Sorry that today's is so late! Also, I'm sorry about the unintentional angst. Again. This is 300+ words of sad, but I hope that you like it anyways.

Disclaimer: We all know that I soo do not own Star Trek.

Acquaintanceship

(noun) someone who is known but who is not a close friend

Taking the PADD in hand, Jim gave it a swift cursory glance, trying his hardest not to look up at what was playing out in front of him. He didn't need the visual confirmation to know what was going on; just like it had every day for a month now, two of his senior officers were sharing a private, intimate kiss. Of course, if you weren't familiar with Vulcan customs, you would think that it was just an innocent bit of hand holding.

But thanks to his Mind Meld with Spock—Old Spock, he reminded himself forcefully—he now knew more about the alien species than anyone else ever would. That brief moment of connection had sparked something inside of him that he wished he could get rid of. He could have gone his whole life without experiencing this utter pain, quite happily.

They could not be blamed for it though, he knew. How were they to know that in another universe, he and Spock were t'hy'la? It was something he found himself craving; that connection and utter commitment to someone else was something he had never considered, but now he ached for it. Those lingering images and feelings were messing with his head, and he did not enjoy it.

It was something he knew that he knew he would never obtain, that contentment; as it stood, despite having worked together in such close quarters for a little over a year, Spock still could not stand him. They were no closer than they had ever been, despite all that they had gone through.

Handing the data PADD back to his yeoman, his found his eyes drawn to Spock and Uhura, watching as they seemed to lean into another's orbit without conscious thought, despite how hard he tried to avoid it. He felt his breath stutter and catch at the look they sent one another, the small smile that tugged at Spock's lips.

Sometimes he wished that Old Spock had not found him at all.

Then, he would have never known this grief.

So..I'll try and make tomorrow's a joyful one. Promise.

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Until tomorrow, dears. Toodles~.