Written for the Old Married Spirk Challenge.
What if Nu!Spock wasn't the one to find Spock Prime in the shuttle hanger. What if it was... someone else.
A big fluffy fix it.
Kirk/Spock SlashOther Languages:
Established Relationship, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, RomanceTrope (OPTIONAL):
Also has a vid version: http://silver-thyla.tumblr.com/post/132329417706/an-au-ending-for-generations-you-may-need-to
1. Chapter 1 by Silver-thyla
2. Epilogue by Silver-thyla
Chapter 1 by Silver-thyla
James T. Kirk was once again to be the captain of the Enterprise. From a balcony high above the auditoriam Spock watched the young man turn and aknowledge the applause which filled the space and rose up to him. He nodded slowly, then turned away.
There were more people in the huge shuttle hanger than he had expected, but they were all engaged in their tasks and paid little attention to one old lonely vulcan wandering along the rows, doing nothing to be noticed. He walked slowly, trying not to note all the differences between the time he had lived in and now.
The voice was surely too soft to carry over the general hubbub around him, but he heard it as clearly as if the man was standing right next to him. That voice, that voice he knew. He turned, looking to where it had come from.
Jim, his Jim stood there, a smile breaking over his face
He knew his face must be displaying most unvulcan shock, because Jim’s smile grew even fonder. He could do nothing but mirror the expression.
Stride by stride they closed the distance which separated them untill they were face to face.Spock stood there, mentally drinking in that long lost face.
“I thought I was going to die” Jim’s voice was thick with emotions: current relief, the echo of previous pain, disbelief…joy.
It roused his own emotions, and he let them tinge his response, holding Jim’s eyes as he spoke, projecting the depth of belief and sincerity behind them .“Not possible, you were never alone.”
“Spock…” One word, one simple word, spoken barely above a whisper, yet which conveyed so much.
But here was not the place to release all those emotions. He carried on speaking, aiming for a lighter tone “You have forgotten the very sense of what we are. More than a marriage… the binding of our very katras together forever, a tie that cannot even be truly severed by bodily death. No force in the universe would be able to break it.”
He had to stop, his heart too full to control. Jim reached out then and pulled him into a tight embrace, which he returned. Emotional, maybe, but the cause was more than sufficient.
The requested addition to help everything make a little more sense
he bay was as beautiful as it ever had been, the setting sun catching the water, turning it to liquid gold.
They sat on a bench just removed from the waterside. In another time, another bench in the same spot had been a favoured relaxing spot for two senior Starfleet officer/instructers after long days in the office. It was peaceful, removed from all the cares and stress of life, or at least it appeared so. That had always been enough.
“How?” Spock broke the silence that had outwardly existed between them, and arched his eyebrow at the responding chuckle
“I expected that question to be the first thing off your lips, instead it's taken” Jim shifted his arm so the old fashioned watch on his wrist became disable “Over an hour.”
“Not much of that time has been spent talking Jim.” The sound of the name being spoken in his voice was wonderful, but more wonderful was the answering t'hy'la which poured through the bond, full of warmth and life, like the first true spring day after a bitter winter. For the past hour they had walked through San Francisco, all around the bay, simply reveling in the restored connection. Questions, challenges to the emotions had been illogical. Now, as the glow of relief faded into a normality, he allowed his logic to come forwards.
“How are you here? You death is recorded as part of a Space accident on Enterprise-B's maiden voyage.”
Jim glanced at him “Death, Spock? Did you believe that?”
No, no he hadn't believed it. The bond hadn't severed properly, it had been more like it was suddenly wrenched at Jim's end, wrenched until it had to tear under the force. Even in the agony of the tearing, he remembered insisting to the healers that Jim was still alive, that if they just let him try, he could find his t'hy'la.
“Picard sent me a message...” He trailed off, keeping the rest of the sentance in his mind alone That you'd died on Veridian Three.
His katra had rejected the idea even then, insisting that Jim was still alive. He'd gradually got used to the nagging, or learned to ignore it, appearing to believe with everyone else that his t'hy'la was beyond recall.
He simply turned to Jim, repeating the question through the bond. Finally, his bond-mate took pity on him.
“I'll tell you all I know, but I warn you that it likely won't make much sense. The Enterprise-B ran into an entity of some kind, an energy field. In damaging the ship, it swept me up too. Then there was nothing, blackness. Like McCaffrey'sbetween but without the cold.”
Spock nodded, Amanda had read some of those books to him, had jokingly asked him to look out for the dragons on his surveys.
“I have no idea how long I was there, time has no meaning when there is nothing but blackness. Then there was a humming, and next thing I was in a transporter room...sharing the pad with a woman and a beagle,Goodness knows why.” Jim paused for a chuckle “anyway, the transporter station was unmanned, so I took the chance to slip out, followed my instincts, and found you.”
Spock watched as the jolliness of a story teller melted away into uneasiness
“Do you believe me?”
He gave a gentle nod, letting assurance, love, reassurance, never-leave-me, never-leave-you pour through their bond. Jim shifted closer on the bench until they were pressed together. Spock felt him rest his gray curled head on his shoulder, and tilted his own to snuggle over it, slipping his arm around his t'hy'la's shoulder and holding him close.
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