This story is Mature and will have yaoi/slash/shonen-ai, whatever you want to call it…there will be men loving each other, foul language, and sexual situations.

Disclaimer: I own nothing…just the idea, and a few OCs.

Author's Note

As promised I have a new chapter for ya'll. I'm sorry it's so much later than I said it would be but my summer courses are keeping me very busy.

Chapter 7

Jim breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally time for the bridge crew to get a few days of R&R before the next mission. He stepped out of the shuttle with Bones and Spock flanking him. Everyone went to go do their thing and he started to follow Bones but was stopped by a hand on his arm.

"What is it Spock?"

"I request that you accompany me to meet with someone of importance."

Jim stared at him for a minute before shrugging his shoulders.

"Alright…May I ask who this person of importance is?"

"You may."

"…"

Jim gave a light growl at Spock while giving him a rather pointed look. However, Spock was looking everywhere except at Jim so he saw nothing. Bones finally realized that Jim wasn't following him and came up beside him, watching the silent contest of wills between them.

"You two gonna do this all day or can we go get drunk now?"

Jim gave his friend an exasperated look.

"We can't get drunk Bones…especially not here."

"Why the hell not? You never turn down a chance to get drunk. Are you ill?"

"No Bones, I'm the Captain of the Enterprise…I have to look good so that she can look good. I can't go getting drunk anymore."

The other two just stared at him, Bones in open-mouthed shock while Spock was looking at him in silent pride.

"So…Spock? Who is this 'Important' person that you want me to meet?"

"Ambassador Sarek."

"But…I already met him on the ship…back when we first brought him here with the rest of the council."

"Wait a minute…isn't he your father?"

"Affirmative…to both of you. I wish to formally introduce the two of you to him."

They looked at Spock, then at each other, then back to Spock again.

"Alright, I'm in. You Bones?"

"Fine…let's do this quickly."

"Follow me…it is not far."

1 Hour Later…

"You said it wasn't far!"

"This is not far."

"Yeah sure…for a VULCAN who is used to this climate!"

"You are in good enough shape to make it with little difficulty."

"Why you pointy-eared…"

Jim tuned them both out and focused on breathing. His lungs were burning and he couldn't breathe right.

"Bones…I'm having…serious trouble…breathing."

His companions were at his side in an instant, Bones checking him with his tricorder and Spock making sure he wouldn't collapse. Bones finally let out a relieved sigh.

"You're fine, just overtaxed your lungs a bit…they're still recovering Jim."

"I thought I was ok…I felt ok."

"Well, for now we need to get you somewhere cool and shaded…and soon."

"We are approximately 10.5987 feet from my father's home."

"Good…you carry him, we'll get there faster that way."

"No, Bones I do not need to be…" "…carried."

Jim scowled at both of them until they reached the house. Once they were inside Spock placed him onto a lounger and he sank into the cushions in relief. He opened his eyes and nearly jumped off the lounger when he realized Spock's dad was watching them from the doorway. The other two both pushed him back down and told him to stay put.

"Don't stand yet Jim, no need to further stress your lungs out."

"Turn around you two."

"What?"

"Behind you."

They both turned and Spock greeted his father.

"Spock. Are these two the ones you wished for me to meet?"

"Affirmative. I wish to formally introduce to you James Kirk…My T'hy'la, and Leonard McCoy…the third member of this relationship."

Both Jim and Bones were looking at Spock like he'd gone crazy. Sarek nodded before speaking.

"I understand the relationship between you and Mr. Kirk…however I do not understand Mr. McCoy's place in it. Explain."

Bones opened hi mouth only to find Jim's hand covering it with a whispered 'Shut Up'.

"We provide Jim with different needs. Dr. McCoy takes care of him emotionally. He helps him deal with his emotions and understands why he feels them where I can not. I see to his need for logic, structure, and balance. It is, thus far, a successful relationship."

Sarek seemed to think it over and, after a few moments, nodded once more.

"I understand. Mr. Kirk?"

"Jim, please."

"Very well, Jim. May I speak with you alone?"

"Sure…I don't mind."

Sarek had Spock take Bones to the inner courtyard.

"What do you know about Vulcans?"

"Umm…I know that as touch telepaths you guys don't like to be touched except by certain people…hmm…I know the traditional greeting and farewell things too…and uh…I think that's about it…other than the anatomy stuff that Starfleet teaches."

"It is more than I expected a human to know. I am impressed."

"Thanks…I think."

"Do you know the term my son used? T'hy'la?"

"No…I assume it means something like partner?"

"It can be construed as such for humans. It means friend, brother, and lover. In human terms the best way to use it is soul mate."

Jim felt his heart skip a couple beats in his shock, and all the breath rushed out of him lungs. Soul mates…him and Spock…was that even possible?

"It is used by Vulcans to describe a perfect math in mind, body, and spirit. Perfect compatibility is rare for any Vulcan and such a pairing is therefore cherished by all Vulcans, regardless of race or gender."

Jim was still trying to process the idea of a soul mate when Sarek brought the other two back in. They both gave Jim looks of concern, but neither one wanted to ask him about it there. Spock resolved to speak with Jim once they returned to the ship. Bones just glared at Sarek, who raised a single eyebrow in return causing Bones to storm outside.

1 Hour Later…

They made it back to the ship, after Spock insisted on carrying Jim the entire way back to the shuttle. Bones just snickered at him and followed behind a few paces. Jim reached his room with a heavy sigh and collapsed on the bed. He didn't realize he had left the door unlocked until Spock entered the room. He stood by the bed and gave Jim a thoughtful look that Jim just knew was going to bring about questions he may not want to answer.