Part 1: This was prompted by a tumblr user. This was written pretty quickly, so please tell me of any mistakes.
The crew of the Enterprise was on home leave. Well, some of them were.
Spock had not been on Earth for years. He could remember visiting his mother's family during his childhood only a few times. He could remember the taunting of the human children and the unusual customs of the humans. For four years in his adulthood, he attended Starfleet Academy on Earth and there was no difference to how he had been treated. It was a simple fact that Spock simply did not enjoy Earth. He did not enjoy forced leave, either, and he predicted these next few days would be unbearable.
The crew had separated on arrival. Some of them went to bars, some of them to see family, and some just to enjoy being home. Jim had, of course, stuck with Spock throughout the whole day until he was called back on the ship for an emergency Spock suspected was not critical at all and would not have happened if he were still on board. So, by sunset, Spock was alone in the bar where Jim had left him.
Spock denied that he felt any emotion akin to loneliness. To feel would be a human weakness – a flaw. And Spock definitely was in control as he watched the uniformed officers walk out of the bar with a new companion on their arm. He looked down at the tea he had ordered 1.34 hours ago. It was no doubt cold and the taste would not be desirable. He left it at the table with his last few credits as sufficient pay and extra as a tip to the hospitable waiter. No one noticed him leave.
It was mid-July but the temperature was still cold for a Vulcan. Jim had tried getting Spock to bring a jacket so he wouldn't freeze when the temperature dropped at night when they planned to head back to their hotel room but Spock was stubborn.
Drop
A small spot on the sidewalk in front of Spock was suddenly wet.
Drop
He felt it on his head.
Drop
Spock looked up to see where the water was coming from but another drop of water met his eye. It would be the first time Spock would be exposed to rain and he did not look forward to it. Vulcans were not accustomed to water and as the raindrops started falling faster and more frequently, Spock quickened his pace. Now he regretted not having the jacket or any more credits to pay for public transportation.
The sky was dark, the streets shining with rain bouncing off of it and collecting in puddles Spock had to step in. How anyone could find this romantic, Spock was clueless. To him, it was nothing more than having his clothes stick to him and a nuisance. Running, he found, had no effect on how wet he would become. There was no way to avoid being drenched. He focused straight ahead, his only thoughts a warm bed and the possibility of Jim returning to him.
When a hand touched his shoulder, it came as a surprise. Spock had not heard the approaching footsteps over the light splashing of the rain and he had been the only person on the streets besides a few passing cars. Spinning around, he felt all of his tension melt away. Jim was smiling at him, his hazel eyes warm and comforting (like always) and held an umbrella over his head.
"I've been looking for you," he said. Spock did not reply. "Why are you out here in the rain? You're going to catch your death."
"I did not have any other way to return to the hotel."
Jim laughed and shook his head. "So you decided to dodge raindrops instead of waiting for me?"
"There was no certainty that you would return."
"Spock," Jim said, holding up two fingers. "I'll always come back to you."
Spock gratefully matched his fingers in a kiss. Suddenly, the rain was insignificant.