Hello! I haven't posted anything in a while, but I decided I ought to contribute something festive to the Star Trek world, and this idea struck me while I was out shoveling the driveway. Gotta love Joanna. I'm categorizing it as family for now, because I really want to focus on the familial relationships and atmosphere within the crew, but some ships may slip in because that's how I roll. So far it's leaning towards Spirk (although I kinda want McKirk too? Maybe just friendship), but I also adore Chulu. Note that this takes place soon after Into Darkness- the ship is being repaired and Jim is still recovering from his ordeal. Those who don't have places to go for the holidays have stayed back to help with fixing things and whatnot. Don't own Star Trek. Warning: Un beta'd. Rated T for possible language and suggestiveness later.

Without further ado, the fic! Happy holidays, everyone!

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"Is he here yet?" Jim tossed his head back and slumped into the hard plastic chair. One hand was tossed across the back of the other seat, resting just behind Spock's shoulder, and the other was pressed to his side.

"As you may have observed with your perfectly functional vision, Dr. McCoy has not yet arrived. If he was, however, I am certain that he would berate you for touching your bandages."

Jim drew his arm away and set it in his lap, fist clenched tightly. "Got it."

A frown slipped onto Spock's face, only briefly, before disappearing again. "If your injuries are bothering you, I have no issue with escorting you back to your quarters. As the doctor has told you, he does not require anyone to meet him at the station.

"Aww, Spock." Jim grinned, wincing slightly at the pain when he shifted. "If you just had to ride on a plane for hours to cross the country, wouldn't you want someone to meet you at the end?" He closes his eyes and sprawled back again.

"I have done so before without issue."

Eyes still closed, Jim smiled again. "It's nice to have family to greet you." He opened his eyes and patted Spock's shoulder.

Spock, to his own surprise, didn't even shy away from the contact. It was just his captain, after all, and he wasn't even touching skin. He raised an eyebrow at the idea- Jim clasping his bare hands- that had happened before, very briefly, a few times- when Jim had forgotten about Spock's barriers and touch telepathy and accidentally grabbed his hand to pull him somewhere. Moments when emotions entered his head with a shocking twinge: distress, anger, excitement- affection?

Spock didn't get the captain, sometimes. He didn't get how he pretended that he wasn't hurting when he was, or how he insisted on meeting Dr. McCoy when he returned from Georgia, and especially why Jim's hand was still resting on his shoulder. That didn't mean he didn't mind, of course.

"I'm really excited to see Joanna again, you know? I haven't seen her in… nearly two years, I think. Bones comms her every few days, but I've only talked to her a few times. I feel bad for them- he misses her so much. She's in second grade now, and she's just like her daddy. Swears better than him, though."

That was worrying. Spock didn't see the appeal of two Dr. McCoys running around, calling him a hobgoblin and letting the entire crew feel their wrath. At least one of them would be half the size of the original.

"Man, I just love the two of them." Jim closed his eyes again. "Are they here yet?"

"As I have already informed you, they-"

"UNCLE JIM!" A small blur flew past Spock and deposited itself onto Jim's lap, squealing the entire time. "Uncle Jim, we just spent ages on the plane and then daddy told me not to run off and fine you so I did and-"

"Greetings." Spock began. This was clearly Joanna, and she was doing nothing good to Jim's injuries, judging from the way his smile was forced out through clenched teeth. Spock wanted nothing more than to pry her off and deposit her elsewhere so Jim wouldn't get hurt, but he was certain that his captain would not approve. "I have to ask you to refrain from sitting on the captain, as you may reopen a wound or cause internal damage."

Joanna pouted and slid off, grabbing Jim's hand and turning away just long enough for him to flash a thankful smile in Spock's direction, ending it as he was pulled away by the girl. With her determined expression and thick brown hair, Spock had no doubt that she was Dr. McCoy's child. She even had his trademark scowl.

"Jo- Jo, darlin', what are you doing to Jim?" Dr. McCoy appeared around the corner that led to the gate where he and his daughter had gotten off their plane, wheeling a suitcase behind him. "I told you that you gotta be careful around him."

"Daddy, Uncle Jim got a Vulcan." She said, a grin playing at her mouth.

"Yes, I told you about him. That's Commander Spock." Shockingly, there were no derogatory terms aimed at Spock. " You know who he is."

"I know." She nodded. "He's the green-blooded hobgoblin."

Jim snorted.

"Nah, I meant that Uncle Jim got himself his own Vulcan." She insisted.

Spock raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jim, who had a slightly incredulous and slightly amused expression. He did not belong to Jim. What was the human child suggesting?

"I don't get you, Jo. How about we go an' get you situated back at my quarters? Then-"

"Can we go see the ship?" She stood in front of her father and tilted her head up to meet his eyes.

"Can we- no, honey, that'd violate a hundred different Starfleet rules. I'll bring you to the Starfleet Museum and you can see some old ships, okay?"

Joanna's shoulders fell, but she didn't look away from her father, only putting on her best Bambi eyes and grabbing his hand in her own small one. "Please? I ain't gonna break anything."

"Wow, look at that face!" Jim kneeled down so he was at eye level with Joanna and smiled. "Your daddy is forgetting that I'm the captain and I can let some things slide."

Joanna let a mischievous grin break out across her face, revealing that she was missing a tooth.

"If you're good all the way to Daddy's quarters, then I'll bring you on a special tour of the ship."

"Thanks, Uncle Jim!" She threw her arms around her in a tight hug. "I wish you were my daddy."

Jim's eyes slipped up to meet his old friend's and his grin slipped away. "Bones-"

McCoy's mouth opened and he gaped a second before he managed to close it and swallow, blinking a few times. Then he shook his head and put on his usual frown, shooting his friend with a glare that clearly meant 'dammit, Jim,' but he actually refrained from saying it. Instead, McCoy sighed, mumbling, "You'd be surprised at how much trouble she can cause."

Spock noticed that he abandoned his scowl as soon as he looked away from his daughter and Jim, instead looking almost forlorn. Not that Spock was an expert in emotions, but he'd seen the expression on other humans before- in fact, his own mother had looked the same way, once, when Spock had informed her that he did not want her to hug him in public.

Spock regretted ever saying that.

After Joanna and McCoy fought over her suitcase for a few minutes- "I can carry it, Daddy!" "I'll be da- I mean- no, go walk with Jim, darling"- they walked out of the waiting area and started off towards Starfleet headquarters, with Joanna babbling about school and asking nonstop questions about their Christmas plans.

As they were walking out of the airport, Jim rested his hand on Spock's shoulder. "She's a handful, but I think she likes you." He noted.

Spock said nothing.