Day One
Adrastea is one of the most beautiful planets I have ever been to. I know it's technically a moon, but whatever. Seriously, Risa doesn't have shit on this place. Sulu is going insane over the foliage here. There's this one flower, especially. It's huge and it has these long, blueish-black petals with bits of sea foam green just shooting through them. We've started referring to it as the "Spock Flower". But it's nowhere near as beautiful as you are.
All my loving,
Jim
Spock tapped the screen of his PADD, enlarging the attached photograph. Sulu and Jim stood on either side of a bush filled with the mentioned flowers. Jim's hand was positioned in a slightly askew version of the Vulcan greeting and Sulu was using his fingers to pull his eyebrows into a very Vulcan slant, though the smile on his face was throwing the look off a bit.
Any other Vulcan would have found the picture highly offensive, but he had learned long ago to decipher between jokes derived from hatred and those derived from fondness. Spock found the photograph not only amusing, but endearing as well.
Later that night, Spock slid his hand over the photograph, making sure the print-out stuck to the wall perfectly. It stuck out against the empty, crisp white walls of his bedroom, but he felt it was an acceptable starter piece.
Day Four
The first draft of the property division charter has been written out. However, the Metisians and the Adrasteans still can't agree over this little moon, Amalthea. Tomorrow, we're heading out there with representatives to see who is closer. It makes sense to give the moon to the closer planet, right? I'm trying so hard to think like you would but, as we both know, logic isn't my strong point. I wish you were here to help.
All my loving,
Jim
Spock allowed himself a small sigh, shaking his head. He, too, desperately wished he could be down there with Jim. However, scans of Adrastea and Metis revealed an atmosphere that could pose harmful to his health. It was a painful decision, but one that, as Jim had said, "made the most sense'.
He brought up the rough draft of the charter as he reclined in his bed, studying ever detail carefully. Jim had done an impressive job, his legal terminology having improved greatly. Bringing up the details on Amalthea, he deduced that while Jim's logic was sound, it would be more logical to surrender the moon to the planet that could benefit most from its resources.
Spock kept that part out of his reply, however. Jim was intelligent and would no doubt take that into consideration should the problem arise.
As he set the PADD aside, he made no attempt to quell the wave of pride that washed over him.
Day Nine
Last night, the Adrasteans had a huge gathering to celebrate the completion of the charter. It was insane! All the streets were shut down and turned into a giant carnival. There were rides for the kids and food vendors and music everywhere! I may or may not have danced with the Ambassador's daughter. It was to keep the peace, I promise, she didn't even touch me. They had a huge feast at night in the Federation's honor. They had this dessert and I can seriously only describe it as chocolate rice pudding. It looked really weird, but it was so good. But then I thought about how your cheeks flush when you've had a little too much chocolate and it kind of lost its appeal to me. Chocolate just isn't as much fun when you're not around. I miss you so much, t'hy'la.
All my loving,
Jim
Spock couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. Even miles apart and with no means of non-emergency audio and visual communication, the two of them were still in sync with each other.
While Jim was out having his fun the night before, Spock had attempted to momentarily forget his loneliness. In retrospect, he realized he must have been pretty desperate, for he sought out comfort in the Doctor of all people.
A few glasses of brandy, a few pieces of chocolate, and eight hours later, Spock learned that actions made in desperation were rarely good ones. He'd been able to meditate the headache away, but the dull twinge of nausea had lingered most of the day.
Spock decided he wouldn't let Jim know that his best friend had seen him "completely wasted", as the Doctor had put it, before he had. He really had no idea why it was so important to Jim that he be the first, but he knew he wouldn't be able to handle the guilt from Jim's pout.
Day Eleven
Spock had never anticipated feeling Jim's loss to the extent that he was, especially after so short apart. It was as if in leaving, Jim had taken all of his energy with him. He found his sleep cycles disturbed more with each passing night and what little sleep he did manage to get was truly restless. It was as if he was one of those strange flowers and Jim was his light.
So it wasn't a complete surprise to himself that he nodded off rather quickly after his shift. He would have preferred to have fallen asleep in his bed other than at his desk, but rest was rest. A loud beep from his PADD roused him from his nap with the faintest of murmurs. Reaching for the device, Spock sat up, his back creaking in protest. All thoughts of sleep escaped him when he noticed the message was from Jim.
Open up.
All my loving,
Jim
Glancing at the door, one of Spock's brows crept up his forehead. He slid off the chair, readjusting his black undershirt as he made his way to the door, pressing the button to open it.
Jim leaned against the doorframe, stuffing his communicator in his pocket with one of the "Spock Flowers" tucked playfully behind his ear. Smiling up at his mate, he plucked the flower, extending it to Spock with a type of flourish that only Jim could pull off.
"Miss me?" He asked, making a point to brush their fingers together at the exchange.
Spock said nothing. He simply wrapped his arms around Jim's neck, pulling him in for a very human and much needed kiss.