Okay. Yes, I already said the last part would be the LAST part. Well. Turns out, I wasn't content with it ending like that.

But I was unsure HOW to end it.

So I'm really grateful for MeshalaX's review, it really helped me get my thought-order right.

Anyway, I just hope I got it this time, because elseway, I'm going to go MENTAL. *clears throat* Enjoy.

In Your Eyes

Prologue 4:

They were not sure which way was up anymore, the hands clutching one another were their only anchor and they knew they would need to land soon. They forgot their names, forgot what they had actually been doing, before they had fallen. There was only tinkling laughter now, and pale fingers grasping tanned ones.

...Sam, wait up! Wait for me, Sam!...

Water covered the floor, cold and soothing against their dry skin, the sand between their toes familiar yet strange. In the distance they could see a bright, golden light, too small to be the sun. It was unable to illuminate the night-sky above them, leaving them tainted with star-light.

...Mother, why do they treat me differently?...

A crumbled bridge rose from the water, turning into dust before drifting away as if carried by a gust of wind, even though there was not a single breeze within the space they idled in. Unsure where to go, they stood frozen in the water, soaking in the fluid until they themselves felt like they had turned to liquid. They were a circle, they had no beginning, no ending, they were a spinning-wheel turning around, around, around...

...Momma, why won't you look at me?...

They spun a golden thread and tied it to their breast-bones, knotting it tight; it was so thin and could rip at the slightest tug. Still, still, do not breathe, it will tear. Keep still.

...Stay...

Wake up.

Spock sat up abruptly. Jim was lying beside him, breathing heavily, while two tears made their way down his face. "Jim? Are you alright, did I hurt you?"

"N-no. What just happened?", Jim looked up at him, eyes even bluer from the moistness.

"I... am not sure. It is not like this when I meld with Father or Mother."

"Huh.", Jim blinked. "What's 'meld'?"

"The joining of minds. It is what occurred right now."

"Ooh.", Jim squirmed closer to Spock, brows furrowed in confusion. "Well, it was really weird, but cool. Even if I didn't understand it."

Spock nodded cautiously. His mind slowly settled back into the calmness it was used to, leaving a strange, aching feeling behind that he could not place. Jim seemed to have a similar problem, if the frown sporting his wet face was anything to go by. "I feel all... all odd, Spock. Will it go away again?"

"Yes, I believe so. Emotional transference is one of the consequences following a mind-meld."

"I have no idea what that means, but... okay.", Jim mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

Spock frowned, as a thought came to him. "Jim, you do know that I will stay with you, correct?"

"Hm? I thought you said that I should stay!"

"I did not."

"Well, me neither.", Jim nuzzled against him and Spock was once again reminded of a sehlat, as he placed his hand carefully onto Jim's tussled hair. "Maybe we both said it together and didn't notice?"

"Illogical."

"Why?"

"Because... because it does not make sense."

"Oh. Hey, when are your parents coming back again?", Jim had finally worked himself into a sitting position, leaning against Spock tiredly.

Spock's inner clock seemed to have stopped working while in the meld for he could not tell what time it was like usual. His gaze swept to the digital chronometer sitting above his desk and as he took in the numbers, his eyes widened. "We have been in the meld for almost four hours!"

"Really?", Jim tugged at his arm. "It felt like two minutes!"

"Indeed. My parents will be home soon, are you hungry?"

"A little.", Jim's stomach gave a loud growl and he laughed. "Okay, maybe a lot."

Spock nodded and slid off the bed. "Wait here, I will be back."

He felt a little shaky as he made his way to the kitchen. There was a bowl filled with Kray-fruits sitting on the counter and since he had seen his Mother eat them more than once, he quickly picked up a few. He did not dare to touch the stove; Mother had forbidden him to do so, while she was not home. Staggering back, he found Jim leaning against two pillows, blanket pulled up around himself.

"Are you cold, Jim?"

Jim shook his head, an unsure expression on his face. "I don't know."

Spock quickly sat down beside him, holding a Kray-fruit out to him. Jim blinked and took the spiky fruit into his small hands. "That looks funny, how do you eat it?"

"You should start with the spikes, if you do not, you might stab your palate with one of them."

"Do I have to peel it?"

"No."

"Oh, okay.", Jim hesitantly bit off one of the spikes, crunching it between his teeth. His eyes went wide for a minute. "It's good!"

Within seconds the rest of the fruit was gone and another fifteen minutes later, the other fruits Spock had brought were eaten too. Jim sighed contently as he fell back against the pillows; his mouth was smeared with with violet juice, for he had eaten the fruit so enthusiastically, that it had seeped out rather messily. His hands were stained and a few drops had even landed on Spock's blue pillow.

"Spock? Jim?", Mother opened the door, her eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter, when she saw Jim's dirtied face. "Ah, I see you have eaten, young man?"

"Yeah, I dunno what though, but it was yummy!"

Spock frowned at the strange word, but did not question it. "What did the Council say, Mother?"

Jim grabbed for his hand beneath the duvet, clutching it close.

"He is allowed to stay.", Father stepped into the room, eyes on Jim. "But you will have to follow our ways, Jim. This is not Earth. It is different here, do you understand?"

Spock could see his Mother roll her eyes and wink at them from behind Father. Jim grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "I understand."

Father did not answer, but turned and left. Jim blinked, then sunk a little lower in his place on the bed. "He doesn't like me, huh?"

"He's always like that, Jimmy. Don't mind him.", Mother smiled gently. "Just try to follow the rules when Sarek is present and everything will turn out okay. I promise you."

"I'll try, Mrs... uhm..."

"Amanda, honey, just Amanda.", she turned towards the door again. "I will make some soup for you two; you both look like you could use it. Spock, you should show Jim the bathroom and let him wash up, before his face stays violet permanently."

With that, she left. Jim waited until the door had closed, before he voiced his joy and relief with a loud; 'Yes!'. A momet later, Spock found himself in Jim's tight embrace and was quick to reciprocate.

"We can stay together now!"

"Yes."

"This is going to be so cool; we can be best friends forever."

"Illogical."

"Shush."

Spock did shush and squeezed Jim just a tad tigher in his arms. Best friends.

Forever.

I might edit this thing again, I'm not quite satisfied with the ending yet. *sighs* It's blaaah...

But hope it was at least okay. I looked through that thing in the morning before going to universiy, so there might be errors... like always.