Due to popular demand I have written how Jim and Spock met! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and liked the story it means so much that you all took the time to have a read and I'm so glad that so many of you enjoyed it.

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How they came to be

Spock wasn't entirely sure how he had managed to make a friend - a human of all people on Vulcan – but there was undeniable proof that he had. He hadn't even been trying to make a friend. Vulcan's did not have any.

"You did not need to resort to physical violence on my behalf," Spock said, regarding the blonde headed boy with a small tilt of his head. "It was illogical."

The blonde boy snorted, shaking his head and winced ceasing the movement quickly. "You were about to get your ass kicked."

"It was not my posterior that was the target but rather my face," Spock said.

The blonde boys mouth crinkled upwards slightly and his blue eyes seemed brighter than they had a moment ago. It had only been 7.8 minuets since Spock had first encountered the human boy and in that time he found him completely illogical and baffling.

"You were the target and that was not okay," the boy said. "Nobody should be bullied. Ever."

Spock raised an eyebrow at the conviction in the boy's voice. Nobody had ever stood up for him – apart from his mother but Spock felt that she didn't count as she had assured him many times that it what mothers did. It made Spock feel…pleased and he tried hard to fight it like a good Vulcan would.

"You're bleeding," Spock said in a way to distract himself from his emotions. Spock looked at the blood that was slipping down the boys chin from the cut on his lip and then up to the cuts that littered his temple. "Damage that could have been 47 percent worse had they been using their full Vulcan strength which is three times that of a humans."

"You should see the other guys," the boy grinned and then winced, a bloodied hand coming up to touch the swelling lip.

Spock frowned. "I did. You did not inflict nearly as much damage as they did to you."

The boy snorted again. "Yeah, alright but I still got them to stop punching the day lights out of you."

"You did," Spock agreed. As soon as the boy had stepped in the Vulcan's had turned the derogatory comments to the human and engaged in physical violence that the human initiated. As his mother often enforced that manners were important he said, "Thank you for your help even though it led to your sub sequential beating."

"Worth it to hear a Vulcan say 'thank you'," the boy laughed though to Spock it did not sound unkind. "My name's Jim by the way. James Tiberius Kirk."

"I am Spock," he said and held up his hand in a traditional Vulcan greeting.

"Spock," Jim said, testing the word in his mouth. "I like that name." Then he raised his hand and copied Spock's gesture.

Jim stood from where he had been sitting on the ground. He attempted to dust himself off but the Vulcan earth had stained his clothes. He winced, not from the pain of his injuries but from the thought of what his mother would say. Jim didn't always purposely get himself into trouble but his mothers thought he did and he did not want to know how he would suffer from this little beating.

"You are in need of first aide," Spock said.

Jim looked up and found Spock standing a little closer than he had before. He could see now that green blood that speckled Spock's face that was seeping from a cut on his severe looking eyebrows. He shuddered, wondering what would have happened to Spock had he not intervened.

"You are too," Jim said, indicating to still weeping gash with a point of his finger. He reached out to wipe away some of the blood that was trailing down Spock's cheek, his fingers barely brushing the soft flesh.

Spock grabbed Jim's wrist, preventing further movement.

Jim's eyes widened, the breath nearly knocked out of him again. "So-sorry," Jim winced and tried to remove his hand but Spock's grip was tight. "I- I forgot Vulcan's don't like to be t-touched. Sorry."

Spock's brows furrowed. The brief touch from Jim had revealed the human's surface emotions – sorrypainworryunfairnessfriendship. Spock had not been prepared for such emotions and simply sought to stop Jim from further transference. Now though he could feel fearpanicsorrydon'thurtme and it was not something Spock liked to feel.

"I am not going to hurt you," Spock said calmly. Hesitantly he rubbed his thumb in a circle over Jim's wrist where he still held him. "I was not prepared for your emotions. My shields were compromised in the fight. I will need meditation to repair them."

"Shields?" Jim asked and Spock felt the fear slowly residing from Jim's emotions but there still some anxiousness lingering. "What do you…oh! Right, touch telepathy. I forgot."

Despite being sweaty and pink already from the Vulcan's environment that human's often struggled to adjust too Spock was intrigued by the pink flush that spread out across his cheek bones and under the bruises that were already forming.

Spock found himself reluctant to release Jim from his grip and the urge to keep the boy close was foreign to him. He did release Jim slowly, not before giving his thumb another quick swipe of the boy's wrist.

"Do you have sufficient medical supplies at your place of residence?" Spock asked.

"I'd rather not go home looking like this," Jim said. "My mum will chuck a fit."

"I do not understand your human phrasing," Spock frowned.

"Means she won't be to pleased with me and I would rather not suffer the consequences," Jim explained.

"She will see your wounds regardless. You will not be able to hide them," Spock said.

Jim shrugged.

"You will come with me. I have enough supplies for the two of us," Spock said. "If that is agreeable with you."

"Yeah, that's agreeable," Jim laughed and sent Spock a smile. "Lead the way."

Spock nodded and the two fell into step, Spock leading Jim in the direction of his home. Curiosity gnawed at Spock as the two walked in silence and he found he could not longer keep his queries to himself.

"How did you come by to live on Vulcan?"

"Oh, I don't live here," Jim said. "Mum's here for some symposium or something and she had to drag me along."

Spock nodded. "The symposium for intergalactic trading between colonies under federation alliances."

"Yeah!" Jim said. "That's the one."

"My father is an ambassador and is required at the same symposium."

"Cool," Jim said.

"How did you find me?" Spock asked.

"I was wondering around. Found you by accident really. Good thing I did though," Jim said. "Do they always do that too you?"

"They prepare you insults on a weekly basis. We engage in physical altercation approximately three times a month," Spock said formally. He did not jump when Jim viciously kicked a nearby rock, sending it scattering down their path.

"That's bullshit!" Jim said hotly. "How come you haven't told a teacher?"

"I am half human," Spock said. "I am an oddity to which many Vulcan's do not know how to respond too."

"Bullshit," Jim swore again. "I can't believe you never tell anyone! You shouldn't have to go through that all the time Spock!"

Spock nearly stumbled when he felt unfamiliar warmth settle in his stomach and found the sensation to be that of a pleasant nature. He peered at Jim and saw that the human's face was contorted into that of anger.

"It is illogical for you to be upset," Spock said. "It does not actively hurt you in any sense."

Jim shot him a glare. "No, it isn't illogical! I have every right to be mad and since you won't be I'll be it for the both of us."

Spock wasn't sure how to respond but as he saw more blood seep from the cut on Jim's lip he thought it best wise to keep the human from expressing more anger until he was patched up.

When they arrived at Spock's home he led them inside, taking them straight to the bathroom. Spock retrieved the first aid kit and set it on the spacious bench before filling the sink with some warm water.

"Permission to touch?" Jim asked, holding up a wet flannel.

Spock swallowed before speaking. "Granted."

With careful hands Jim mopped up the blood and delicately cleaned the wound. The brief flickers of emotion coming from Jim overwhelmed Spock who had only received touches from his mother in such an affectionate manner.

Protectionfreindshipwarmthsafehome.

Jim pulled away and grabbed one of the plasters and gently put it over the gash, patting it down lightly to get it to stay.

"May I?" Spock asked when Jim had finished.

Jim shifted from foot to foot before nodding. Spock worked quickly and efficiently, starting with the smaller cuts before moving onto the bigger ones. He left Jim's lips to last. Already it was swollen and bruised. Jim flinched every so often, hissing at the sting but he didn't break from Spock's gentle touches.

Jim swallowed loudly when Spock's fingers lightly touched under his chin and he gasped when he felt emotions – freindshipaffectionthankyoukindnicenotlonely – that were not his own.

"Thank you," Jim said.

"No thanks is needed," Spock responded.

"Spock? Darling are you home?" a voice drifted into the bathroom.

"My mother," Spock said to Jim who had suddenly tensed. Louder so his mother could hear he said, "We will be there momentarily."

Jim helped him clean up the bathroom and stuck to Spock's side as he led him out of the bathroom.

Amanda Grayson didn't know which to be more startled over; the fact that Spock and an unknown boy were covered in cuts and had obviously been fighting or that Spock had brought a boy home with him.

"Oh my! Are you both okay?" Amanda asked, quickly cupping her son's cheeks and scanning over his wounds.

"We are both adequate," Spock said, indulging his mother for a moment before he twisted his face out of her reach.

"Yeah, we're fine," Jim nodded.

"What happened?" Amanda demanded.

"Some guys were trying to beat up Spock," Jim said before Spock had even the chance to open his mouth.

"You helped Spock?" Amanda asked, her eyes glittering with an emotion that Spock couldn't place.

Jim reached up and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, yeah. I couldn't leave him."

"Thank you, Jim," Amanda said, reaching out and caressing his uninjured cheek softly. "Let me get both something for the pain." She let her hands trailed off his cheek and walked in the direction of the bathroom they had just vacated.

She returned a moment later with a couple of pills and some water.

"Jim, where are your parents?" Amanda asked, taking back the water glass.

"Jim's mother is at the same symposium as father," Spock answered.

"I shall contact your father and have him alert your mother to your whereabouts. You may rest here in the mean time," Amanda said.

"Thank you, mam," Jim said, remembering his manners.

Amanda smiled at him fondly.

"I require meditation," Spock said.

"Of course, dear. Why don't you take Jim to your room so that he may lie down."

"Yes, of course. Follow me, Jim," Spock said.

Jim hurried after Spock, following him through the beautiful and very clean house. Spock bedroom was located on the left side of the house and his room was much bigger then Jim's was. A large bed sat in the middle with double door leading out to a small balcony. There was a desk and chair and bookshelves that lined the walls. Unlike Jim's room Spock was very neat and tidy.

"You may rest on my bed," Spock said, watching Jim observe his room.

"What about you?" Jim frowned.

"I will be meditating," Spock said. He went to the only cupboard in the room and pulled out a black mat. "Vulcan's do not need as much sleep as human's do. Vulcan's can also heal when they reach a healing trance."

"Like the way humans sleep to feel better," Jim said, crawling onto the bed.

"A logical conclusion but Vulcan's healing trance is much more effective."

Jim mumbled something that Spock was unable to decipher as he made himself comfortable on Spock's bed, sprawling out across the sheets and pulling a pillow closer and burying his face into it. "Smells like you."

"As it is my bed it would," Spock said, laying out his mat before seating himself down in the middle of it.

"S'nice," Jim mumbled.

Spock watched him for 2.3 minuets until he determined that Jim had fallen asleep and then he closed his eyes and meditated.

Knowing her son would need amble time to conduct a proper meditation she waited 2 hours before going to check on the boys. It took her by surprise that Spock had brought home a boy he had clearly just met but that the boy had also been a human- something that Spock tried desperately to squash in himself.

She was never offended that Spock tried to hide his human half. She knew it was to make his life easier and she would never make her son feel bad about that. She knew how hard it was for him and it hurt her so deeply that her son suffered.

Quietly she padded through the house to Spock's room and gently cracked open the door. The room was silent and still so she pushed the door open further. Her eyes roamed to where she immediately dropped her gaze to where Spock usually meditated.

The mat was empty.

She stepped into the room and her eyes widened. Spock was asleep as he usually was, curled up on his side with his lips parted but instead of his arm curled around his pillow it was curled protectively around Jim, pulling him flush against his chest, their legs tangling together. Jim looked peaceful in his sleep, seeming very comfortable wedged against her son, his fingers tangled with Spock's where it was draped over his hip.

She felt the fond smile breaking across her face and a hand came to rest upon her heart. She always worried about Spock, about not having friends and she felt a niggle of worry as she watched the two. Jim was a human who did not live on Vulcan who would be returning to Earth when the conference was over.

"Amanda."

She jumped and whirled around to come face to face with her husband. His hand gripped her arm to keep her steady and she leant into his touch. "Sarek. I didn't hear you come in."

Sarek nodded before looking over her shoulder and to the bed where she had been staring. "How long have they been asleep?"

"Around 2 hours I believe," Amanda said. "Spock had been meditating…" she trialed off with a look over her shoulder before turning back to her husband. "Did you get a hold of Jim's mother?"

"I did not find the need to hold on to her," Sarek said. "I did speak to her as you requested and explained the situation."

Amanda mouth crinkled in an amused smile before she spoke. "Is she here?"

"Negative. She was called away for an emergency and has left for Earth," Sarek said.

Amanda's heart stopped for a beat. "She left her son on a planet all alone when he knows nobody?"

"She implied that he would be fine in the hotel they were staying at for several days," Sarek said.

Anger bubbled up in Amanda and her eyes narrowed. "She left him to live in a hotel by himself? He's sixteen on a foreign planet. How could she do that?"

"He is nearly an adult according to Earth customs," Sarek said.

Amanda shook her head. "She didn't even tell him that she was leaving."

Spock had awoken when he father had entered the house, feeling the familiar tug at their family bond. It was then he became aware that his mother was watching them but he could not find a reason to move his grip off Jim. Despite his meditation he found that he could not shield Jim's emotions and that he didn't want to.

"Is she here?" Amanda asked.

Spock frowned and dragged Jim even tighter into his chest. Jim stirred and Spock felt him begin to wake.

"Negative. She was called away for an emergency and has left for Earth," Sarek said.

"She left her son on a planet all alone when he knows nobody?" Amanda said.

Spock felt a growl building up in the back of his throat but it was quelled when Jim squeezed his fingers. Jim was awake.

"She implied that he would be fine in the hotel they were staying at for several days," Sarek said.

"She left him to live in a hotel by himself? He's sixteen on a foreign planet. How could she do that?"

"He is nearly an adult according to Earth customs," Sarek said.

Amanda shook her head. "She didn't even tell him that she was leaving."

Painnotwantedalonelossdevestated.

Spock clutched Jim tighter, burying his face in the back of Jim's neck and projected his own emotions onto Jim. Notalonefriendnicewarmthmine.

"He'll stay here with us," Amanda said and Spock could hear the determination in her voice and was very pleased.

"Very well," Sarek said and Spock knew that his father was aware that he would not win any argument against his mother no matter how much logical he talked.

The door shut and Spock opened his eyes as Jim turned around in his arms. They were so close that Spock could feel Jim's breath puffing across his face and their noses brushed lightly.

"Your mum's pretty cool," Jim said.

"She is an average human body temperature," Spock answered.

"You cool too, Spock," Jim whispered. "Thank you."

Spock said nothing but drew Jim in, tucking the human's head under his chin and slid their legs together.

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