"He's still asleep?" Jim heard McCoy ask more loudly than he intended.
"Not any longer," Spock said. Jim could hear the mild reproach in his tone and sat up to watch the two enter his bedroom.
" 'Morning," he said, accepting the coffee from Spock.
"Nearly afternoon," McCoy grumbled.
"It's only 08:32 local time, doctor," Spock corrected.
"Alright," McCoy said.
"I'm good, thanks. You?" Jim laughed.
"You look remarkably awake," McCoy told him.
"Once I went back to sleep, it was a very sound sleep," Jim said, trading a warming glance with Spock.
"That's reassuring," McCoy said.
"Where's Scotty?" Jim asked, sipping the coffee.
"Taking a shower. He had a wee bit too much to drink last night," the doctor said.
"There's a surprise," Jim laughed. "What are you two up to today?"
"Chris and Uhura want to take a catamaran around the island. So we said we'd go with them," Bones said.
"Sounds like fun," Jim said.
"I think it will be. We should be back around 2 or so."
"Alright. Do you want to go to the village for dinner? Sample the local fare?"
"Sounds good," McCoy agreed. "I'll ask the desk to get us reservations. 6 o'clock?"
"Sure. Make sure they have enough choices for Spock," Jim reminded him.
"Of course. I'm going to check on Scotty. Make sure he hasn't drowned," McCoy laughed, leaving cheerful.
"Thank you for the coffee," Jim said, moving over so Spock could sit on the edge of his bed.
"Do you want breakfast?" Spock asked, studying his Captain's face.
"I'm very hungry," Jim decided.
"A good sign. Do you know what you want to eat?"
"An omelet. With toast and home fries. Think they have something like that?"
"I will review the menu to see," Spock said, standing out of his way.
Jim got out of bed, putting his coffee on the small table. "I'll meet you out on the porch in a few minutes."
Spock nodded and left, picking up the menu on his way through.
When Jim was finally done in the bathroom, he ventured out on the porch with his coffee. Scotty and Bones had come out of their side, dressed for their day of sailing.
"'Morning," Scotty said, squinting at Jim.
"Big head today?" Jim asked in sympathy.
"'Fraid so. No one to blame but myself," Scotty confessed.
"You going to be okay sailing around the island?" Jim asked.
"I will. Been much worse."
"Don't let him get dehydrated," Jim said to McCoy.
"Which of us is the doctor?" Bones grumbled, barely suppressing his laughter.
"That is a question I often ask myself," Spock said from behind the menu.
Bones snorted at him, picking up a second menu to show Scotty the choices. "Pancakes," Scotty decided.
"Sound good," Bones agreed. "Did Uhura tell you that the Michaels have decided to get married down here?"
"Makes sense," Jim said. "She know when?"
"Four days. Give her time to make all the arrangements. They'll go back to the ship afterwards," Bones said.
"You can perform marriages only aboard ship," Spock pointed out to Jim.
"Legal marriages. Weddings can be anywhere," Jim laughed. "We'll take care of the legal ceremony when I'm back aboard."
"There is no logical in having two ceremonies," Spock said.
"I suppose not. Except they want to share their happiness with the crew. And this is the perfect place for the wedding," Jim said.
"When I ask about reservations for tonight, do you want me to ask if you can keep the bungalow the entire time?" Bones asked.
"I haven't decided yet," Jim hedged.
"It's a fine idea, Captain. You deserve it. And you need it," Scotty said.
"You won't mind being in command if I stay?" Jim asked him.
"While we orbit this planet, Captain? I think I can handle the pressure," Scotty laughed.
"I'll think about it," Jim said. He looked up as Spock came out of the bungalow and sat back next to him.
"Breakfast will be delivered in approximately 25 minutes," he reported.
"Good," McCoy said. "I think I'm going to take a quick swim. Scotty?"
"Sure. Can't make my head hurt any worse."
"Jim? Spock?" McCoy invited.
"I'll sit this one out," Jim said with a smile.
"I too will wait," Spock agreed.
The other two men crossed the sand, diving into the ocean with enthusiasm.
"I want to check in with Sulu," the Captain decided. "Where are you going?" he asked when Spock stood.
"To get the communicator."
"I can get it," Jim said.
"As can I," Spock said, going inside and soon returning with the communicator and the coffee pot, refilling Jim's cup.
"You really don't need to wait on me," Jim said.
"I choose to."
"Why?" Jim had to ask. "Spock?" he said when he got no immediate response.
"As the doctor no doubt told you, I did not sleep during your imprisonment. I spent most of that time trying to determine what you would do if it were anyone but you who was missing." Spock paused, setting the coffee pot on the table as he sat in the chair next to Jim.
"There was nothing to be done. You know that," Jim assured him.
"Yes. I also realized all the things I had never said to you. I…regretted not having told you how much I value your friendship," Spock said quietly.
"I know that. You don't have to tell me for me to know," Jim said.
"There are times when the words need to be spoken, Jim. And when actions can fill in for the words left unsaid," Spock told him.
"Making me coffee tells me how you feel," Jim agreed warmly.
"As is my intention."
"Just as I would gladly make you Vulcan spice tea," Jim said.
"Yes."
"But you don't have to fetch the communicator for me. We aren't on duty," Jim said.
"I do not do so from a sense of obligation," Spock assured him. "As I would not sleep on your floor from obligation."
"Or tuck me in and tell me a bedtime story," Jim said, leaning closer to whisper those words.
"A most satisfying experience," Spock said, looking into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
"For me too," Jim said with a heartwarming smile.
Spock was drawn closer, staring at those familiar lips curved in that smile to melt the icebergs of Earth's poles. "May I kiss you?" Spock whispered, his breath caressing Jim's face.
"Please," Jim breathed, leaning closer until their mouths met. It was a warm kiss, almost chaste. Jim smiled under Spock's lips, feeling the warmer tongue dart over his mouth. Jim had to draw back, wanting the kiss but unwilling to risk it becoming more. "Not yet."
"Yes," Spock agreed, leaning his forehead on Jim's, enjoying that much contact.
"Thank you for being patient," Jim whispered.
"We will wait. When you are ready, we will rejoice with our bodies."
"Good," Jim agreed, backing away from Spock to sit back in his chair.
"Here you are," Spock said when he had returned with the communicator.
Jim nodded in appreciation, opening it. "Kirk to Sulu."
"Sulu here sir," came the disembodied response.
"Ship's status?" the Captain asked.
"All systems report normal, sir. We are in synchronous orbit over the planet."
"Very good. Anything to report?"
"No sir," Sulu said.
"Alright, Mr. Sulu. Thank you for taking care of our ship."
"You're welcome, sir."
"Kirk out." He returned the communicator to Spock, smiling at him. "We have a very good crew."
"We do indeed. Because we have an excellent commanding officer."
"You are a flatterer," Jim said with an appreciative smile.
"Vulcans do not engage in flattery, Captain."
"Flirtation?" Jim suggested softly.
"We have been known to use it in appropriate circumstances," Spock admitted.
"Like when you know the one with whom you are flirting would be appreciative?" Jim asked.
"It would be illogical to use it otherwise," Spock said.
"True," Jim laughed.
The spell they had woven was broken by the return of the doctor and Scotty.
"It's not here yet?" Bones asked.
"Clearly it is not," Spock responded.
"They need to hurry," McCoy complained mildly, sitting next to Jim as Scotty sat on the doctor's other side.
"I think I can spare some coffee if you want some," Jim said as he drank from his cup.
"I'll have a cup," Scotty decided, standing. "Doctor?"
"Sure. Since you're up already."
Scotty disappeared into their bungalow, soon returning with two mugs which Jim filled with coffee.
"Are they feeding you lunch on the catamaran?" Jim asked casually as they all enjoyed their coffee, Spock drinking his Vulcan tea.
"We make land on the other side of the island. They'll have a whole picnic spread out for us," Bones said.
"Sounds like fun," Jim agreed.
"What are y'all up to?"
"We're going to the open air market," Jim replied.
"I've heard good things about that, Captain," Scotty said. "There are native arts for sale."
"Sounds perfect. I want to find a gift for my mother."
"That'll be the place, Captain," Scotty said. "Will you be bored, Mr. Spock?"
"I too am interested in the local artisans," Spock said.
"It could be interesting," McCoy agreed, watching the service robot bring their breakfast, setting it out on the table. With a soft whir, it disappeared back up the path. The four enjoyed their breakfast, agreeing that even real food tasted better when they were on vacation.
After they ate, McCoy and Scotty left for their day, leaving Jim and Spock on the porch. Jim looked over at Spock who was gazing out over the ocean, and he had to smile. "You really do love the ocean, don't you?"
"It is very soothing," Spock said. "The rhythm of it. The breeze which brings with it the fresh smell."
"It is soothing," Jim agreed. "Have you ever been on a sailing ship?"
"I have not. Have you experienced one?"
"A replica tall ship. Powered only by the wind. I went on a week long instructional voyage. It was a lot of work but it was intriguing. I learned to admire the early sailors who only had the wind and their wits to survive."
"Perhaps one day you and I could take such a voyage," Spock suggested.
"I would like that," Jim agreed with a smile.
"I am going to swim for a few minutes. Do you wish to come with me?"
"I think I'll lie in the hammock and watch," Jim decided.
"Very well. Once I have on my swim trunks, I will be ready."
"I'll be in the hammock," Jim said, standing and taking his coffee as Spock entered the bungalow. He carefully settled into the shady hammock, enjoying the quiet undisturbed except for the lapping of the waves. It wasn't long before Spock crossed the sand to where he lay crosswise as he had last night.
"I won't be long," Spock said.
"Take all the time you want. We have no place we have to be," Jim reminded him with a smile.
Spock nodded and after giving Jim his towel, entered the water, diving beneath a wave that came to greet him. Jim watched him appear and disappear, glad to catch the fleeting glimpses of him.
A stray thought floated by that he could get used to this life. But in reality he knew that his place was aboard his ship with his Vulcan by his side, sailing out among the stars. Keeping other, less pleasant thoughts at bay, he lay and enjoyed the sounds of the ocean, the exotic bird singing high over his head, the light breeze that cooled him.
Spock was slightly breathless when he emerged from the water, looking strangely alien and wholly delicious. Delicious, Jim considered, smiling up at Spock.
"What are you thinking?" Spock asked quietly, accepting his towel and gazing down at him.
"How incredibly attractive you look right now," Jim admitted.
"Indeed," Spock said.
"You don't really believe me, do you?" Jim asked gently.
"I am not accustom to being referred to as attractive."
"You aren't accustom to being told you are," Jim corrected. "Only because you don't hear it like I do."
"Hear it from whom?" Spock asked, one eyebrow arched.
"Everyone," Jim assured him, shifting in the hammock to lay the right way. "Will you join me?"
Spock did it, his head at Jim's feet so he could see his Human's face. "Everyone?"
"You are often the topic of conversation, love," Jim said, the endearment coming easily, naturally. Their positions on the hammock brought their bodies together, hips to hips, legs to chest. It was extremely pleasant, in a friendly warm kind of way. Jim wondered if all the contact allowed Spock to access his thoughts. "Can you read my thoughts laying like this?"
"I am aware of you, your general feelings. I cannot distinguish individual images."
"It's nice, isn't it? Lying here like this?" Jim asked.
"It is very relaxing," Spock agreed.
"You must be thirsty," Jim said.
"Not particularly."
"Okay. You're welcome to my coffee," Jim laughed.
"Tell me please why anyone would talk about me," Spock requested.
Jim laughed at his words, his innocent confusion. "Oh love. You know they talk about me. Why would you be exempt as a topic of conversation?"
"I am not their Captain."
"You are their second in command. My best friend. And you are a Vulcan. And extremely attractive Vulcan," Jim said.
"You continue to use that word for me. I cannot understand why."
"Then you will simply have to trust me. Half the crew has a crush on you. The other half think you are worthy of being worshipped – from afar."
Spock could only shake his head. "I cannot attribute your words to sunstroke."
Jim laughed at his response. "No you can't."
"Have you decided if we will remain planetside throughout the time here?" Spock asked.
"No I haven't."
"What makes you hesitant?"
"I don't know exactly. It may be as simple as not wanting to admit I need it," Jim confessed.
"No one will question your decision."
"No one but me," Jim said
"Perhaps we should request that Dr. McCoy make it a medical order."
"No," Jim laughed. "He already thinks he can boss me around. I sure don't want to give him that power."
"No one can boss you around, Captain," Spock assured him.
"The women on the planet did," Jim said, unaware that he had been thinking it until the words were out of his mouth.
"They coerced you. They assaulted you. They gave you drugs to gain what they wanted," Spock said.
"All true. But why do I still feel guilty? Why do I keep thinking I shouldn't have let them win?"
"Your guilt is misplaced however natural," Spock assured him. "They held all the winning cards. You were powerless against them."
"Powerless," Jim repeated softly, slowly.
"It is not a position you often find yourself in," Spock agreed.
"It's not a position I'll allow myself to be in."
"Yet on the planet you were…."
"I was what?" Jim asked when Spock stopped.
"You were a specimen to them. You were a vessel containing fluid they required. That they took if from you was an invasion and a violation of all that you are."
"A specimen," Jim repeated, considering it.
"Yes. You were imprisoned until they had taken what they needed."
Jim took a deep breath, turning over in his mind all that Spock had said. He knew it was true, that the lingering guilt made no sense. The anger, yes. That was to be expected.
"If it were Mr. Scott who had been taken and violated, what would you say to him?" Spock asked.
"Everything you've said to me," Jim acknowledged.
"Would you blame him, think him powerless?"
"No. He's not the Captain."
"Being Captain does not make you less human," Spock said.
"Maybe it should. Maybe when you are given command, your human weaknesses should be extracted," Jim suggested, not sure whether or not he was sincere.
"Then you would be Vulcan," Spock said with the merest hint of amusement.
"That's not true," Jim scolded mildly.
"That which makes me Vulcan makes me incapable of being Captain."
"Of a human ship," Jim amended.
"I would never be accepted as Captain of a Vulcan ship," Spock pointed out.
"And you could be Captain of Enterprise," Jim insisted.
"I could not."
"Well, right now, it doesn't matter. Unless I completely crack apart, I plan to stay Captain."
"That is my preference as well. And you will not crack apart. The bands of love will hold you together."
"That's what keeping me whole now," Jim said quietly.
"I rejoice that you can accept it from me," Spock said.
"I crave it from you, love. I crave you."
"As I do you. And we will wait," Spock promised.
"I'm sorry."
"Your apology is unnecessary, Jim."
"I need to tell you."
"Do you suppose I am not content to wait?" Spock asked warmly.
"I'm not leaving you any choice."
"And that fault is not yours, t'hy'la."
"T'hy'la?" Jim repeated.
"It means brother, friend, lover. Half of all that I am," Spock explained.
"It's a beautiful word. You've never said it before."
"I was unwilling to admit it before. I did not wish to burden you."
Kirk shook his head, smiling at his love. "Some day you are going to start caring for yourself as much as you care for me."
"Perhaps you can instruct me," Spock suggested.
"I promise," Jim agreed. "My feelings aside, do you have a preference about remaining here or returning to the ship?"
"My only preference is to remain with you. Where that is does not matter to me."
"How did I know you were going to say that?" Jim asked with a warm smile.
"Because you know me as well as anyone ever has. In some way better than I know myself."
"Does that bother you?" Jim had to ask, studying Spock face, a face that revealed more than the Vulcan believed.
"Not in the least. I dare say the same is true for me when it comes to you," Spock suggested, careful not to make it sound like a challenge.
"I'm sure it is. Imagine what it will be like once we're bonded," Jim said.
"Are you concerned about bonding with me?" Spock asked.
"Gracious no. Why would you ask that?"
"It is…."
"It's what?" Kirk asked.
"To some it can represent a loss of autonomy. You will be forever linked to me. Our thoughts can intermingle," Spock explained.
"I'm not worried about you taking me over, if that's what you think," Jim assured him.
"That would not be possible with a mind as strong and dynamic as yours," Spock said.
"As I recall, yours is pretty fiery too."
"Fiery?" Spock asked.
"That's how I think of it," Jim said. "Bright, like a blazing fire. Consuming knowledge and integrating it into your whole being." He paused, gauging Spock's reaction. He was intently listening to every word. "Every time we've melded, I've been drawn to it. To you. The warmth. The affirming glow. I'm not sure I'm even making sense."
"You are making complete sense, t'hy'la. Your mind to me is a cooling rain. The type that falls during Earth's summer. Refreshing those on whom it falls."
"So we are fire and water," Jim said, pleased at the idea and the description Spock gave to him.
"Two essential elements of life."
"Do you ever worry that my rain will dampen your fire?" Jim asked.
"Do you worry that my fire will evaporate your rain?" Spock asked in return.
"Mmm…we can co-exist and flourish," Jim confirmed.
"We can indeed," Spock agreed.
"It is entirely likely that I'm about to fall sleep," Jim warned with a yawn as though in proof.
"Sleep, t'hy'la. I will be here when you wake," Spock promised.
"Mmm…" Jim sighed. He was aware of releasing his coffee cup to Spock before sleep completely consumed him.
Spock remained where he was, taking the time to study his Human's face, absorbing it. The Captain looked relaxed in sleep, some of the lingering anxiety erased. That was reassuring to Spock. He knew Jim would eventually recover for the treatment of those women and he would patiently wait until that time came.
As he shifted to leave the hammock, Jim stirred and put his arm across Spock's legs. He still slept but was unwilling to allow Spock to leave him. Spock decided he too could indulge in a nap, something he almost never did. But they were on vacation, after all. And Jim clearly needed him to stay. Very well then. Napping was his only logical alternative.
When Jim woke, he felt Spock watching him. He smiled. "I made you stay, didn't I?" he asked, a vague memory of holding tightly to the Vulcan.
"It was very relaxing."
"Did you sleep?" Jim asked, stretching within the confines of the hammock.
"I did," Spock admitted.
"How long did we nap?"
"45 minutes."
"Exactly?" Jim laughed.
"An approximation is adequate for naps," Spock decided.
"Absolutely. We have to get out carefully or we'll end up face down in the sand."
Spock nodded, turning his body to put his legs over the side as Jim did the same. "Now?"
"Now," Jim agreed, having to wait until Spock left to reach the sand.
"Shall we shower and then visit the market?" Spock asked.
"Sounds good," Jim agreed as they went across to the bungalow. "I'll wait here while you shower."
Spock nodded, disappearing inside, soon returning with a cool glass of water for Jim.
"Thank you," he said, smiling up at Spock.
Spock simply nodded, going back in and to the shower. When he returned to the porch, he was wearing black linen pants gathered at his slender waist, and a loose black linen shirt looking casual and relaxed.
"Very nice," Jim decided, looking up at him.
"What is that?" Spock asked.
"Those clothes suit you," Jim said in admiration.
"They are most comfortable. Requisite for vacation."
"Definitely," Jim agreed, standing. "I won't be long."
"As you have reminded me, we are in no hurry."
"True. Except I'm hungry," Jim laughed.
"A good sign. There are plenty of oranges in the refrigerator," Spock said.
"No," Jim said firmly, shaking his head.
Spock looked a little surprised at the finality of his refusal.
"Oranges is all I ate on the planet," Jim said quietly.
"I see. I will refrain from eating them."
"That isn't necessary. As long as you don't require me to eat them. Bellarosa was able to give me chocolate. I don't plan to stop eating it."
"Or drinking coffee," Spock added.
"Never. Unless you ask me to," Jim laughed.
"That is a sacrifice too great to ask of you," Spock assured him warmly.
"Will I need to stop eating red meat?" Jim asked, considering Spock's distaste for all meat.
"You will not need to stop eating it. I will teach you the techniques so that I will not share those sensations."
"Good. I would stop if you needed me too but I'm glad I don't have to."
"When I eat kr'gran, you will not suffer from hives," Spock promised.
"That's good to know," Jim laughed. "I won't be long," he said, kissing Spock very quickly before disappearing into the bungalow.
Spock watched as he returned, looking freshly scrubbed and incredibly desirable. Jim wore a faded pair of Levi's, snug but not tight. Tucked into the waist was a long sleeved white tee shirt, almost sculpting itself to the Captain's body.
"You're staring," Jim said softly.
"I can do nothing else," Spock whispered.
"You've seen me in jeans before," Jim reminded him.
"Yes. I certainly made the correct choice when I packed them for you."
"I'd say you packed them for you," Jim correctly softly.
"Apparently so," Spock agreed.
"And you didn't need to pack for me at all. I could have done it."
"I chose to. I wanted to," Spock admitted.
"And I do appreciate it," Jim said, leaning against the arm of Spock's chair.
"Distance is advisable," Spock said in a strained voice.
"I'm sorry." Had Jim not been laughing when he said it, Spock could have taken him more seriously.
"Shall we go?" Spock asked, standing and never taking his eyes off the other man.
"Sure. Do you know how far it is?"
"Less than a kilometer," Spock responded.
"So we can walk?"
"Certainly. We will go toward the area where the banquet was held and take the path which branches off to the right."
"Lead on," Jim said, sweeping his hand in the general direction.
"You have the communicator, do you not?"
"Yes. It's in my pocket," Jim assured him. "What should we have for lunch?"
"I have read that the market sells a variety of local cuisine."
"Good to know. Maybe we should stay down here while we're orbit. We can be on board in a matter of minutes if we need to," Jim said thoughtfully.
"When we return, I will contact the concierge and make the arrangements," Spock agreed.
"Alright. I guess we should go to a smaller bungalow when Scotty and Bones leave," Jim suggested.
"I am quite comfortable in the one we currently have. If it is available, I intend to rent the entire bungalow."
"I don't really want to move either," Jim agreed. "I wonder if there will enough rooms for all of the crew."
"If other members of the crew have reserved it, they will be accommodated elsewhere," Spock decided.
"Are you going to pull rank?" Jim laughed.
Spock gazed back innocently as they continued along the walking path.
"I'm not saying anything," Jim assured him.
"It would not alter my plans. Unless you were adamant about it."
"I have no plans to be adamant," Jim laughed. "Adamant is a funny word, isn't it?"
"In what way?"
"I always think of it being followed by 'about it.' As though it can't stand alone."
"Interesting," Spock mused.
"Not really," Jim laughed again. "I told you my mind can be chaotic."
"I know this about you. Another truly intriguing facet of who you are."
Jim had to laugh at Spock's response, enjoying their easy conversation as they entered the tiny village. There were only a handful of brightly painted buildings, all surrounding a huge square full of festive carts and tents and tables. In the center was a bubbling fountain, fat cherubs gleefully frozen beneath the cascading water. From somewhere unseen they heard sounds of music, much like they had enjoyed the night before.
The square was busy but not especially crowded. The Captain and Spock encountered several groups of the crew, shopping, chatting, enjoying the incredible weather of the planet.
"I can recommend that little stand over there, sir," one of the engineers told the Captain when he mentioned how refreshing the drink looked.
"Good," Jim said, going across with Spock. The indicated stand served both alcoholic and nonalcoholic beverages, Jim opting for a pina colada with no rum, Spock requesting fruit juice without ice.
"We also have a fine menu, sir," the attendant said to the Captain, offering him a folded sheet.
"Do we order here or sit at your tables?" Jim asked.
"Sit sit. I'll send someone right over."
Jim nodded, going with Spock to a round table topped with a huge umbrella. Jim sought out the shade as Spock sat in the bright sunshine. "Aren't you going to get hot?" Jim asked.
Spock raised an eyebrow at his question.
"Alright. Just because I would roast doesn't mean you will."
"It is a human tendency to use yourself as the standard for normalcy," Spock observed
"What else would we use?" Jim asked out of curiosity.
"I meant no criticism."
"I didn't think you did, love. Most of us are not of a dual nature. I only know how a human would feel sitting in the sun dressed in black."
"I would imagine that those native to areas of Earth more like Vulcan would not be overwhelmed by the heat," Spock suggested.
"Probably not. Bedouins for example. And your mother seems to have adapted to living on Vulcan."
"Indeed," Spock agreed, accepting the menu. "Have you found something which appeals to you?"
"Yes," Jim said, staring across the table at him.
Spock met his eyes, silent communication between. "I was referring to the menu," Spock said softly.
"I know," Jim responded, a smile still playing over his lips.
"Why did you order your drink with no alcohol?" Spock asked, trying to distract himself from the thoughts running rampant in his head.
"Sun and alcohol don't mix well for me," Jim said.
"In what way?"
"It make me dizzy. I'm okay if I stay cool when I drink. But if I get too hot, it's not pretty," Jim laughed.
"I take it you learned this lesson from trial and error?"
"Unfortunately. I can drink when it's freezing. I could never drink on Vulcan unless we stayed inside."
"May I ask how old you were when you discovered this pattern?" Spock asked, barely keeping his amusement at bay.
"Let's just say I couldn't tell Mom it happened," Jim laughed.
"Undoubtedly she knew even so."
"Undoubtedly. She's extremely perceptive where her little boy is concerned."
"Which is how she knew to have the quilt sewn in pinks and greens," Spock said.
"Exactly. She recognized the truth even before we did."
"An outside observer often has a clearer picture."
"She usually does," Jim agreed warmly. He looked up at the tanned waiter who had stopped by their table.
"Gentle beings," he said with a gleaming smile. "What may we provide for your enjoyment?"
"I'd like crab cakes, please," Jim requested.
"An excellent choice, Captain," the waiter said with a nod. "Fruit? Salad? Nevenster?"
"Nevenster?" Jim repeated.
"Ah…a native fruit. Very sweet. Other Earth visitors have likened it to your cantaloupe."
"I'll have that," Jim agreed. "And a glass of ice water, please."
"Most certainly," the waiter agreed. "And for you, gentle being?"
"The native greens salad," Spock decided.
"Most certainly. We have a delightful dressing made from some of our cacti other Vulcan visitors have enjoyed."
"That will be acceptable," Spock agreed.
"I'll return shortly," he promised before strolling away and checking on the patrons at the next small table.
"What is holding your attention so?" Spock asked, studying Jim's face.
"Absolutely nothing," Jim admitted. "I guess I was thinking about Mom. And how long it's been since I've seen her."
"We could be married on Earth," Spock suggested.
"No," Jim said, shaking his head. "We need to have the ceremony on board. The crew deserves to share in our happiness."
"They will be pleased," Spock agreed.
"I can't do it, can I?" Jim laughed.
"No you cannot. Just as the marriage of the Michaels will not be official until you perform it on board."
"Hardly matters," Jim said with a shrug.
"There will be festivities to accompany their wedding here?"
"I'm going to talk to Uhura about it when they get back. If you don't mind, we can have the party in our bungalow."
"Most appropriate as they wish to be wed on the beach."
"My thoughts exactly," Jim agreed, looking up at a crewmember who stopped close to their table. "Yes, Yeoman?"
"Captain. Commander," she said politely. "I don't wish to intrude.
"You aren't intruding, Yeoman Rodriguez," the Captain assured her. "What can we do for you?"
"I hadn't had the chance to tell you…well…to say…we were so worried when you were gone, sir," she finally said in a rush.
"Thank you, Yeoman. I am glad to be back among friends," he told her with a charming smile.
"And we're very glad you are," she said smiling back, the pink flush of her cheeks most innocent and lovely.
"Are you having fun on leave?" the Captain asked.
"Oh yes sir. Timothy and I have spent hours swimming in the ocean. It's so beautiful here," she gushed.
"It certainly is," the Captain agreed, looking over at the approach of the attendant who brought his glass of water, more juice for Spock. "Thank you."
"I'm sorry, sir," the Yeoman said, backing away.
"There's not need for you to apologize," he assured her.
"Thank you, sir. Enjoy your lunch," she said, turning and leaving as quickly as decorum would allow.
"Is there something I may bring while you wait?" the attendant asked to smooth over her abrupt departure.
"I'm all set," Jim said.
"Sir?" he asked Spock.
"Nothing more for me," Spock said, silent amusement lighting his dark eyes as he studied Jim.
The attendant nodded and wandered away, checking with the other patrons.
"Stop laughing at me," Jim requested with a smile.
"I am not the only one who is worthy of worship," Spock said warmly.
"She is…." Jim shrugged, smiling at Spock innocently.
"I have observed her following behind you on more than one occasion," Spock said.
"Then give her more to do," Jim suggested with a laugh.
"She would find time to interact with you even so."
"I suppose," Jim said with a shrug. "How would you feel if we let the Michaels spend their wedding night in the other side of our bungalow?"
"It would be appropriate. So long as they occupy the room on the outside wall."
"You don't want to listen to them all night?" Jim laughed.
"We will trade rooms so that I will not," Spock decided.
"Oh we will?" Jim asked.
"Otherwise I will return to Enterprise so that I may sleep," Spock said.
"Point taken. If you are in my bedroom, will you still hear them?"
"Faintly. It will not be disturbing to me," Spock said.
"Good," Jim said. "I'll talk to the concierge about providing food. They can put it on the beach in front of the bungalow."
"And who will be paying for this celebration?" Spock asked even though he knew full well.
"Captain's privilege," Jim said with a shrug.
"I do not believe every Captain supplies food to celebrate crew nuptials," Spock said.
"Probably not. Do you want to pay for it?" Jim laughed.
"If you wish for me to, I will do so," Spock said.
"Nope. I'll do it."
"They could purchase the food themselves," Spock suggested.
"They could. And so could I," Jim said. "You know I do it anytime there's a wedding. Why are you asking?"
"To make certain we will have sufficient credits for our own celebration," Spock told him.
Jim really laughed at that. "You know that will never be a concern."
"True. Fortunate."
"I told Bones I'd pay for our bungalow. But he insisted."
"He said the same to me." Spock paused as the attendant served their meals, the food looking fresh and delicious.
"Thank you," Jim said.
"You are most welcome, Captain. Alert me should you need anything further," he said.
"We will," Jim agreed with a smile.
"How does he know you are the Captain?" Spock asked after the attendant had walked away.
Jim shrugged at that.
"You do not know? Or you will not say?" Spock asked in a teasing tone.
"What do you think?" Jim asked lightly, tasting his crab cakes and finding them delicious.
"A member of the crew could have mentioned it," Spock suggested.
"True."
"It is more probable that he was able to determine by studying those of us already here," Spock said.
"You could be the Captain."
Spock shook his head at that. "Not of a human ship."
Jim shrugged, drinking from his water.
"Are you surprised he knew?" Spock asked.
"Are you?"
"No," Spock said. "Will you answer?"
"I'm not surprised. I'm guessing he knows through intuition, experience, careful observation."
"Observation?" Spock repeated, considering it.
"There aren't so many buildings that he couldn't see us as we were wondering around. The crew is always respectful and polite to us. He would have noticed," Jim said.
"Because starships often come here for shore leave, he has observed crew behavior before," Spock said.
"Yes. When a group of friends find other friends, they merge, laughing, talking freely. When they come across us, they maintain their distance. We aren't absorbed into their circle," Jim explained.
"Human groupings are fluid," Spock agreed.
"But not with us."
"Is that disturbing to you?"
"Not any longer. It took some adjustment when I was first captain. I'm accustom to it now," Jim said, tasting the native fruit and finding it delightful. "This is really good. Would you like a taste?"
"I would," Spock agreed, waiting as Jim put a cube on his plate. He tasted it, nodding. "It has a pleasing flavor."
They continued to eat the delicious food, easy conversation between them. When they had finished, the attendant came to remove their empty plates.
"If we could have the check, please," Jim requested.
"Your meals are compliments of the owner," the attendant said with a broad smile.
"That's entirely unnecessary," Jim protested.
"His gift to you," the attendant assured him with a tiny bow.
"If you are certain," Jim said.
"Quite. We hope that you continue to enjoy all of the delights of our planet."
"You can be sure of that," Jim said, standing as Spock did the same. "Thank you for the delicious food and your generosity."
"Gentle beings," he said before moving away.
"It is against Starfleet regulations to accept gratuities from planetside enterprises," Spock said softly, barely hiding his amusement.
"It is also against regulations to refuse a native custom when doing so would serve as an insult," Jim countered with a smile.
"They appear contradictory in nature," Spock confirmed.
"Regulations often are. That's why we sometimes must choose which to follow."
"Or to not follow regulations at all," Spock suggested.
"Are you accusing me of insubordination, Commander?" Jim laughed.
"Never Captain. Creative application of regulations," Spock assured him.
"That's what I thought," Jim said, pausing by a tent that had native wood carvings on display. "These are exquisite," he said to Spock.
"Indeed," Spock agreed, studying the figure of a man seeming to emerge from the dark glistening wood.
"Gentle beings," the woman within the tent said with a welcoming smile.
"This art is beautiful," Jim said in admiration. "Are you the artist?"
"I am," she agreed, pleased by his praise. "All done by hand as passed down through generations."
"Amazing," Jim said, looking over at Spock who held a carving of a tree, intricate limbs intertwined.
"This was done by hand?" Spock asked, clearly impressed.
"Yes, gentle being," the artist agreed.
"I would purchase this," Spock said, taking his credit chip out of his pocket.
She nodded, accepting the chip after informing him of the price.
Jim had to smile at the look on Spock's face. "It is beautiful."
"It makes me think of the trees on Vulcan," Spock said.
Jim nodded in understanding, noticing a mirror hanging from one of the poles in the back. The wooden frame was carved with a sun in one corner, a moon in the opposite corner, and stars connecting all the sides. "May I purchase this mirror?" he asked the artist.
"Certainly. I can have it delivered to your bungalow," she offered, removing it from its hook.
"Thank you. What is that?" he asked Spock.
"I was considering purchasing it as a gift for the Michaels," he said, showing Jim the carving of two men reclining against a pillow, kissing, their bare entwined bodies beautifully and artfully displayed.
"They would be honored," Jim agreed with a smile.
"I'll have these delivered as well," she said to Spock to his nods. "Thank you, gentle beings," she said when their business was completed.
"You don't normally buy the crew wedding presents," Jim commented as they strolled down the row of tents.
"The Michaels may believe I disapprove of their relationship," Spock admitted reluctantly.
"Why would they think that?" Jim asked.
"For reasons I would prefer to keep to myself."
"Oh," Jim said. "They have cause to think so?"
"Not intentionally. There was a miscommunication between us. I straightened it out but I believe they still harbor some doubts."
"Do you want me to talk to them?" Jim offered.
"That is not necessary."
"Okay," Jim said, stopping before a tent filled with beautiful glass.
"Gentle beings," the proprietor said in greeting.
"Are these hand made?" Jim asked admiring the gleaming stemware.
"My son makes them," the older man agreed with a smile.
"They are truly lovely," Jim said.
"I thank you," the man returned.
Jim picked up a goblet with stars etched into the dark blue glass, the stem seeming to be made of two delicate lengths of glass, twisted into a spiral. "Bones would love this."
"Indeed," Spock agreed.
"We also have a decanter which matches," the man said, picking it up from one of the shelves.
"Beautiful," Jim said in admiration. "How much would it be for the decanter and four glasses?" The man told him, Jim nodding. "Can you have them delivered to my bungalow?" he requested as he gave the man his credit chip.
"With pleasure, Captain," the man agreed. They waited as he completed the transaction, returning the credit chip.
"May I inquire as to how you knew he was the Captain?" Spock asked.
The man smiled, looking from Spock to Jim. "It was with much excitement that we greeted the news of the arrival of Enterprise. Even here we know of your heroics."
"You recognize the Captain?" Spock asked.
"All know of his description. And the loyalty of his Vulcan Commander," the man said with respect and admiration.
"I see," Spock said, careful not to look at the Captain whom he sensed was barely suppressing his laughter.
"I hope that you continue to enjoy all the pleasures of our planet, gentle beings," the man said with a final smile.
"We will. Thank you again for your assistance," the Captain said with a nod, strolling away, Spock by his side. "So it's you they really recognize," Jim teased.
"That was not his explanation," Spock said.
"I'm willing to bet that if I had come by myself he wouldn't have known who I was," Jim said.
"He said they have your description," Spock pointed out.
"I have brown hair and green eyes," Jim laughed. "That fits at least 50 members of our crew."
"Your hair is not brown and your eyes are not green," Spock corrected.
"Even so, you are the only Vulcan."
"Yes," Spock agreed. "It would have been preferable if I had not asked."
"Comes with being a scientist," Jim laughed.
"Indeed. What other tents do you wish to visit?" Spock asked, very much wanting to change the subject.
"I'm all set. And I'm ready for a swim," Jim decided. "Is there some place you want to visit?"
"I too am ready to return to the bungalow."
Jim nodded, pausing by a stand that sold something that looked vaguely like ice cream.
"Gentle beings," the woman at the stand said in greeting.
"Do you sell ice cream?" Jim asked hopefully.
"Many Earth visitors have likened our treats to your ice cream, Captain," she agreed.
"Do you have something like a milk shake?"
"We do," she confirmed. "Many gentle beings such as yourself have enjoyed ones they called strawberry. We call it pomeron."
"Would you have anything that is comparable to our coffee?" he asked.
"We do," she repeated. "It is made from our boda plant. Here, taste," she invited giving him a sample of the rich coffee colored confection.
"Delicious," he confirmed when he had tasted it. "May I have a milk shake of this, please?"
"Of course, Captain. Commander?"
"Thank you, no," Spock said.
She nodded and made the Captain his milk shake, refusing payment. "Enjoy our beautiful planet, gentle beings."
"We most certainly will," Jim agreed, walking with Spock away from the square.
"That is satisfying to you?" Spock asked although he knew the answer from the expression on Jim's face.
"Very," Jim agreed, drinking more of it. "We can't tell Bones."
"We will not. And you will swim off the extra calories."
"True. What time is it?" Jim asked ideally.
"13:48 local time," Spock said.
"Do you ever get tired of me asking?"
"No. I know human time sense is not as well developed as that of Vulcans."
"I guess I could wear a watch. But we are on vacation," Jim laughed.
"There is no reason you should not continue to ask me," Spock assured him.
"That's my preference too." Jim dug the communicator out of his pocket when it beeped, opening it to acknowledge.
"Is Mr. Spock with you, Captain?" Sulu asked.
"He's right here," Jim confirmed, handing Spock his communicator.
"Spock here."
"I'm sorry to bother you, Commander. But the science staff wasn't sure what you want them to do with the left over hydroponics after they shut down the three aft lab," Sulu said.
"Have them moved to five forward, Lt. We will expand that lab once the bulkheads are removed."
"Yes sir. Should they seal off three aft when it's cleared?"
"That will not be necessary. Once it is thoroughly cleaned, it will be used for instruction," Spock said.
"Yes sir. I'll alert maintenance," Sulu confirmed.
"That will be helpful, Lt," Spock agreed.
"Anything further, sir?"
"Not at this time. Spock out." He closed the communicator and silently returned it to the Captain who was watching him with a gleam of curiosity. "Not all of my instructions were issued prior to my departure," Spock admitted reluctantly.
"Other things on your mind?"
"It would appear so."
"Thank you," Jim said quietly.
Spock nodded to silently acknowledge Jim's words as they continued on toward their bungalow. When they arrived, Scotty, McCoy, Uhura, and Christine were just getting back, laughing at their shared adventure.
"I guess you had fun," the Captain said, standing at the bottom of the steps with Spock, the others on the wide porch.
"We had a great time," McCoy agreed. "Scotty fell overboard."
"With some help," Scotty grumbled.
"Thanks for fishing him out," Jim laughed.
"Did y'all have a good time at the market?" McCoy asked.
"A very nice time," Jim agreed. "Uhura, I'm going to speak to the concierge about food for the Michaels' wedding."
"I'll do that sir," Uhura assured him. "They want the ceremony at sundown."
"That will be so romantic," Christine said.
"Since Scotty and Bones will be back aboard ship, the Michaels can stay the night in one of their bedrooms," Jim said.
"That's lovely of you, Captain," Uhura said.
"So you are staying planetside?" Bones asked.
"Yes. I'm counting on being able to have this bungalow the entire time," Jim said.
"You can," McCoy confirmed. "They only give it to Captains. So it's yours."
"Convenient," Spock said.
"Thank you, Bones," Jim said in appreciation.
"You're welcome. Kauhau was happy about you staying. Said it was no problem to have this bungalow."
"I'll speak to him about the arrangements for the wedding, Captain," Uhura assured him.
"Thank you. Let him know I'll take care of all the associated costs."
"Certainly sir. There are several containers of decorative items I need to have sent down," Uhura said.
"You can put them on our side, lass," Scott told her. "Since we'll be gone."
"That makes sense," Uhura agreed. "Now if you will excuse me, I need a shower."
"So do I," Christine agreed.
"Thank you for the outing," McCoy said with a smile for the ladies.
"And the company," Scotty added.
With cheerful farewells, the two women walked up the lane, the men sitting on the porch chairs.
"Is that a milkshake?" McCoy asked.
"Yes. I intended to finish it before you got back," the Captain admitted.
"I have no plans to scold you," the doctor promised. "I'm glad you feel like eating."
"I do. And when I'm finished, I'm planning to swim it off."
"I'm going to shower," Scotty decided.
"Your swim this morning enough?" Bones laughed.
"Quite enough. When I'm out, I'm sitting right here with a whole pile of technical journals."
"And a drink with an umbrella," McCoy finished.
"A large drink and tiny umbrella," Scotty agreed, going inside, the laughter following.
"What are you up to, Bones?" Jim asked.
"I'm thinking that hammock will be the perfect spot for a nap," the doctor said.
"I can testify to that," Jim agreed. "Are you swimming?" he asked Spock.
"I am."
Jim nodded, standing to go into the relative darkness of the bungalow, returning to McCoy with a pillow from one of the inside chairs. "This will help."
"Thanks," McCoy laughed, going down the steps and across to the hammock. He settled into it, adjusting a couple of the ropes before sighing in contentment. "Tell Scotty I want one of those umbrellas drinks too."
"You got it," Jim agreed, looking down at Spock. "I'm going to change."
"I will as well," Spock agreed, following him into the bungalow and continuing into his bedroom to close the door.
Jim stopped in the kitchen, ordering two very tropical drinks as well as juice for Spock. That done, he went into his bedroom to put on his swim trunks and a cooler tee shirt. When he emerged, he followed the sounds of Spock talking to Scotty outside.
"I'm sure they are right over here," Scotty was saying, disappearing around the corner with Spock.
Jim wandered across the sand to stand next to the hammock. "What are those two up to?"
"Looking for beach umbrellas," McCoy said.
"Oh," Jim said. "I ordered your drinks. They'll be here shortly."
"Thanks. You order yourself one?"
"I'm still too full of milk shake."
"Good. Drink plenty of water, please," McCoy requested.
"Do you ever stop being my doctor?" Jim laughed.
"I'd tell you as your friend. And as your friend, I can tell you you look better than you have."
"I am. Thanks to you."
"And Spock," McCoy added with a knowing smile.
"Yes. I want…."
"I know, Jim. Don't put any pressure on yourself. Let it happen in its own time."
"Are you telling me as my friend or as my doctor?" Jim asked lightly.
"Both. We made reservations in town for 6:30. It has local cuisine, and plenty of vegetarian choices."
"Thanks," Jim said, watching Spock return with two bright beach umbrellas. Scotty was brining up the rear with blue loungers for the water. "I forgot the towels."
"I'll get them," Scotty offered.
"That's not necessary. You have journals to read," Jim said, returning to the bungalow for several oversized towels. "Your drinks will be here any minute," he told Scotty when he was back outside with the towels.
"Thanks," Scotty said, settling in one of the porch chairs, the pile of reading material next to him.
"There's one for Bones too. And juice for Spock," Jim said.
"Yes sir," Scotty acknowledged, looking up at him. "You feeling more chipper?"
"I am indeed. Thanks," Jim said.
Scotty nodded, watching silently as his Captain crossed over to the beach where Spock was securing the second umbrella in the sand.
"Are you sitting under one?" Jim asked as he spread the first towel in the shade.
"Not a first," Spock said, pulling off his tee shirt.
"Alright," Jim acknowledged, spreading the second towel in the sun right next to the first. He peeled off his tee shirt, picking up one of the blue loungers. When Spock had the other, they entered the water, floating lazily. "I could get used to this," Jim said, one hand trailing in the water.
"For a time," Spock said.
"And then I would be bored out of my mind," Jim conceded.
"I predict that would occur in 15.6 days after you began living in leisure," Spock said.
"15.6?" Jim laughed.
"Based on observation and hypothesis."
"Or you are making it up," Jim laughed.
"Quite possibly," Spock had to agree.
Jim laughed just as Spock expected, glad to have that sound in his ears. Their conversation as they floated was as aimless and easy as their time on the water. Periodically they would return to the warm sand, drying themselves, and then return to the refreshing ocean to cool off.
"It is 17:45," Spock said from where he lay stretched out next to Jim.
"Okay. I wonder how casual we can dress for tonight."
"My observation has been that casual is the official mode of attire."
"I think you're right. So jeans would be acceptable," Jim said.
"They would to me," Spock said, receiving Jim's laugh in reward.
"Should I wear jeans for our wedding?"
"That would be my preference," Spock agreed.
"Then you'll need to wear your formal black and silver robe. I catch my breath every time you have it on."
"I know," Spock said quietly, seductively, warmly.
"I know you know, love. I can't wear jeans if you wear your clan robe."
"Are jeans not the uniform of your clan?" Spock teased.
"Yes, I suppose they are," Jim laughed. "Imagine the picture we would make – you in your regally formal robes. Me in my faded jeans. Looking like a peasant marrying his feudal lord."
"You could never look like a peasant," Spock said.
"Thank you for saying so. You always look very regal, descended from the ruling class."
"Do I?" Spock asked.
"Yes you do. I've heard it said in passing that some think you look arrogant. But never from anyone who knows you. You are the least arrogant, self-important being I've ever known."
"Thank you, t'hy'la," Spock said sincerely.
Jim smiled in acknowledgement, loathe to break the spell. But they knew it was time to get inside. Jim slowly stood, Spock also standing to help gather their things. They returned to the bungalow, showering and changing to go into town for a delicious dinner.
When they returned, they all decided to get into bed, except Spock who said he would work for a little while.
"Unless you need me to sleep on your floor," he said to Jim when they were both in their bed clothes, Spock dressed warmly, Jim in shorts and a tee shirt.
"I'll be fine, Spock," Jim assured him, yawing in reaction.
"You will inform me if you require my assistance?"
"You'll know," Jim said with a warm smile.
"Shall I tuck you in?" Spock asked with warmth and affection.
"I'd like that," Jim agreed, leading the Vulcan into his bedroom. Spock lifted the covers so that Jim could slip into the cool sheets. When he was settled, Spock made sure the covers were snug over his Captain's relaxed body.
"Do you desire another story?" Spock asked, sitting next to him, looking down into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
"I can't imagine one better than last night's," Jim said softly.
"I will endeavor not to disappoint you," Spock said.
"Once upon a time…" the Captain began for him.
"There was a…gentle being, Spock said. "He always thought he knew what his life would hold, how he would spend most of his days. He did not dwell on the future over which he had no control. When he did consider it, he could only envision himself alone, married to his job, as he had heard others say.
"Then one day, a man entered his life. An Earth man. This man was young and handsome and so very…alive. The lonely being was drawn, irresistibly and by forces he could not understand, to the Earth man. Just being in the Earth man's presence warmed the being more than the sun of his native planet.
"As much as the gentle being craved the company of the Earth man, he believed the Earth man saw him only as one of many.
"Slowly the gentle being realized that along with the respect and admiration he felt for the Earth man, most of all what he felt was something which he found more fulfilling and profound. The gentle being knew he loved the Earth man – completely and without question."
"And the Earth man loved the gentle being equally and fully," Jim finished with a warm smile.
"And so they lived happily ever after," Spock finished, kissing the Earth man on the forehead.
"Or they will soon," Jim said.
"You know that this gentle being is content to wait," Spock said.
"I do know. And I am very grateful."
Spock nodded and with a second kiss, stood. "I bid you good night, Earth man."
"Good night, gentle being." Jim sighed in contentment, drifting off into a deep, sound sleep.