Part 2: Just some fluffy aftermath. Same as part 1, this was written quickly so any constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated.

The rain never stopped. It didn't stop when Spock and Jim made it to their hotel room. It didn't stop when Jim dried Spock off and kissed him. It didn't stop when Jim pulled out extra blankets for his t'hy'la's comfort. And it still hadn't stopped when they crawled into bed, wrapped in each other's arms. If anything, it had only gotten worse and was accompanied by loud thunder and lightning that illuminated the whole room.

Jim was half-asleep and felt Spock's grip around his waist tighten slightly. He lazily stroked his back with his fingers. Another crack of thunder echoed through the room and Jim heard a quiet whimper. He opened his eyes and looked down at Spock, who had his head nuzzled up to Jim's chest. As the lightning lit the room for a split second, Jim could make out the tense look to Spock's face. While it was normally so impassive (or occasionally sassy), now, his eyebrows were furrowed together, his eyes shut tightly, and his arms tightened around Jim even more.

"Spock?" Jim whispered. "Are you alright?"

"Yes." Spock's voice was quiet and not anything like the authoritative tone he usually had.

"Tell me what's wrong," Jim lifted his hand to stroke his lover's cheek.

"It is nothing. Do not be concerned."

"Don't tell me what to do. I'm your captain; now tell me what's the matter."

Spock buried his face into Jim's chest as the thunder announced itself again particularly loud this time. It finally clicked in Jim's fuzzy mind.

"Spock? Are you afraid of thunderstorms?"

"I find the sound to be a discomfort."

"Oh," Jim played along. "Because of your superior Vulcan hearing."

"Yes. And the light-"

"It's also uncomfortable to your eyes."

"Precisely."

Jim was quiet for a moment. He moved his hand to the nape of Spock's neck and started rubbing his fingers across the hairline. Spock seemed to calm a bit, possibly falling asleep. And Jim was starting to drift off until a loud whimper came with a boom of thunder.

"I used to be afraid of thunderstorms," Jim tightened his hold on the Vulcan. "When I was about 6. My mother taught me this trick, though. It helped. Do you want to try it?"

Spock hesitated but Jim felt his head nod "yes" after a few seconds.

"Ok. As soon as we see lightning again, we have to start counting until we hear thunder. That's how far away the lightning is."

"That is false. Sound travels one mile every five seconds on Earth."

Jim chuckled. "So, we have to divide by five." Lightning lit up the room once again and Jim started counting. "… 5, 6, 7 –"

"Jim, this is childish. I –"

"10, 11, 12 – There," Jim stopped at the thunder and Spock flinching. "And divided by five?"

"2.4 miles."

"Good. Want to try again?"

"… Yes."

They waited for more lightning and counted together. Jim felt Spock relax more as the lightning grew farther away and the thunder became nothing more than pathetic roars. Soon, the only thing he could clearly hear was the rain on the window and Spock's sleepy mumbling.

"4.9 miles," Spock muttered.

There was no more thunder after that.

"I think the storm is finally over," Jim mumbled after a few seconds. He waited but there was no response, only heavy breathing and a limp Spock in his arms. With a tired laugh, he placed a sloppy kiss on the top of Spock's head and fell asleep.