"Ouch, ouch, ouch," Jayme said as she hopped into Spock's lap.
"I did warn you that black sand was too hot to walk on without shoes," he told her.
"I wasn't gonna go swimming in my shoes. That would be illogical," she chuckled.
"Harming yourself in an effort not to dampen your footwear is also illogical," Spock said.
"Well, that's quite the conundrum we have," Jayme smiled. "More than one logical explanation to the same problem. I wonder how often that happens."
"In your case, fairly often."
"Because of my weird logic?"
"I find nothing 'weird' about your logic. It is just different from my own."
"You find me logical in my own way. I'm gonna take that as a compliment, t'nash-veh ashaya," she chuckled as his fingers examined her feet, uncaring that she just got him all wet.
"As you should, t'nash-veh adun'a," he told her, amusement in his eyes.
"Don't you dare tickle my feet," Jayme warned. He gave her a look and she almost jumped out of his lap.
"I will not. You would harm yourself in an effort move away from me, that I cannot allow," Spock said and God help her if she didn't love him even more.
"You don't want me to get hurt. How very sweet of you," she smiled. Jayme then remembered a thought she had on the Farragut. "Hey, what does it feel like to you when I get hurt… or sick… or drunk?"
"When you are intoxicated, your thoughts and feelings are not as guarded as they are when you are in control. It is both enlightening and amusing. When you are ill, your thoughts are similarly out of your control, however, they are slightly obscured. When you are injured…" he paused, "your thoughts are sharply focused. Despite your pain, your concern is never for yourself. You value the safety of others above all else. It is something I greatly admire."
"You admire my foolish and stubborn attempt to save everyone even though it's illogical?"
"I do not consider it to be illogical. It is, in fact, one of your more honorable traits."
"Now, that was definitely a compliment," Jayme smiled. "You're pretty awesome too, you know. I mean, the fates would not have put us together if you weren't."
"I find your logic on the matter to be quite sound."
"You sure you don't wanna try this?" Jayme asked with a smile.
"I am certain," Spock said, barely stopping himself from smiling in a bakery full of people.
"It's really good," she teased.
"As evidenced by your enthusiastic consumption," he told her.
"It's the last spoonful," Jayme said, waving the best chocolate mousse she's ever tasted under his nose. She knew that Vulcans and chocolate was like Humans and alcohol but it was only a little chocolate and she wouldn't let anything happen to him. "It's not gonna kill you to try it."
"I wouldn't waste your charms on him, sweetheart," some idiot said, dropping an arm around her shoulders. "His type doesn't know how to have fun or respond to the attention of a beautiful woman." Jayme could see his buddies egging him on while her husband raised an eyebrow. "I don't have that problem."
"Wow, were you born an idiot or did your mom drop you on your head?" she asked before eating the last of her mousse. There were a few different species in the bakery and she noticed that almost all of them were getting offended. Xenophobia was really not cool.
"You're the one hanging out with an emotionless Vulcan," the guy said.
"Stoic and logical but not emotionless. He has this thing you obviously don't have called self-control. You should get some. Preferably far away from me," Jayme said.
"Now, now, sweetheart…"
"Call me that one more time and I will feed you your teeth," she told him with a sickly sweet smile. "Get off of me."
"You pick the ice man over a good ole Human," one of the idiot's friends piped up.
"No. I pick the man I grew up with and married over a bunch of jerks I don't know. Now, I'm gonna say it again. Get. Off. Of. Me," Jayme growled.
Spock, while serene on the surface, was not happy. She's always been a bit on the touchy-feely side, so that never bothered him, but the fact that someone she didn't know and has already told to back off wasn't letting her go pissed him off something fierce. She was trying to avoid overprotective Vulcan mode because Spock could seriously hurt someone with next to no effort and it would be completely logical.
The guy smiled as he gave her shoulder a squeeze and Jayme just shook her head. She looked at her husband, "Ek' ish-veh."
"Release her, now," Spock growled, rising to his feet. The idiot was smart enough to let his arm drop. "My wife, attend." He held up two of his fingers as Jayme stood up and moved to stand next to him, touching her fingers to his. 'You are amused,' he thought.
'Little bit,' Jayme thought back before looking at the idiots. 'I love it when you get like this. Gets very interesting when we're alone.'
"Pathetic," the guy spat. "Letting him tell you what to do."
"My wife does only that which she wishes to do and nothing more. As I am Vulcan, I take no offense to your words and actions. However, you have upset my wife and that is unacceptable." Spock then dismissed them like she's seen Amanda do a few times. "Come, k'diwa. These men are unworthy of your presence."
"Running away, Pointy," the second idiot taunted.
"You seek a physical altercation with me for what purpose?" her husband asked, ignoring the derogatory name. "Do you illogically believe that my wife will leave with you if you were somehow able to defeat me? I am well aware of how to defend myself against multiple opponents and I have deduced nineteen methods of which to disable you and your companions. As one who teaches physical combat to others, my wife has also deduced multiple ways in which to disable you. I seek to leave not due to fear, as it is a Human emotion I do not experience, but because my wife has a particular disdain for xenophobes and should she decide to engage in physical combat with you, I would be unable to stop her from severely harming you. It would, no doubt, end our vacation."
"Awe, you say the sweetest things, darling," she smiled as they walked out the bakery and left the idiots to the wrath of the other aliens in the building. After a few minutes, Jayme chuckled, "They're lucky that I don't feel like explaining to the authorities and Starfleet why we kicked some idiots' asses. Which would, in turn, mean that we would have to explain our association to Starfleet beyond the BS that Pike put in our files."
Pike took her idea and made it as honest as possible without revealing who they were. Spock's file had his spouse listed as S'chn T'gai J'Thea and her file had her spouse listed as S.T.S. Grayson. Both aliases were completely accurate, if only slightly duplicitous. Anyone who just glanced at their information, which happens a lot with Jayme, wouldn't even register who they really were without someone actually paying attention. It's not like Spock's parents and siblings aren't listed as her next of kin and Sybok had medical power of attorney until she and Spock completed their bond.
"That is why I suggested leaving," he told her.
"Very logical, if I do say so myself."
Jayme ran her fingers over his brow, along his cheekbones, to his jaw and over his lips. His sharp, but incredibly beautiful, features were so much softer in his sleep. She couldn't actually remember the last time she watched Spock like this. He pretends to sleep for her benefit all the time but, through their bond, she knew he wasn't even a little conscious. Jayme smiled, happy that one of them was getting some rest. Sleep wasn't exactly her friend.
In addition to her guilt about the Farragut, she realized that going back to class was going to be insufferable. Only a handful of people graduate as full lieutenants and she knew, without a doubt, that someone will make her promotion about her father. Jayme's only solace was the fact that she got to keep one thing to herself. The most important thing. As much as she hated the sneaking around thing, she was thankful that everyone didn't know she was married. Of course, that made her feel guilty too.
"You shouldn't," Spock whispered. She didn't even notice that he woke up. "I am grateful that most are unaware of our association as well."
"I can hear them now, 'Spock is too good for her'," Jayme muttered.
"They would be incorrect. We are t'hy'la, which means we are exactly what the other needs."
"I know that but other than our family nobody else does. And it would be pointless to even attempt to explain. Maybe I'm just thinking too much into it."
"Indeed. You must refrain from attempting to 'solve all the world's problems,' I believe the term is. You will accomplish nothing tonight, Jim. Especially in regards to your training. What the other cadets think or say about you has no bearing on your ability to do your duty."
"You sure about that?" she scoffed.
"I am," he told her. "I am also sure that you have not been achieving adequate rest. You must sleep, k'diwa."
"You must get sick of always having to tell me that," Jayme smiled.
"I do not. If it is necessary for me to instruct you to rest before you do so, I will tell you every night."
"Some girls get flowers and candy, you tell me when to get some rest. I'm a lucky lady."
t'nash-veh ashaya - My love
t'nash-veh adun'a - My wife
Ek' ish-veh - All yours
k'diwa - Beloved