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imagine jim in his late 70s, retired and happily living with his hubby. spock, who is still capable for many years to come, awakens early to go to teach at the academy every morning. imagine the morning routine of spock waking up, jim rousing as soon as he does with a snort. he gets up even though he doesn’t have to, hair sticking up in the air as he drags himself to make fresh coffee and boil the water for spock. jim dresses in jeans and a clean shirt, while spock adorns the teacher’s uniform. they clean up one after the other in their little bathroom before sitting at their kitchen table. while jim has taken to cooking as a new healthy passtime, breakfast is simply from the replicator. They eat peacefully, jim playing tootsie under the table while spock reads over some reports. spock knows a part of jim still wishes to teach, but his memory was deteriorating and so the academy has him as a guest lecturer on occasion instead. thus, spock would always tell him about the students and his teachings when he came home. jim would always have a warm dinner ready for him, let him know of his day of shopping in the neighbourhood and discussing some new hobby he would drop in a weeks time. spock never complained, especially not for their intimacies that kept getting better and better.

so when it came time for another enterprise to take off, jim was called to ‘cut the ribbon’, leaving spock at home alone. he was aware of their routines and rituals, jim’s mannerisms and enthusiasms, but it always hit hard to have him gone. he knew jim would return in short time, but it irked him to be apart. his bond ached, like he knew something was wrong. he knew jim would tell him to follow his gut instinct. he called the station. he barely got a word in before great pain hit him. his bond was still there, but it was so strained. it was then that he learned… about the nexus.

(via spirkian)

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Aug 05, 2016

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