By the time they got to Georgia Leonard was so damn tired he didn't even know how to read his watch. All he could do was trudge after Spock, trying not to bump into people, as they were checked into a hotel. The receptionist lady sounded very nice, but he didn't have time to dwell on it as he followed the Vulcan into an elevator. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, but Spock elbowed him in the ribs before he could pass out. Leonard glared at him.

They got off the elevator, and Leonard could smell the familiar smells of hotel rooms. Clean sheets, chemical smelling bathrooms, carpet... So familiar. Almost like the dorms back when he went to Med School. He could hear the people in their rooms chatting excitedly or watching tv or even getting up to 'other' things. He didn't have time to dwell on that thought either as he heard a beep when Spock ran his key across the door lock. Did Leonard get a key?

As soon as Leonard got inside, he dropped his bags on the floor and climbed onto bed. He didn't even care if he didn't get under the blankets, or if he should've changed his clothes, he was just ready to sleep already. And so he did.

Leonard didn't really dream at all, before he woke up in the dark room. He was immediately confronted with the disgusting green abomination before him, glaring at him like an intruder. Damn alarm clocks always had that effect on people. The glowing green numbers said it was still too goddamn early for waking hours, so he just closed his eyes and rolled over. Back to sleep he went.

This time when Leonard woke up, he had his head against something hard. He pulled the blankets up to his chin, ignoring it for later. How long could he sleep in before it mattered? Did it even matter that it mattered? He took a deep breath and continued to rest, just for a little bit.

That is, until the thing against his head also took a deep breath. His eyes shot open to see a sleeping Spock right in front of him. The tops of their foreheads were pressed together, leaving their faces just inches away. Leonard almost, almost, panicked, but he came to his senses quickly. Or so he thought. He was just a little freaked out.

But really, why was Spock right there? So close? What was the bastard up to?! Leonard tried his best to not move, but given his position on the bed, it seemed that the head pressing wasn't exactly one-sided. Their heads were both pretty much in the middle of the bed. So what? Living beings usually subconsciously sought out warmth anyway! This was just survival!

But then he looked, really looked, at what was before him. A green-tinted, living, breathing, thing. Black eyelashes, upswept eyebrows, slightly messy but short black hair... And if he looked closely, a tiny scar on his left cheekbone. Possibly from a childhood injury- maybe a fight? Leonard's eyes travelled to Spock's mouth, which was open just the tiniest bit. He couldn't help but to think about how he's kissed those lips before. He couldn't help but to think that the Vulcan looked quite innocent. Maybe even looked...

Leonard swallowed down the thought, and moved away from the Vulcan. He carefully extracted himself from the bed, trying his best not to wake Spock up. He quietly dug into his luggage and got some clothes out. He then made his way to the bathroom, almost falling over Jim's box of presents for Joanna. Leonard rolled his eyes, shut the door, undressed, and took a shower. A real shower. With water. Oh how the suite life was...

When he finished and brushed his teeth and whatnot, he got out of the bathroom to see that Spock had ordered food. The man was sitting at the small table, eating a bagel with a fork and knife. Leonard made a face.

"Why'n the hell're you eatin' that with a fork?" Leonard asked, grabbing himself a muffin and biting into it as he sat across from the Vulcan. If Spock didn't look like he was 300% done with Earth already, Leonard would've poked fun at how unprofessional his bedhead was too.

"Vulcans do not touch our food with our hands." Spock said simply, not changing his expression. "As for 'looking 300% done,' I suppose that I have not accumulated enough sleep yet. Vulcans can only go without sleep for two to three weeks." At that Leonard glared at the man. His doctor senses kicking in, he could see that Spock did, in fact, look quite tired. Maybe last night's sleep wasn't enough for him?

"How long have you been going without sleep? What've you been doing instead?" Leonard asked, continuing to eat his blueberry muffin. He briefly considered trying to eat it with a fork, but hell HE wasn't the one with sensitive hands.

"I must take a shower, or else we will arrive later than expected-" Spock said, putting away his plate and utensils, and Leonard interrupted him.

"Fine, fine." Leonard sighed, finishing his breakfast. Spock could avoid it if he wanted. After all, it was none of the doctor's business. None at all.

They stepped out of the rental car, and onto the driveway of Jocelyn's house. Leonard's old house. Oh how he almost missed the place. It was still painted that ugly beige color, with white primer. God, he always hated that. He sighed, and he and Spock walked up to the door and rung the doorbell.

The door was barely open before Leonard was tackled by a small girl. "Daddy!" Joanna yelled, and Leonard brought her up into his arms and spun her around.

"Jo-Jo! God, I've missed you!" Leonard grinned, kissing her on the cheek. Jocelyn appeared in the doorway then, accompanied by a brown-haired man that he'd never seen before. Leonard's smile depleted, and he set Joanna down. "Jocelyn..." Leonard started, but the words got caught in his throat.

"Leonard. I've... I've missed you." Jocelyn said quietly, smiling. Leonard smiled back, relieved that she wasn't going to pick a fight with him.

"Uh, hi! My name's Sean. Nice to finally meet you." The man next to Jocelyn said, holding out his hand. Leonard nodded, and shook it.

"Leonard. Nice to finally meet you, also." He said, trying to be polite. Sean smiled, and held out a hand to Spock. The Vulcan merely looked at it, probably not knowing how to best approach the situation.

"Ah, this is Spock. He's a Vulcan, and they don't typically shake hands." Leonard intervened, feeling Spock's minor relief. Sean's smile dimmed as he withdrew his hand, and he and Jocelyn exchanged looks.

"Well, come in!" Jocelyn said, beckoning everyone into the house. Joanna stayed glued by Leonard's side as they all went into the living room to sit. Jocelyn brought in some southern-style sweet tea for everyone. Leonard was quick to taste it, relishing in the fact that it brought back so many happy memories.

"It's as sweet as it's always been." Leonard said with a smile, partly to compliment Jocelyn and partly as an indirect warning to Spock. Vulcan tea was a lot different from sweet tea. A lot less... well, sweet.

"Oh, Spock!" Joanna said, as if remembering something. Jocelyn and Sean sat across from the three, on the two cream-colored chairs. Joanna held her hand out in front of her and looked at it in concentration before smiling triumphantly and holding it up. Her fingers were split in pairs, with the thumb sticking out. Spock raised his eyebrow and reciprocated the gesture. "I learned this on the Internet. It's how you greet each other, right?"

"Yes, it is called the ta'al. It is a standard greeting, used by all Vulcans." Spock replied, and Leonard snorted at the teaching-moment so early on in the visit. He glanced at Sean and Jocelyn to see the two exchanging another look. What was with that?!

"So," Sean said, puckering his lips and furrowing his brows in thought. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again to smile and say, "You're staying for lunch, right?" Leonard smiled back, relaxing into the couch. He and Spock looked at each other, as if they were silently discussing the topic. The Vulcan rose and eyebrow, and Leonard nodded.

"Yeah, of course we will." Leonard said, looking back at the couple. He could hear Joanna make a pleased noise, but he was more interested in watching Sean's reaction. The man was just... blank. His smile remained unchanged, and he nodded. Leonard was curious about him already.

During lunch, they discussed a vast array of topics, having a few intermingled conversations. Sean seemed to enjoy asking lots of questions about Spock and 'his Vulcan people,' which Joanna was quite interested in as well. Leonard was too preoccupied with asking Jocelyn lots of questions to tune into their conversation over there. He wondered about the life they could've had. So he asked about Joanna, he asked about family and friends of family, and he asked about Jocelyn and how she was.

Evidently, Jocelyn had the perfect life. The perfect boyfriend, perfect home, perfect daughter, perfect everything. And she was quite proud of it. She talked quite animatedly about her new life, even though nothing had really changed. Leonard listened anyway. He was just relieved that the woman wasn't slapping him around like the last time he was there.

Things were pretty good.