Author's note: I really want to say I am sorry for such a long delay in writing. First off I've been having a hard nearly two years. I've thought about abandoned this story and removing it from the site. I just wansn't satisfied with how the story was going. I wasn't providing the quality that I wanted to give to this story. I'm not going give up. If you still want to continue reading this story I still plan on writing it. Thank you to all the favs and reviews. They really do help me. Also I am writing this on my phone. So forgive me for the mispellings.
Edit: 02/27/20 Adding to it.
Spock waited as the hours creeped by while Jim slept. The man before him had always confused him. Hot one moment and cold the next. When one would zig he would zag. Over the years Spock had grown to appreciate the way his former captain had never gone with the proverbial flow of things. That's why he felt as if he had been hit with a phaser set not quite to kill as he twisted the glass between his fingers. He felt as if he woke up with a human heart in place of his Vulcan one.
It was without a doubt the strangest feeling he had experienced in a long time. He brought the glass to his nose even though he knew what the scent would tell. It hadn't changed the last twenty-three times he had scented the remnants of the glass. No alcohol. Not even the trace of the synthetic kind. Jim had always had a weakness for the stuff. He use to accept any excuse to consume it. It had never excatly been a problem since Jim never drank enough to loose his head. So why would he pour Spock alcohol and not partake in it himself? It made him feel like a cat when their fur was brushed the wrong away.
That question plagued Spock's mind as the late hours slowly melted into false dawn and finally into early morning. It was when Jim's heart started to pick up in preparation to waking that finally roused the half breed into standing and washing the cup before placing it in it's peoper place. A short while later he heard his former captain shift on the couch before heading into the direction of the bathroom. He stumbled as if he were still partially asleep or in fact drunk. Was it a placebo effect? It wasn't Spocks place to ask.
Looking at the clock on the wall Spock confirmed that his son was late in entering the living space. Leaving the kitchen he walked to David's room to peer in. His son was awake and looking at him. However, David was still asleep and wrapped around Lhai. One small hand clutching Lhai's like a life line. Next to them lay a PADD, either from the night before or from being awake earlier than normal. Either way his son seemed fine laying in bed. 'I am fine Father. I will remain here until David awaken. His mind is close to being awake already.'
Spock nodded his head. 'As you wish. Be careful. I do not need to warn you that touch in such manner can have a transference of emotions. Your shields are strong but if he has another night terror you may be drawn in.' He could feel the frustration from his son as his cheeks tented green. Spock gave a smile and moved away from the door in time to see his former captain leaving the master bedroom. He seemed much more awake and coordinated.
Jim paused in the hall way before a grin formed on his face. "Let me guess David octopused him?" Without another word Jim joined him in the door way to look in on the children. He pulled out His communicator and snapped several pictures. Spock felt his own vibrate in his pocket. Clearly Jim was sharing the "blackmail" for him to use later. His grin grew wider as Lhai scrowled at them. Chuckling the former captain leaned against the door frame putting away the comunicator. "Sorry kiddo he does that. I'd try to help you but...it's every man for himself." He shrugged his shoulders.
Jim turned and froze for a second. His eyes growing wide. Spock quickly moved back giving the human space. Jim's eyes softened before he stepped forward lightly tapping Spock on the arm. "Hey come help with breakfast. If yours is anything like mine they eat twice as much as you think their tiny bodies can hold."
Nodding, Spock followed the human to the kitchen. "I have started to wonder how my mother kept me fed when I was his age. The mix of human and Vulcan DNA had always made me crave odd things as a child. Lhai seems to have it worse. He has three sets of DNA demanding even more vitamins and minerals."
Authors note 2: Some fluff while I get back into the flow of things. Again thank you to those who have stuck it own this long.