And here’s the final part, thanks for indulging me. It may end up at AO3. And for photos, I just wanted to use these even though it doesn’t really go with the story HA HA. Maybe this is what they wear to the wedding when it happens. With pointy ears of course.
Jim felt full for the first time in a long time. Maybe Bones was right and he should eat more. The thing was he didn’t enjoy cooking for just himself so he spent most nights at his office at HQ late into the night until, really, he had to go home and face his empty apartment. He survived on coffee, mostly, at HQ, and when he got home he didn’t want a big meal right before bed, so he had the replicator make himself something small like toast.
He was outside by himself, in Bones’ front yard, actually. It was a little chillier than he’d thought it would be considering how warm it had been during the day. Inside he could hear Bones, Shayla, and Joanna washing dishes in the kitchen. It was too fucking cute, is what it was. Jim was glad Bones was happy. Even if it meant Bones was no longer just down the hall from him.
When they’d first returned from that last mission Bones and Shayla had an apartment in the same building, literally down the hall from his. But Bones wanted to live closer to Jo, which Jim totally didn’t blame him, and pretty soon they were moving to Georgia.
Jim hated all the changes. And he was way lonelier than he’d thought he would be. But well, that was life wasn’t it?
He was about to turn and go back into the house when the hover car appeared just a few houses down. Jim stopped to watch it. He was more than a little surprised when a small Vulcan boy appeared. He looked to be just over three years old. He had the typical bowl cut, though his hair was not as dark as most Vulcans, and the cutest little pointed ears. He was dressed in jeans and a buttoned down shirt, rather than the Vulcan robes one might expect. He carried what appeared to be a stuffed sehlat.
Jim could not help but smile at the boy as he approached Jim with a very serious expression.
The boy held up his hand in the ta’al. “Live long and prosper.”
Jim returned the gesture. “Peace and long life.”
He crouched down to the boys level then.
“Would it be considered illogical to embrace you?” the boy asked.
Jim’s smile widened. “Absolutely not. It’s entirely logical.”
The Vulcan boy nodded and then leaned forward to wrap his small arms around Jim. Jim returned the hug tightly.
Then he pulled back. “Where is your sa-mekh?”
“He is coming.”
Jim straightened as Spock was walking from the direction the little Vulcan had come from.
“Hey,” Jim said softly.
As Spock reached him, Jim heard the front door open behind him.
“I didn’t know you were coming.”
“It was difficult to finish in time, but I did not wish to miss Leonard’s wedding,” Spock told him. He was dressed in black jeans and a black sweater.
Jim grabbed the collar of Spock’s sweater and kissed him thoroughly.
“Get a room,” Bones called from the front porch.
Jim laughed and then kissed Spock again. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“And I you, Adun.”
“If you avert your eyes, it is easier,” Jim’s son said to Bones.
“Yes, but your Dad is a noisy kisser, I can still hear him.”
“Oh, be quiet,” Jim said, throwing his arms around Spock’s neck. “So, do you have to go back?”
“Negative. Not for several months. We will return to our home in San Francisco with you.”
“How come you didn’t tell me?”
“We didn’t want to get your hopes up, Jim, in case Spock couldn’t make it happen.”
“Well, it’s a great surprise.” Jim turned from Spock and reached down to scoop up the Vulcan boy. He kissed his son soundly on the boy’s cheek, laughing when he made a face. “Now, it’s a vacation!”