Ok, I lied when I said this wouldn't be up for a while. I had the opposite of writers block and magically wrote this in a couple hours! And my wrist feels a lot better, thanks for your well wishes :)

In this chapter we find out some more about Stolik and his family. After this chapter the focus will return to McSpirk :)

"This is the best food I've ever had!" the doctor exclaimed.

"Yeah, how come anything a Vulcan cooks is awesome?" wondered Jim, thinking back to Spock's pancakes from that morning.

"Where did you guys learn to cook?" McCoy asked Spencer and Stolik.

"On Elurra," said Spencer simply.

"Where? At the Chef School of Frozen Nothingness?"

The Hansens chuckled. "Nah. When you're living in an outpost on a frozen planet and the only way to get food is to have Starfleet beam down supplies, you kinda have to learn to cook," Spencer explained.

"It was disastrous at first," said Stolik. "Remember the first time we tried to make pizza?"

Spencer made a mock disgusted face. "Please! Don't remind me!" He then buried his head in his husband's shoulder as if the thought of the disaster pizza was too much to handle.

"But we got the hang of it, didn't we, love?" Stolik smiled.

Spencer looked up, his eyes absolutely sparkling with deep admiration. "Yeah, we sure did." The Vulcan then pressed his lips to the human's.

At first, Jim, Spock, and McCoy thought it was sweet that the older men were still so in love with each other after so many years. Then when it became evident that Spencer and Stolik had absolutely no problem with PDA, the room took on a distinctly awkward aura.

Sensing the discomfort of their guests, Stolik finally broke the long kiss. "My apologies, I got carried away."

Jim couldn't help but chuckle at Stolik's embarrassed green blush. "It's alright, we understand. I'm guilty of a little too much PDA myself."

Bones glared at him. "Yeah, and you do it on the bridge!"

Spencer and Stolik looked shocked to say the least. "On the bridge?" Stolik repeated.

"When we were on a starship we'd get reprimanded for just holding hands while walking down the hall!" Spencer exclaimed.

"Times have changed a lot since then," Jim assured them.

"We are very glad to hear that. We just hope they will continue to change for the better," said Stolik.

"Stolik," began Spock, his curiosity getting the better of him, "Was anyone you know killed in the destruction of Vulcan?"

Smiling grimly, Stolik shook his head. "That is a very good question, Spock. I do not know. I cut off all contact from any of my old friends on Vulcan when I joined Starfleet. And since I stopped using the Vulcan mind disciplines, all of my family bonds have deteriorated and are no longer in place. I am only bonded to Spencer."

The thought of all of his family bonds deteriorating was very unsettling to Spock. He wondered how Stolik stood to lose them. "Even your parents? You do not know if your parents are alive?" Spock had to ask.

Now, Stolik's emotions shifted completely into sadness and Spock instantly regretted ever asking. "Even my parents," the grim Vulcan answered. "They could be dead for all I know. And honestly, I do not think I really want to know."

"My mother died in the destruction of Vulcan," said Spock. "If there was even a chance I could get to speak with her again, I would not hesitate to do so."

"And I'm sure your mother would love to speak with you again too. But Stolik's mom, not so much," said Spencer. "She disowned him when he abandoned the Vulcan ways."

"What about your father?" Spock asked.

"My father did not disown me but he has made no attempt to contact me since I joined Starfleet. I do not believe he would wish to reestablish contact with me now, if his is still alive."

"My father was not pleased with my decision to join Starfleet either but we have made amends. I simply cannot understand how you can stand not knowing if your parents are alive," said Spock.

"Well that's just it. I cannot stand it. I wonder every day. I want so much to contact them, but I do not think I could handle the rejection," admitted Stolik.

"Honey, you should just call them. You know I'll always be here for you. And we're all each other needs," Spencer assured his husband.

Slowly, Stolik nodded. "Spock is right. If my parents are alive I should not waste the opportunity to speak with them again. I will call them tonight. Right after dessert."

Stolik sat in front of the comm in the living room, trying to hide his nervousness. Spencer, Jim, Spock, and Bones were all standing just off-screen for moral support. "You'll do great honey," said Spencer, leaving his husband with one last Vulcan kiss.

Stolik nodded and then called his parents, silently praying that he had the right contact information and that someone would answer. The time spent waiting for someone to answer, was the one of tensest moments of Stolik's life. It was only rivaled by the moment after he had asked Spencer to marry him.

Then, after what seemed like eternity, the screen flashed on to reveal a tall elderly Vulcan man, bearing a striking resemblance to Stolik. The man's eyes widened but he immediately put his emotions back in check. "Son?" he asked, trying desperately to keep the disbelief out of his voice. "Stolik? Is that really you?"

It took all the control that Stolik could muster to keep from crying. Instead he just smiled a smile that was a mix of relief, anxiety, sadness, regret and joy all at once. "Hello, Father."

"Are you in good health?" his father asked, at a loss for what to say.

"Yes, Father. I have retired from Starfleet, I am happily married, and I am living on Tevis."

Spencer stepped into the picture to wave nervously at his father-in-law. "Hi."

"I take it you are my son-in-law?" the old Vulcan asked.

"Yeah, I'm Spencer."

"It is an honor to finally meet you, Spencer. Thank you for taking care of my son."

"No problem. Thanks for making him!"

"…You are welcome."

"Is Mother well?" Stolik asked.

"Yes. She is well. We both survived the destruction of Vulcan. We were off-planet at the time. I wished to contact you and let you know we were okay, but I did not know how to reach you," his father explained.

"I apologize for not informing you when I left Starfleet. I did not know you would ever wish to contact me."

"Apologies are illogical. All that matters is that we are in contact now."

"May I speak to Mother?" Stolik asked, his heart pounding.

His father almost sighed. "I will get her for you, but I do not believe she will wish to talk with you."

"That is a risk I am willing to take."

Stolik's father went off screen and returned seconds later with an indignant looking elderly Vulcan woman. "Stolik," she acknowledged coldly.

"Hello, Mother."

"I am not your mother. I have disowned you. You have caused nothing but shame and dishonor to fall upon our family. You have abandoned the Vulcan ways and you have married a human man. I did not wish to speak with you 30 years ago and I do not wish to speak with you now. You are a disgrace and a failure, Stolik. Do not contact me again." With that said, she walked stoically out of the room as if nothing had happened.

The father was barely hiding the shock on his face and Stolik did not bother to hide his pain. He began to shake let silent tears stream from his eyes. Spencer was immediately at his side, holding him comfortingly and sending reassuring thoughts through the bond. He then turned an angry glare to his father-in-law.

"Get her back here. I need to give her a piece of my mind!" Spencer growled.

Apparently she had still been listening because Stolik's mom stepped back on-screen. "I am here," she said.

Spencer's angry glare bore into her. "Look at what you did! No matter what you say, Stolik is your son! You gave birth to him; that's a fact! Now you made him cry! Don't you have any fucking emotions about that? You truly are heartless!" he exploded.

If Stolik's mother was taken aback, she didn't show it. "He is being illogical and you are being human. I am leaving now. I want no part in this." She was gone again.

"…I regret that that had to happen, son," said the father. "Spencer is a very good husband for defending you."

"Thank you, father." Stolik wiped his eyes. "I expected this reaction for her. I decided to contact you because of my friend, Spock. His mother died in the destruction of Vulcan and he did not understand how I could stand to not contact my parents. I believe he now knows why."

Stolik motioned for Spock, Jim, and McCoy to come on screen. When his father saw them, he looked at Spock in wonder. "Spock? Son of Sarek and Amanda?"

"Affirmative," Spock nodded.

"You know this guy, Spock?" Bones asked quietly.

"Not to my knowledge."

"Spock, I knew your parents," Stolik's father told him. "You were on good terms with your mother when she died, were you not?"

"Indeed, I was. My only regret was never telling her that I loved her," Spock admitted.

"Let me assure you of something, Spock. Your mother knew that you loved her very much. She talked about you frequently and never did she have any doubt that you loved her."

Spock considered this new information for a second before nodding. "Thank you. I greatly appreciate it."

"Son, I would like to keep in contact with you. Please call whenever you want, live long and prosper, all of you," said the old man, Vulcan saluting them.

Stolik returned the gesture. "I look forward to it, Father. Live long and prosper... I love you."

A warm half-smile showed on the old Vulcan's lips. "I love you too, son." Stolik smiled and ended the transmission.

"I'm so sorry, honey," whispered Spencer.

"I did not realize that your mother would hold so much hatred against you," Spock also apologized.

"It is not your fault. I expected as much. I am just happy they are alive and that my father does not hate me as well," said Stolik. "However, I do want to go to bed now. Jim, Leonard, Spock, you may have the guest room."

Spencer showed them to the guest room, right next to the master bedroom. "There are extra sheets in the closet, feel free to watch TV or read our books or whatever. Just make yourselves at home."

"Thanks, Spencer, we really appreciate this," said Jim.

"No problem. We really love having you here. Stolik will probably feel better in the morning but for now, I'm gonna go comfort him. Sleep well," Spencer said, and quickly left.

"Well, that was something," said Bones.

"Was your dad ever that bad, Spock?" Jim asked.

"No. He was not pleased with me but never went that far. Stolik's mom was being illogical," Spock said as he sat down on the bed.

"Amen to that. She's off her Vulcan rocker!" exclaimed Bones.

Jim grabbed Bones by the shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. "Hey, let's forget about that and just focus on each other," he said.

Before the doctor could protest, Jim pulled him down onto the bed.

"Jim!" Bones exclaimed. "Not here! Not in someone else's house! That's just not right!"

"Leonard is right. We should refrain from sexual activities until we are back in our own quarters," said Spock.

Jim crossed his arms and put on his best pouty face. Bones sighed and laid his head down on the pillow. "Jesus, Jim. For all we know the walls could be thin."

Then, as if on cue, the doctor's thin wall theory was confirmed by the sound of two bodies hitting a bed followed by pleasurable moans coming through the wall. The three of them froze and laid statue still, feeling too awkward to even want to touch each other.

"Alright guys, you win, no sex until we're back home," Jim quickly conceded, the mood ruined. "Oh, and do either of you have any ear plugs?"

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