A/n thanks for all of those people who reviewed, and for those of you who
didn't read my end A/n on the last chapter, I couldn't make up my mind on
the pairing. SO I just decided to do both. This chapter, chapter three, is
the Spirk ending. Chapter four will be the Spock/Mc. Ending. SO hang in
there and work with me? Oh and for those who have not yet caught on, when
it's the quote thingies like this "it's speaking, and when it's the single
one like this' it's thoughts.
Unending Truths
Spock struggled out of the drug-induced sleep he was in with a bit back curse. 'Damn McCoy and his meddling!' He looked around and waited for his vision to clear before getting up and making his way to the office door. Staring at the now drunk McCoy, he snorted in barely contained disgust. "Pull yourself together Doctor. You never gave me a solution to my problem." He said, startling McCoy into squawking and tossing the drink he had cradled in his hands all over his desk.
"Now see here you pointy eared hobgoblin, I'll not have you destroying my office," he said drunkenly, not aware that Spock had hauled him to his feet. "Spoc-k?" he hiccupped and was dropped onto his feet. That was sufficiently enough to rouse him from his stupor. "You should be resting. I don't want to have to deal with you later." 'Or after you get that haunted look in your eyes.' He added silently to himself.
Spock looked at him and raised one eyebrow. "Doctor I fail to see why rest is important in the case of a heartache." Spock stated blandly and, at Bones' blank look, patiently explained his situation to Bones again. "Doctor, Jim came into my cabin and said he thought he was in love with me. I guess he expected me to say I love him too, which I believe I do, and when I didn't, he walked away, heartbroken. When he left, I had the most peculiar feeling in my heart. It was like a twinge of pain, which is illogical." He finished, and waited for Bones diagnosis.
Bones gave it to him. "Well well you green blooded bastard. You DO have feelings after all. No one's perfect, and I believe I have jut found your flaw." He said gleefully, storing that little snippet away for later use in an argument. "As for the heart ache, that was most likely regret or perhaps even you love him so much that it hurts." He said, smiling wryly. When Spock just stared at him, Bones shoved Spock towards the door. "Go you unfeeling bastard! Go tell Jim you love him too!"
Spock left, and with a few unsteady strides to the turbo lift, he decided he would indeed go. It was the most logical thing to do, even though the subject itself had no logic. 'Hold on my T'hy'la. ' He thought as the lift deposited him to the bridge. He burst in, his eyes going directly to the Captain's chair. Seeing Sulu, he cocked an eyebrow. "Where is the Captain?" he asked, trying to contain his anxiety. Sulu half smiled. "You just missed him. He's in his quarters I believe." He said helpfully, trying not to start smiling like an idiot.
Spock nodded and left, oblivious to the look Sulu shot Chekov. "Isn't true love wonderful?" he asked Chekov wonderingly. Chekov nodded. "It was inwented in Russia." He shot back, as he always did when something approved of or desired. Sulu rolled his eyes and went back to checking his controls for the helm.
Spock hesitatingly hit the button that announced the intercom. "Come in." came the usual reply. Spock stepped into the room and cocked his eyebrows. Jim lay across his bed, one eye across his eyes, not even looking to see who it was. "Just leave Spock. I don't want to talk." He said, moving his hand a fraction of the way off of his eyes. Spock took a step in and the door whooshed shut behind him. "Your feelings of talking are irrelevant at the moment. All you have to do ids listen. My T'hy'la." He said, as he clasped his hands and waited.
Jim sat up and glared. "I suppose I have to ask you to sit down now." He said and gestured to a chair nearby. Spock sat in it stiffly and tried not to wince as Jim gave him his most withering look. "What do you want Mr. Spock?" he asked, ignoring the pointed look towards the water. Jim really didn't feel like talking right now, as Bones had discovered earlier as he had tried to get Jim interested in some brandy.
"Sir, I do not wish this to be a formal meeting. This is purely on personal grounds. I... was wrong. I can feel love. And I love you." Spock said, trying not to look at his shoes as a guilty child might. "While it's true that Vulcan's cannot lie, I was not exactly lying to you earlier. I hope you can forgive me." Spock finished, and folded his hands on his lap. "I understand if you do not wish to talk, as it would be the logical thing to do when a human is extremely emotionally distressed like you are now Jim."
Jim stared at Spock wordlessly and sighed. "Spock... I... forgiveness cannot just be granted. I understood that you said you couldn't feel love, but I cannot possibly derive why you refused to admit it to yourself. It's a human thing true, but you're half-human! I understand both halves of you, and I love both parts. But not if you're going to do this to me." He said and looked away from Spock. His hand trembled from the strain of not throwing his arms around Spock for revealing this truth.
Spock got up from the chair as quietly as he could and stood against Jim. Reaching over Jim's shoulders, he spoke quietly to him. "Jim, let me have your thoughts. My mind to your mind. My thought to your thoughts." He said quietly as he initiated a mind meld. Jim's distress at having his worst fears confirmed now wrestled with the fact that Spock loved him and the anger he felt at the treatment he had had from him.
Jim jerked away from Spock and had to gasp into Spock's mouth as it closed on his. At first it was a chastise kiss, but it soon became something deeper. Spock ruthlessly controlled the kiss as his savage mating hormones kicked in. He broke the kiss and stepped away from Jim. "Jim... I love you. Never forget it." He said and left the room, holding his side from the pain. Jim stared after him and melted into a chair nearby, holding his face in shocked silence. "I love you too... my T'hy'la."
Unending Truths
Spock struggled out of the drug-induced sleep he was in with a bit back curse. 'Damn McCoy and his meddling!' He looked around and waited for his vision to clear before getting up and making his way to the office door. Staring at the now drunk McCoy, he snorted in barely contained disgust. "Pull yourself together Doctor. You never gave me a solution to my problem." He said, startling McCoy into squawking and tossing the drink he had cradled in his hands all over his desk.
"Now see here you pointy eared hobgoblin, I'll not have you destroying my office," he said drunkenly, not aware that Spock had hauled him to his feet. "Spoc-k?" he hiccupped and was dropped onto his feet. That was sufficiently enough to rouse him from his stupor. "You should be resting. I don't want to have to deal with you later." 'Or after you get that haunted look in your eyes.' He added silently to himself.
Spock looked at him and raised one eyebrow. "Doctor I fail to see why rest is important in the case of a heartache." Spock stated blandly and, at Bones' blank look, patiently explained his situation to Bones again. "Doctor, Jim came into my cabin and said he thought he was in love with me. I guess he expected me to say I love him too, which I believe I do, and when I didn't, he walked away, heartbroken. When he left, I had the most peculiar feeling in my heart. It was like a twinge of pain, which is illogical." He finished, and waited for Bones diagnosis.
Bones gave it to him. "Well well you green blooded bastard. You DO have feelings after all. No one's perfect, and I believe I have jut found your flaw." He said gleefully, storing that little snippet away for later use in an argument. "As for the heart ache, that was most likely regret or perhaps even you love him so much that it hurts." He said, smiling wryly. When Spock just stared at him, Bones shoved Spock towards the door. "Go you unfeeling bastard! Go tell Jim you love him too!"
Spock left, and with a few unsteady strides to the turbo lift, he decided he would indeed go. It was the most logical thing to do, even though the subject itself had no logic. 'Hold on my T'hy'la. ' He thought as the lift deposited him to the bridge. He burst in, his eyes going directly to the Captain's chair. Seeing Sulu, he cocked an eyebrow. "Where is the Captain?" he asked, trying to contain his anxiety. Sulu half smiled. "You just missed him. He's in his quarters I believe." He said helpfully, trying not to start smiling like an idiot.
Spock nodded and left, oblivious to the look Sulu shot Chekov. "Isn't true love wonderful?" he asked Chekov wonderingly. Chekov nodded. "It was inwented in Russia." He shot back, as he always did when something approved of or desired. Sulu rolled his eyes and went back to checking his controls for the helm.
Spock hesitatingly hit the button that announced the intercom. "Come in." came the usual reply. Spock stepped into the room and cocked his eyebrows. Jim lay across his bed, one eye across his eyes, not even looking to see who it was. "Just leave Spock. I don't want to talk." He said, moving his hand a fraction of the way off of his eyes. Spock took a step in and the door whooshed shut behind him. "Your feelings of talking are irrelevant at the moment. All you have to do ids listen. My T'hy'la." He said, as he clasped his hands and waited.
Jim sat up and glared. "I suppose I have to ask you to sit down now." He said and gestured to a chair nearby. Spock sat in it stiffly and tried not to wince as Jim gave him his most withering look. "What do you want Mr. Spock?" he asked, ignoring the pointed look towards the water. Jim really didn't feel like talking right now, as Bones had discovered earlier as he had tried to get Jim interested in some brandy.
"Sir, I do not wish this to be a formal meeting. This is purely on personal grounds. I... was wrong. I can feel love. And I love you." Spock said, trying not to look at his shoes as a guilty child might. "While it's true that Vulcan's cannot lie, I was not exactly lying to you earlier. I hope you can forgive me." Spock finished, and folded his hands on his lap. "I understand if you do not wish to talk, as it would be the logical thing to do when a human is extremely emotionally distressed like you are now Jim."
Jim stared at Spock wordlessly and sighed. "Spock... I... forgiveness cannot just be granted. I understood that you said you couldn't feel love, but I cannot possibly derive why you refused to admit it to yourself. It's a human thing true, but you're half-human! I understand both halves of you, and I love both parts. But not if you're going to do this to me." He said and looked away from Spock. His hand trembled from the strain of not throwing his arms around Spock for revealing this truth.
Spock got up from the chair as quietly as he could and stood against Jim. Reaching over Jim's shoulders, he spoke quietly to him. "Jim, let me have your thoughts. My mind to your mind. My thought to your thoughts." He said quietly as he initiated a mind meld. Jim's distress at having his worst fears confirmed now wrestled with the fact that Spock loved him and the anger he felt at the treatment he had had from him.
Jim jerked away from Spock and had to gasp into Spock's mouth as it closed on his. At first it was a chastise kiss, but it soon became something deeper. Spock ruthlessly controlled the kiss as his savage mating hormones kicked in. He broke the kiss and stepped away from Jim. "Jim... I love you. Never forget it." He said and left the room, holding his side from the pain. Jim stared after him and melted into a chair nearby, holding his face in shocked silence. "I love you too... my T'hy'la."