the Starfleet captain assigned to the ship which had picked them up refused to release him until they had returned him to Earth. The official orders mandated that Jim be returned to Earth for due process of the law, and rather than risk the ire of an admiral, the captain of the Enterprise insisted they take him back.
Jim hadn't even been permitted to see Spock for the entire two and a half weeks it took for them to get back. Something about keeping witnesses from contaminating each other. Considering Spock's newest testament made Jim not actually a witness to anything was frustrating to no end.
Worse, they wouldn't even let Jim leave once they got back to Earth; and Jim was sitting in a jail waiting to be tried. At least, he'd learned the Enterprise was going to be sticking around for maintenance and upgrades for the better part of a month. Maybe he'd eventually get out and be able to catch Spock before he disappeared into the great beyond never to be heard from again.
It was day twenty-seven since he and Spock had been taken from their home together that a guard came tapping on his cell door.
"You're free to go."
"What? Just like that?"
"Yeah." The burly woman popped her gum loudly. "Some 'fleet officer finished filing the paperwork proving you were misidentified. The real culprit's been found."
"Oh, thank god, finally." Jim staggered up, stepping out into the hall.
"Honestly, I've never seen anyone get through it in less than two months, unless they work here, but that wouldn't make it this fast. Your friend must be some kind of red tape fanatic."
Jim wondered who it was, certainly not Bones, until he came around the corner into the main offices and saw who was waiting patiently to one side. "Spock!"
Spock accepted the tackle hug with much more dignity than Jim gave it. "Oh, my god. You have no idea how glad I am to see you."
"And I you, James."
Jim smiled, kissing Spock's neck. "I missed you. It's been a month. I just... Can we get out of here?"
"Yes, It is not far to my residence."
"Good." Jim hugged Spock tightly before letting himself be led out.
~
Outside, the streets of San Francisco stretched around them in all directions, covered in a thin layer of fog. Jim gazed around, taking it all in.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to look at fog the same way again."
"Is this a good or bad development?" Spock asked, flagging down a cab.
"Neither, just... fog..."
Climbing into the cab, Spock gave the driver his address before pulling Jim close, kissing at Jim's neck.
"You were wrong," Jim said around a gasp.
"When was I wrong?"
"On the shuttle, I said 'We could have been friends under different circumstances.' and you said 'No meeting between us could ever be pleasurable.' You were wrong."
"That is not the precise quotation; however, you were correct. Different circumstances gave us an unbiased opportunity."
"I'm glad."
"Indeed. As am I."
The rest of the cab ride passed in a blur as Jim put everything he had into showing Spock everything he had missed this last month with his lips and tongue on Spock's.
Finally, they arrived, Spock leading the way out of the cab, and to his place. Jim was stunned when they got there.
"It's empty." Jim said, stunned.
"The majority of my belongings remained on my ship before it was destroyed."
"Spock, I'm going to enter Starfleet. I'm going to quit smuggling; I want to be with you."
"You are welcome to stay with me while you complete your studies."
"But what about your commission?"
"I intend to inform Starfleet that I have chosen a mate. There are regulations preventing the separation of members of a Vulcan pair-bond. I will teach at the academy for the next four years while you and your former partner, Leonard, complete your studies."
Jim grinned. "Spock. Have I told you how much I love you?"
"Yes; however, I would gladly hear it again."
Chuckling, Jim kissed Spock's cheek. "I love you." He walked backwards, drawing Spock towards the open door to the bedroom. The Spartan sheet and pillow lay crisply arranged beside a bare end table. "Just one thing."
"Yes?"
"After this, we are buying you some furniture, because this is absurd."
Spock smiled, "Whatever you desire you shall have."
"Good, because I want you to make love to me."
"Yes."
They kissed. Jim framed both his hands around Spock's face, pulling him close to shower him with love and affection.
Outside, the fog clouding the window made way for rain, dripping and spattering on the pane getting stronger as the pair of lovers dropped naked to the bed, rubbing and stroking. Face, chest, thighs, Jim explored Spock's body, hands brushing over every slope and valley of muscle. He felt each touch familiar and yet different. Now that he could remember his past, Spock's past.
They were the same people, but they were somehow more whole than they had been. Like someone had airbrushed all the shadows out of the picture, only now to turn them back on. The Spock and Jim of before had still been Spock and Jim; but now, they were more.
Jim loved that it hadn't changed them. The return of their memories hadn't pulled them apart. He'd never worried; but it felt like that was because it was something he'd forgotten to do.
Spock licked a stripe up his neck, biting into heated flesh, and Jim forgot all about introspection and focused on the moment. He watched, confused, as Spock pulled back, reaching for the bedside table until Spock returned, holding a small tube.
"Oh, fuck yes, Spock. Please."
Spock kissed him, delicious and just as hot as Jim felt. "Patience. I will care for you."
"Thought you already did."
Spock gave Jim's unrepentant grin and exasperated look.
"But you love me anyway."
"Yes, James. I do. I love you."
Jim's chest seized happily the way it always did when he got Spock to say it for him. How often he'd made Spock say it back in their little home, he should have been used to it, but he wasn't, and he never wanted to be. "Say it again?"
Spock smiled and indulged him. "I love you."
Spock's fingers, slick with lube, were coating Jim's entrance.
"I've never done this, you know."
Spock's gaze shot up, equal parts disbelieving and concerned.
"I haven't forgotten or anything. I just... before all of this, I fancied myself completely straight. I'd only kissed another man as a joke."
"I understand."
Jim returned the gentle kiss. "I just... thought you should know."
"Thank you." Spock's first finger was sliding inside, wet and easy it felt nice, much better with the extra help of a little lube than it had with only Spock's saliva.
At the second finger, Jim tensed up, remembering how uncomfortable this had been the last time.
"Relax."
"Sorry," Jim mumbled, struggling to obey.
Spock didn't move until Jim was ready. Waiting patiently for as long as Jim needed, petting Jim's side in soothing strokes as they both waited, kissing languidly as if just passing the time.
"Thank you." Jim sighed as Spock gave a tentative press.
"For?" He asked, when Jim didn't clench down again.
"Just... for being so understanding, for knowing what to do."
Spock kissed Jim again. "I love you."
"For knowing just what to say." Jim nuzzled Spock's cheek as Spock added a third finger. Jim concentrated on staying relaxed and pliant, accepting what Spock was trying to do. "This is nice."
"'Nice'?"
"Yeah? Is it supposed to be Ba- ah- Oh, that's what- Do that again."
With a self-satisfied smirk, Spock did. Jim could feel a dribble of pre-cum exactly matching every time Spock pressed against that gland inside him.
"Fuck, Spock. I'm ready. I'm ready. I want it."
Spock's fingers withdrew, and Jim felt unimaginably empty, loose and desperate to be filled again. Suddenly, it felt like Spock couldn't get there fast enough, but then he was there, pressing against Jim's hole, and it was okay. Jim released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
Pushing slowly inside, Spock hissed in Jim's ear, the sound mirroring Jim's feelings. "So... tight." Spock gritted. "James..."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know." Jim agreed, gulping at the air. He'd never felt so overwhelmed in his life. A tight, slick fist wrapped around Jim's cock and he moaned. The sensations in his ass starting to go from good to better. "I need-"
"Yes. Yes James," Spock groaned, and Jim couldn't stand how hot it was.
Spock began to move, their breath and their emotions mingling together. Emotions and pleasure carrying them up until Jim was soaring. Soaring on a plateau of love, need and lust.
"Harder." Jim begged, pulling Spock in and kissing him, breathless and close, getting closer with each hard thrust inside him. Spock's pistoning thrusts perfect, straight and accurate; Jim's cock drooling constantly against his stomach. Little spots of color floated across Jim's eyes, and he gasped. Light exploding from the back of his mind an carrying outwards across his skin as he started to cum, his cock jerking and shooting everything he had as Spock's length inside him began to pour burst after burst of cum, filling him up until Jim felt like he was ready to blow, an aftershock so strong it was like a second orgasm rushing through him as he trembled, whimpering under the onslaught.
~
Jim awoke to to the feeling of gentle fingers cleaning his legs and stomach. "I pass out?"
"Yes, for .76 minutes."
Jim hummed, snuggling into Spock's pillow. "Come back to bed?"
Spock set aside the damp cloth, lifting the sheet and climbing in beside his lover.
"Best sex ever." Jim said, kissing Spock slowly.
Spock hmm'd, eyes closed as Jim watched him, his expression peaceful.
"I don't think I could be happier."
"The sentiment is mutual," Spock mumbled.
"Hey, Spock, do you think we could visit Kevin tomorrow? I've been worried about him."
"Kevin is on the Enterprise, and will unlikely be able to entertain visitors; however, he has made a full recovery, although he has decided to keep the scar on his shoulder."
"Oh, well that's what I wanted to know. We'll have to comm him sometime."
"Indeed. Now, Sleep, James."
"Mm. I love it when you call me that," Jim said, tightening his grip one last time before letting himself drift towards sleep. For the first time in his life, he felt a path laid out before him. A guide giving his life focus and direction. He was more than happy to follow it everywhere, as long as Spock was by his side.
~The End~