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While the AO3 crashes and burns from yuletide signups, I will bow to peer pressure from zap_rousdar  and steal this thing from her and bogged.

~*HAPPY FICMAS CARD CLAIM POST*~
Instead of sending holiday cards, I want to write you a story. It will be at least 500 words, knowing me probably at least 2 or 3 thousand words. If you don't celebrate Christmas, it will be a

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K/S -- Rally to Restore Sanity AU -- Treeple (1/2)

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This -- Spock needed more personal space. This was not enough space. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on the proceedings and the music when people chattered around him, pressed against him, their thoughts and excitement and unsent texts and tweets flooding through the constant skin-to-skin contact --

fuck he’s hot no shut up Jim gotta climb the tree get up the fucking tree this shit’s gonna be awesome don’t look at him fuck he’s looking no he’s looking at that girl with the knit hat or something he kind of looks like an NYU guy all angles and grey scarves and skinny jeans and hipster glasses probably has a bisexual performance artist girlfriend up at no no he’s definitely got an eye for the Tisch type or fuck am I looking at him too much FOCUS ON THE TREE JIM GOTTA FOCUS fuck his hair is gorgeous

Spock coughed and nearly doubled over, having made only the briefest of contact with the man rushing towards him and then past him to begin climbing a nearby tree.

“Aw shit, he’s climing the tree!” someone pointed out to those still uselessly craning to see the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear Jumbotrons off in the distance. “Go, plaid dude, go!”

“Fuck, he’s not gonna make it,” someone else next to Spock said as everyone in the immediate vicinity looked up at Plaid Dude slowly climbing up the tree. “Come on, man, grab on! Someone help him!”

Spock clapped quietly once Plaid Dude of the many snap judgments and emotions reached the tree and could be forgotten --

“Hey! Grey scarf! Hipster glasses! Hey!”

Spock looked up and saw Plaid Dude leaning down from the tree.

“Can you see okay? You should come up here, the view’s great!” he called down.

“There are too many others on that level of the tree with you,” Spock called back.

“Oh, good, that’s not a no,” Plaid Dude replied with an easy grin. “I’ll make room for you, we’ll sit up on these other branches up here,” he added, motioning to the complex joining of branches just over his head. “Do they look sturdy from down there? I think I’m still a little fucked up on adrenaline.”

“I’ll get up there with you, I don’t care!” someone else yelled up to Plaid Dude, who raised an eyebrow in interest but looked back to Spock.

“I will join you momentarily,” Spock called up.

Spock realized getting up the tree was much more of an emotional trial than a physical one for him -- where Plaid Dude and the others who had climbed other trees in Washington’s National Mall simply had to use their limited climbing skills to reach the lowest possible sitting level of the tree, Spock had to raise his shields and block the projections hitting him from every angle. People cheered for him, hoped for him, screamed at him, desired him, thought of sabotaging him, recorded his movements on video cameras, and thought manifold thoughts at him, but he glanced up momentarily to ensure Plaid Dude was still there and that cleared his head momentarily.

“You made that look so easy,” Plaid Dude breathed as he took Spock’s hand and helped him get comfortable on the tree. “Hold on, I’m gonna grab my stuff and head up for that other branch. Come with me?”

“I should warn you,” Spock said as Plaid Dude sat on the upper level and settled his backpack as a cushion behind him. “I am a touch telepath and prolonged contact --”

“Did you come up here for a better view of the rally or because you think I’m hot?” Plaid Dude asked Spock. The other young men in the tree turned around to look at them and then turned back to the performance broadcast on the Jumbotrons.

“They are not mutually exclusive,” Spock said carefully.

“Then get up here and telepath the fuck out of me,” Plaid Dude laughed as he extended a hand and helped Spock up to the next level. “Jim Kirk, by the way. I knew you were an NYU student, just from the look of you -- didn’t know you were part of the AEP until you mentioned the telepath thing.”