Avatrek Supplemental, PG13, Kirk/Spock
Title: Avatarek (Supplemental)
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: Second installment of Avatrek to fulfill my help-haiti auction for Leri. This is what happens when Kirk runs off in the woods after the Vulcan.
Bones’ last words before he left were muttered, but he couldn’t care less if he heard or not. Bones’ had always taken care of him, but he understood why the older refused to follow. Pike had told Bones before, that Jim would have to be allowed to make his own mistakes.
Jim underestimates the size of a log and trips over it instead of leaping over it like he had planned. His boy impacts the hard ground face first and he groans. He pulls his legs down from where they’re bent over the fallen tree, and notices the gash in his leg has reopened, bringing pain with the streak of red across his thigh. He pushed himself up to stand, “Goddamn, that hurts.” he cursed, tearing a piece of hide off of his clothes and tying it tightly around the gash as the doctor had done days before. When he stood and brushed the dead leaves from his chest, he was greeted with the sight of the vulcan staring him down.
There was along moment during which they stared each other down, Jim trying not to stand on his injured leg, the vulcan with a collection pouch in hand, some sort of foliage in the other. The Way the vulcan stood gave Jim a view of his profile, the rise and fall of his green tinted chest apparent. He was tall, his muscles well defined, and he stood with a defensive nature.
After deciding that the unmoving Jim posed no threat, he placed the herb in his pouch and crouched down to continue his task. Jim took a hesitant step forward that seemed to go unnoticed, so he continued, and when he reached about six feet from the vulcan, he noticed the other male tense and stop working. He too stopped, “My name is James.” He produced before tanking another small step forward. The vulcan didn’t respond, so Jim stepped forward once more, and the crouching individual bolted. “Damnit.” Jim winced and took off after him, stopping briefly to grab the Vulcan’s discarded pouch before running after the other male.
Half-limping put a strain on Jim’s leg and he grew tired faster than he would have liked. Panting, he stumbled in pursuit of the other, and managed to get up just before the other was out of sight, “Slow down!” Jim yelled in vain, forcing himself to keep following.
Pushing through leaves and skirting the edges of herds of beasts proved difficult, especially at the pace of the vulcan. The Vulcan was getting further away, and Jim suspected it was because he knew the forest in that area, so they must have been nearing the Vulcan’s clan.
He did not notice, however, that the forest floor was no longer as damp and covered, but was growing sparse and even bare dry in places. When he burst past a tree and into a sparsely vegetated plain, he stumbled in surprise. The vulcan was now springing across the open area toward the now visible village. Retreating into safety. Jim knew better than to attempt to enter a village he didn’t belong to. He backed toward the forest’s edge and climbed a nearby tree as night fell.
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With morning, Jim woke to realize how much warmer it was outside the forest. He also recalled he hadn’t eaten since the previous morning, his stomach growling to concur with the thought. He peered across the sparse desert toward the village, where the first signs of life were showing in the movement of the clan members. If the plant collector was going out, it would be soon, before it got too hot out.
Sure enough, before the last flecks of gold disappeared with the onset of day, villagers began to filter out in different directions for their day’s tasks. The departing beings were much fewer than the many that left form Jim’s own village most days. As he mused on this, he didn’t notice the pair emerging from the village directly toward him. He withdrew further toward the heart of the tree he had perched in so that he might not be seen. The two weren’t approaching fast, at a leisurely walking pace, talking companionably.
Asp they neared the forest edge, Jim could define that one was the vulcan he’d been following and alongside him was a smaller female who looked like she must have been an outsider to the vulcan clan. Just outside the edge of the forest she turned to the male and kissed him. Jim was unable to withhold a gasp. He watched as the male remained tense, and showed no emotion when he mentioned his safe return and left her. “Spock.” She called after him, “Eywa watch over you.” She offered, then retreated toward the village.
Only when she was safely out of earshot did the male-- apparently Spock, look up and lock eyes with Jim. “You may descend now, she will not notice,” he spoke calmly and began walking slowly. It took Jim a moment to catch up before he leapt form the tree. Smooth flight, but the landing--not so much. He bend his knees to cushion his weight, but the injury to his leg flared in pain as he hit the ground, causing him to yelp and lose his balance.
Spock turned and crouched at Jim’s side, “You injured yourself yesterday. The rudimentary bandage was inadequate.” He maneuvered his pouch from where it had been attached around his waist, opening in it and pulling out a vial of green liquid. “This will lessen the pain and prevent infection.” he handed the vial to Jim.
“You’re a medic?”
“An herbologist.” Spock answered as Jim applied the medicine, returning the empty vial. “No, I will demand that you desist following me. I do not know you and I do not know why you choose to peruse mw, nor do I ask way.” Spock said and began to leave.
“Hey, wait,” Jim managed to stand up and sprint after the other, who stopped, albeit reluctantly. “My name’s James, but everyone calls me Jim.” He offered, walking around the taller male to face him, “Who was she?”
“She is my betrothed.”
“You didn’t seem very into her.” Jim scowled, then offered a knowing smile.
“It was arranged so that I will take over the clan when my father retires or leaves us.”
“You agreed to an arranged marriage?”
“Yes, it is for the good of my people.”
“How noble of you.” Jim scowled.
“You would not do the same?” Spock asked, seemingly genuinely interested. Either that, or offended. It was the first hint of emotion Jim had elicited from the taller male.
“No.” Jim explained plainly, “I think that taking an arranged marriage also deprives the other of their choice of mate. I am looking for a mate, so that I can take over the tribe, we have something in common.”
“Your father is leader of the Terran tribe?”
“No. My father is dead, but the leader chose me as the heir.”
“So you have abandoned you tribe to chase after me?”
“I want you as my mate.” The proclamation stunned the Vulcan to silence. Jim waited a reply but received none. Spock averted his eyes, peering deeper into the forest. Jim watched his tail flick nervously near the ground. After quite a long silence, Spock finally spoke, without looking at the Terran,
“I will ask once again that you no longer follow me.” His tone was quiet, but relentlessly polite. Jim had no response, and while he attempted to muster something remotely intelligent, Spock ran.
“Damnit!” Jim barked. Not very intelligent or sophisticated, but he had more important things to attend to. He rushed after the other, launching himself into a tree and following the other above the ground.
Jim concluded that Spock must know the forest well, to be so dexterous in his escape path. He dodged trees and foliage like he knew exactly where it would lie, no matter how limited his vision was.
Jim couldn’t remember how long they had been running until Spock stopped. Jim stilled too, and willed his labored breathing to near silence. Spock seemed to conclude that Jim had gone, and seated himself to rest. Jim slowly descended fomr the tree, his feet touching softly to the damp soil. HE attempted to sneak up on the vulcan, but no avail when Spock spoke up, “James, I have asked you several times to leave me.”
“I know.”
“Then you have no reason to ignore me.”
“I told you, I want you as my mate.”
“I am already betrothed.” Spock didn’t look at the other, only stared as a particularly bright pink flower.
“Betrothed, but not in love. I’m sure you’d rather wait to have a mate of your choosing.”
“Uhura is a suitable mate. She is intelligent and strong.”
“My clan doesn’t believe in arrange marriages. We are allowed to choose out own mate. The clan leader’s mate does not govern the clan, but governs the leader. We believe that the role of a clan’s mate is to care for the leader’s feelings. How can she care for your feelings if she doesn’t love you?” Jim offered, approaching the other.
Spock flinched visibly when Jim’s hand found his shoulder, laying there warmly. “It would be irresponsible of me to choose my own selfishness over the good of the clan.” Spock said plainly, as if it was obvious, though he somehow managed to attach some weight to the statement, as if Jim was wrong for thinking otherwise.
“I mean, think about her. By taking her as a mate, you’re keeping her from finding her true love.”
“She believes the welfare of the clan is important, same as I.”
“You’ll never know what it’s like to mate with feelings involved. My best friend, he told me it’s better than anything you can ever know.”
“He mated for love”
“Yeah, she ran off with their daughter though and was never hear from again.”
“Unfortunate.”
“Tell me about it. He’s a great doctor, he deserves better than her anyway. That’s nto the point though!” Jim seated himself beside Spock. “The point is: you should mate with me.”
“Your proposition is appealing, however I will not abandon my clan. By no means. My father would not hear of it. In addition, I am to be inaugurated tomorrow, I do not have much choice.”
“Oh.” Jim seemed to be placated. “Well, I suppose I’ll just be on my way then.” His voice was quiet, eyes dark as he stood. Spock watched his retreating footsteps until the smaller male disappeared out of sight.
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“Spock, it is truly remarkable, Spock, that you have achieved this role, despite your disadvantage.” Spock watched the high minister speak before hands were placed on his shoulders. He stepped away from them,
“Excuse me minister. To what disadvantage are you referring?”
“Your foreign mother.” Came the curt reply form the plump elder. Spock’s father’s eyes showed warning. A warning that Spock should once again, deny alliance and love for his mother..
“Elders, ministers, I must decline.” His father’s warning turned to a glare. Nobody said a word, all eyes were on him. Spock turned on a hell after a formal greeting, and left. He walked out of the meeting area, past the school, and out of the village. He walked across the plain as the sun set, and headed directly for the forest.
Sun set far too quickly for Spock to feel safe. He had never been alone in the forest over night, and though he was quite physically well adept, the forest was not exactly home terrain. As night fell, he maneuvered himself into a tree to rest for the night. For the first time since he was young, he doubted his own decisions.
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Jim wasn’t in any particular hurry to get back to the clan. After all, Bones hadn’t even bothered to come after him. They all probably thought he was dead, and even if they didn’t, he would come back and still be without a mate.
He wandered aimlessly thought the forest until nightfall. The forest cooled, and he was suddenly all too aware of the danger of being alone, especially at night. Not only were the fierce coughing bark of viper wolves menacing enough, but thanators could easily tear him out of a tree that would be a safe haven from most creatures. If, by accident he had invaded a tanator matriarch’s territory, he would be killed before he could comprehend what had happened.
He slept fitfully that night.
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Spock woke slowly, the forest being less bright in the morning than his quarters back at the village. Once he came too, he deftly leapt from the tree, not knowing what to do at this point. Should he return to the clan, he would surely be the victim of negative judgment, if he was even welcome to return at all. He knew, if anyone his mother wouldn’t turn him away, but because she was an outsider, her voice stood alone from the rest of the clan.
Why had he even left in the first place? He was sure his mother was not offended by being considered a disadvantage, so why had he behaved as such. He knew his father would surely not be pleased with his decision, and of course Uhura, he had ruined her future.
Or had he?
Had he been limiting her future by mating with her, as James had been so convinced? Had Spock actually given the young female more opportunity by leaving? He had no way of telling, unless he returned.
He started off, away from the now barely visible village.
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When Jim woke, he was relieve to have made it through the night, even after scaring himself to sleep. He descended form the tree to find no pain in his leg. Spock had been right. Though the wound was still prominent on his thigh, it had begun to heal.
But where to go from here? Should he return to the clan? Should he try to return to Spock? Days had passed, he had likely been inaugurated already and wouldn’t be in the forest. Should he visit the Vulcan clan? Would Spock permit him to even be there?
Going forward was always better than going back.
He headed back from the direction in which he came, broken branches and maimed floristry leading his way.
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The days seemed long to Spock, when he was wandering, they always had. He followed the subtle signs of life through the forest, footprints, churned soil and even the slightest disrupted foliage in no particular hurry. Perhaps after a few days, he could return to the clan, after a new leader had been chosen he could simply become an inconsequential ally, after words of his disloyalty had died down.\
But where was he going now? Following the path he suspected James had forged after they had parted. He hardly knew James, so why was he so intent on finding the terran? If he thought long enough, he might have come to the conclusion that James had been right, but he didn’t, and instead focused on classifying to foliage around him.
His mind consumed with scientific analysis, Spock continued until the sun began to set, cooling the atmosphere. Finally relenting his observation, he ascended a tree to rest.
The sight that greeted him in the canopy, well, was distinctly unexpected. A familiar face that belonged to a sleeping terran.
“James.” He spoke, not intending to startle the other. When no response came, he repeated himself louder, summoning the other to return to consciousness. When James hazily opened his eyes and propped himself up, there was a moment when realization shone in his blue eyes,
“Spock?”
“Yes.”
“What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be doing clan stuff?”
“You were right, James.”
“It’s Jim.”
“Uhura will be limited by my mating with her.”
“Okay?” The question came out groggily. Spock could sense the other losing patience.
“I would like you to reconsider your offer.” Spock spoke quickly, as id he might change his mind if he was too slow.
“Whaa?” Jim was obviously not catching on.
“I would like to mate with you.” Jim noted the gravity the other somehow mustered out of nowhere, once again. Spock watched Jim for a long moment, neither moving or speaking, he could tell the terran was carefully mulling over the idea.
Spock wasn’t sure how long had passed before Jim sat up completely and reached behind him, maneuvering his queue around him to hold out to the taller male. Spock reached for his own and held his out as well, watching as the cilia entwined, eliciting a gasp form Jim.
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Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: Second installment of Avatrek to fulfill my help-haiti auction for Leri. This is what happens when Kirk runs off in the woods after the Vulcan.
Bones’ last words before he left were muttered, but he couldn’t care less if he heard or not. Bones’ had always taken care of him, but he understood why the older refused to follow. Pike had told Bones before, that Jim would have to be allowed to make his own mistakes.
Jim underestimates the size of a log and trips over it instead of leaping over it like he had planned. His boy impacts the hard ground face first and he groans. He pulls his legs down from where they’re bent over the fallen tree, and notices the gash in his leg has reopened, bringing pain with the streak of red across his thigh. He pushed himself up to stand, “Goddamn, that hurts.” he cursed, tearing a piece of hide off of his clothes and tying it tightly around the gash as the doctor had done days before. When he stood and brushed the dead leaves from his chest, he was greeted with the sight of the vulcan staring him down.
There was along moment during which they stared each other down, Jim trying not to stand on his injured leg, the vulcan with a collection pouch in hand, some sort of foliage in the other. The Way the vulcan stood gave Jim a view of his profile, the rise and fall of his green tinted chest apparent. He was tall, his muscles well defined, and he stood with a defensive nature.
After deciding that the unmoving Jim posed no threat, he placed the herb in his pouch and crouched down to continue his task. Jim took a hesitant step forward that seemed to go unnoticed, so he continued, and when he reached about six feet from the vulcan, he noticed the other male tense and stop working. He too stopped, “My name is James.” He produced before tanking another small step forward. The vulcan didn’t respond, so Jim stepped forward once more, and the crouching individual bolted. “Damnit.” Jim winced and took off after him, stopping briefly to grab the Vulcan’s discarded pouch before running after the other male.
Half-limping put a strain on Jim’s leg and he grew tired faster than he would have liked. Panting, he stumbled in pursuit of the other, and managed to get up just before the other was out of sight, “Slow down!” Jim yelled in vain, forcing himself to keep following.
Pushing through leaves and skirting the edges of herds of beasts proved difficult, especially at the pace of the vulcan. The Vulcan was getting further away, and Jim suspected it was because he knew the forest in that area, so they must have been nearing the Vulcan’s clan.
He did not notice, however, that the forest floor was no longer as damp and covered, but was growing sparse and even bare dry in places. When he burst past a tree and into a sparsely vegetated plain, he stumbled in surprise. The vulcan was now springing across the open area toward the now visible village. Retreating into safety. Jim knew better than to attempt to enter a village he didn’t belong to. He backed toward the forest’s edge and climbed a nearby tree as night fell.
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With morning, Jim woke to realize how much warmer it was outside the forest. He also recalled he hadn’t eaten since the previous morning, his stomach growling to concur with the thought. He peered across the sparse desert toward the village, where the first signs of life were showing in the movement of the clan members. If the plant collector was going out, it would be soon, before it got too hot out.
Sure enough, before the last flecks of gold disappeared with the onset of day, villagers began to filter out in different directions for their day’s tasks. The departing beings were much fewer than the many that left form Jim’s own village most days. As he mused on this, he didn’t notice the pair emerging from the village directly toward him. He withdrew further toward the heart of the tree he had perched in so that he might not be seen. The two weren’t approaching fast, at a leisurely walking pace, talking companionably.
Asp they neared the forest edge, Jim could define that one was the vulcan he’d been following and alongside him was a smaller female who looked like she must have been an outsider to the vulcan clan. Just outside the edge of the forest she turned to the male and kissed him. Jim was unable to withhold a gasp. He watched as the male remained tense, and showed no emotion when he mentioned his safe return and left her. “Spock.” She called after him, “Eywa watch over you.” She offered, then retreated toward the village.
Only when she was safely out of earshot did the male-- apparently Spock, look up and lock eyes with Jim. “You may descend now, she will not notice,” he spoke calmly and began walking slowly. It took Jim a moment to catch up before he leapt form the tree. Smooth flight, but the landing--not so much. He bend his knees to cushion his weight, but the injury to his leg flared in pain as he hit the ground, causing him to yelp and lose his balance.
Spock turned and crouched at Jim’s side, “You injured yourself yesterday. The rudimentary bandage was inadequate.” He maneuvered his pouch from where it had been attached around his waist, opening in it and pulling out a vial of green liquid. “This will lessen the pain and prevent infection.” he handed the vial to Jim.
“You’re a medic?”
“An herbologist.” Spock answered as Jim applied the medicine, returning the empty vial. “No, I will demand that you desist following me. I do not know you and I do not know why you choose to peruse mw, nor do I ask way.” Spock said and began to leave.
“Hey, wait,” Jim managed to stand up and sprint after the other, who stopped, albeit reluctantly. “My name’s James, but everyone calls me Jim.” He offered, walking around the taller male to face him, “Who was she?”
“She is my betrothed.”
“You didn’t seem very into her.” Jim scowled, then offered a knowing smile.
“It was arranged so that I will take over the clan when my father retires or leaves us.”
“You agreed to an arranged marriage?”
“Yes, it is for the good of my people.”
“How noble of you.” Jim scowled.
“You would not do the same?” Spock asked, seemingly genuinely interested. Either that, or offended. It was the first hint of emotion Jim had elicited from the taller male.
“No.” Jim explained plainly, “I think that taking an arranged marriage also deprives the other of their choice of mate. I am looking for a mate, so that I can take over the tribe, we have something in common.”
“Your father is leader of the Terran tribe?”
“No. My father is dead, but the leader chose me as the heir.”
“So you have abandoned you tribe to chase after me?”
“I want you as my mate.” The proclamation stunned the Vulcan to silence. Jim waited a reply but received none. Spock averted his eyes, peering deeper into the forest. Jim watched his tail flick nervously near the ground. After quite a long silence, Spock finally spoke, without looking at the Terran,
“I will ask once again that you no longer follow me.” His tone was quiet, but relentlessly polite. Jim had no response, and while he attempted to muster something remotely intelligent, Spock ran.
“Damnit!” Jim barked. Not very intelligent or sophisticated, but he had more important things to attend to. He rushed after the other, launching himself into a tree and following the other above the ground.
Jim concluded that Spock must know the forest well, to be so dexterous in his escape path. He dodged trees and foliage like he knew exactly where it would lie, no matter how limited his vision was.
Jim couldn’t remember how long they had been running until Spock stopped. Jim stilled too, and willed his labored breathing to near silence. Spock seemed to conclude that Jim had gone, and seated himself to rest. Jim slowly descended fomr the tree, his feet touching softly to the damp soil. HE attempted to sneak up on the vulcan, but no avail when Spock spoke up, “James, I have asked you several times to leave me.”
“I know.”
“Then you have no reason to ignore me.”
“I told you, I want you as my mate.”
“I am already betrothed.” Spock didn’t look at the other, only stared as a particularly bright pink flower.
“Betrothed, but not in love. I’m sure you’d rather wait to have a mate of your choosing.”
“Uhura is a suitable mate. She is intelligent and strong.”
“My clan doesn’t believe in arrange marriages. We are allowed to choose out own mate. The clan leader’s mate does not govern the clan, but governs the leader. We believe that the role of a clan’s mate is to care for the leader’s feelings. How can she care for your feelings if she doesn’t love you?” Jim offered, approaching the other.
Spock flinched visibly when Jim’s hand found his shoulder, laying there warmly. “It would be irresponsible of me to choose my own selfishness over the good of the clan.” Spock said plainly, as if it was obvious, though he somehow managed to attach some weight to the statement, as if Jim was wrong for thinking otherwise.
“I mean, think about her. By taking her as a mate, you’re keeping her from finding her true love.”
“She believes the welfare of the clan is important, same as I.”
“You’ll never know what it’s like to mate with feelings involved. My best friend, he told me it’s better than anything you can ever know.”
“He mated for love”
“Yeah, she ran off with their daughter though and was never hear from again.”
“Unfortunate.”
“Tell me about it. He’s a great doctor, he deserves better than her anyway. That’s nto the point though!” Jim seated himself beside Spock. “The point is: you should mate with me.”
“Your proposition is appealing, however I will not abandon my clan. By no means. My father would not hear of it. In addition, I am to be inaugurated tomorrow, I do not have much choice.”
“Oh.” Jim seemed to be placated. “Well, I suppose I’ll just be on my way then.” His voice was quiet, eyes dark as he stood. Spock watched his retreating footsteps until the smaller male disappeared out of sight.
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“Spock, it is truly remarkable, Spock, that you have achieved this role, despite your disadvantage.” Spock watched the high minister speak before hands were placed on his shoulders. He stepped away from them,
“Excuse me minister. To what disadvantage are you referring?”
“Your foreign mother.” Came the curt reply form the plump elder. Spock’s father’s eyes showed warning. A warning that Spock should once again, deny alliance and love for his mother..
“Elders, ministers, I must decline.” His father’s warning turned to a glare. Nobody said a word, all eyes were on him. Spock turned on a hell after a formal greeting, and left. He walked out of the meeting area, past the school, and out of the village. He walked across the plain as the sun set, and headed directly for the forest.
Sun set far too quickly for Spock to feel safe. He had never been alone in the forest over night, and though he was quite physically well adept, the forest was not exactly home terrain. As night fell, he maneuvered himself into a tree to rest for the night. For the first time since he was young, he doubted his own decisions.
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Jim wasn’t in any particular hurry to get back to the clan. After all, Bones hadn’t even bothered to come after him. They all probably thought he was dead, and even if they didn’t, he would come back and still be without a mate.
He wandered aimlessly thought the forest until nightfall. The forest cooled, and he was suddenly all too aware of the danger of being alone, especially at night. Not only were the fierce coughing bark of viper wolves menacing enough, but thanators could easily tear him out of a tree that would be a safe haven from most creatures. If, by accident he had invaded a tanator matriarch’s territory, he would be killed before he could comprehend what had happened.
He slept fitfully that night.
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Spock woke slowly, the forest being less bright in the morning than his quarters back at the village. Once he came too, he deftly leapt from the tree, not knowing what to do at this point. Should he return to the clan, he would surely be the victim of negative judgment, if he was even welcome to return at all. He knew, if anyone his mother wouldn’t turn him away, but because she was an outsider, her voice stood alone from the rest of the clan.
Why had he even left in the first place? He was sure his mother was not offended by being considered a disadvantage, so why had he behaved as such. He knew his father would surely not be pleased with his decision, and of course Uhura, he had ruined her future.
Or had he?
Had he been limiting her future by mating with her, as James had been so convinced? Had Spock actually given the young female more opportunity by leaving? He had no way of telling, unless he returned.
He started off, away from the now barely visible village.
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When Jim woke, he was relieve to have made it through the night, even after scaring himself to sleep. He descended form the tree to find no pain in his leg. Spock had been right. Though the wound was still prominent on his thigh, it had begun to heal.
But where to go from here? Should he return to the clan? Should he try to return to Spock? Days had passed, he had likely been inaugurated already and wouldn’t be in the forest. Should he visit the Vulcan clan? Would Spock permit him to even be there?
Going forward was always better than going back.
He headed back from the direction in which he came, broken branches and maimed floristry leading his way.
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The days seemed long to Spock, when he was wandering, they always had. He followed the subtle signs of life through the forest, footprints, churned soil and even the slightest disrupted foliage in no particular hurry. Perhaps after a few days, he could return to the clan, after a new leader had been chosen he could simply become an inconsequential ally, after words of his disloyalty had died down.\
But where was he going now? Following the path he suspected James had forged after they had parted. He hardly knew James, so why was he so intent on finding the terran? If he thought long enough, he might have come to the conclusion that James had been right, but he didn’t, and instead focused on classifying to foliage around him.
His mind consumed with scientific analysis, Spock continued until the sun began to set, cooling the atmosphere. Finally relenting his observation, he ascended a tree to rest.
The sight that greeted him in the canopy, well, was distinctly unexpected. A familiar face that belonged to a sleeping terran.
“James.” He spoke, not intending to startle the other. When no response came, he repeated himself louder, summoning the other to return to consciousness. When James hazily opened his eyes and propped himself up, there was a moment when realization shone in his blue eyes,
“Spock?”
“Yes.”
“What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be doing clan stuff?”
“You were right, James.”
“It’s Jim.”
“Uhura will be limited by my mating with her.”
“Okay?” The question came out groggily. Spock could sense the other losing patience.
“I would like you to reconsider your offer.” Spock spoke quickly, as id he might change his mind if he was too slow.
“Whaa?” Jim was obviously not catching on.
“I would like to mate with you.” Jim noted the gravity the other somehow mustered out of nowhere, once again. Spock watched Jim for a long moment, neither moving or speaking, he could tell the terran was carefully mulling over the idea.
Spock wasn’t sure how long had passed before Jim sat up completely and reached behind him, maneuvering his queue around him to hold out to the taller male. Spock reached for his own and held his out as well, watching as the cilia entwined, eliciting a gasp form Jim.
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