TM: 10: Labor of Love

By Wolfa Moon

TM: MCCOY POV

The ride is quiet. I try and read them. Spock squeezes tight. Telling me to stop. I do. We sit three abreast. My mother joining the two older Vulcan's. Spock greets them

"Hello Father," looking I watch the man I've seen on the bridge raise his hand.

"Greetings Spock." Looking at the other man. Obviously a relative. Before the man can speak. Jim speaks.

"Spock, how did you get here?" The other older man smiles. A Vulcan smiles.

"It is good to see you old friend." Now I am lost. "Good to see all of you." Looking around at everyone. Spock studies the man. Old friend.

"What the hell is going on?" Everything stops in the car. Everything is calm. The one who looks a lot like Spock turned to me. Obviously Jim and Spock knew who this man is. To hell with manners. I radiate, throwing out my talent. He shivers at it. Spock tightens his vice grip on me. Knowing I am going to be bruised. Forging on. I sense he is calm. Lost. Emotional compromised. But then there is happiness, joy.

"You are quiet unique Doctor." I huff. Rolling my eyes. He saddens. Now what. "I am Spock." Looking to mine than to this one.

"Okay?" Jim smirks.

"He's the alternate reality Spock. He's the one where Nero came from." I make quick glances around.

"You're bullshitting me."

"I am not bullshitting you." I collapse back into the seat.

"Just great."

"Calm down Bones." The other Spock smiles. Guess some things are the same on both sides. Jim pats my knee. Him leaning forward.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Checking up on all of you. Seeing that the timeline is put back in order." I sigh and close my eyes. It has been too long a day. "Making sure you are alright." Jim grunts.

"We're great." He says and leans back. Against me. My mother laughs a small one as Jim melds into my side. Looking at the two Vulcans I let my thoughts go. Spock, my Spock. Damn how to keep them separate in my head. Prime not to bad a title. Could label him, R.O.G., Really old guy. But I held some part of that title. But I can share I guess. He is Spock after all.

"You'll be better once I get you some cooken." I smile. My mother solving the universe problems from her kitchen.

"Mmmm, sounds good." I respond. After surviving on Starfleet rations. Her cookin like heaven. Jim licks his lips. Spock ROG nods to her. Guess he knows her cooking as well. But there is something more. "So what is the real deal about this secret reudevue?" The older men straighten. Direct and to the point.

"We are here to insure your safety and to make sure all goes as it should." Sarek says.

"And if it doesn't" Kirk voices.

"Then we will see where it leads us." Things have already changed. I lean into Spock's warmth. Can feel him keep watch. Watching the reaction from his father and the ROG Spock. Sarek seems to just accept. But ROG eyes widen. Who would ever think to shock a Vulcan? Obviously we can. "Are you all together?" he questions. I sigh. This is not the time to come out to the parents. My mother knows I play both sides. Hell I was married to a woman. More like a leech. It did have it good moments. No, that is the past. This is now. Not ROG's now. Our now.

"And if we are?" I challenge. Kirk looks to me for hope. Always wondering where he lies with me. Right beside me. Spock's grip loosens and begins to rub in small circles with his thumb. Left side of me. ROG Spock nods in acceptance. Looking to my mom. She smiles. Accepting. Sarek, Spock's dad, looks stunned. Yup, we do know how to make an impression.

"Than I wish you happiness." ROG relaxes into the seat. Something about it seeming odd. I want to search further. But I am just tired. Relaxing back into the seat. I go to my beach. Been a long ass day.

TM: SPOCK POV

I watched as Leonard sunk back into the seat. Relaxing along his coast line. Letting myself relax by soothing my hand over his skin. The craft had made it's way through the city toward a launch pad. Leonard would not be liking this. Quirking an eyebrow in wonder.

"May I ask, where are we going?" Mrs. McCoy straightened.

"We are going to my house. You boys need to relax before Starfleet bombards you with interviews and meeting. And what such." Through my touch on Leonard I fell him warm at her words. Realizing this is a good thing.

"Can't wait." Jim voiced. He deepens his rest.

Arriving at the shuttle we all limber out of the hovercraft. My father assisting Mrs. McCoy out. The other Spock stands as well to assist. Jim goes next tugging Leonard along. I follow. Relinquishing my hold on him for a mere moment. Myself quirked at the lost of connection. Needing it more than I realized. Once out I watch as Leonard staggered toward the craft.

"Not another one," he groans. Mrs. McCoy laughs at her son's antics. She goes in followed by my father.

"Come on Bones. I'll let Spock knock you out for the ride."

"Good, could use a nap." They both enter. I will do whatever is needed. At the door the AU me waits.

"We should talk." I can only nod. My thoughts going to help my friends.

TM: SPOCK POV

We arrived at the farmhouse. The weather warm. Not as warm as my former home planet. But just as nice. The food was quiet delectable. Standing on the porch I watch as Leonard in the late dusk ride a horse around the paddock. Bareback, if I recall the riding style correctly. Jim observing him from his position on the fence.

"He always did love the earth. Hating crafts. More fearful of transporters." Turning my head lightly I look at the AU me. He relaxes across from me on the other support. "Leonard, is very much like our mother." I start at the reminder of her. Focusing my attention more on the one we are discussing. "Mother hid her talents well." I clench my fist. Yearning for control. The emotion still raw to my senses. "Forgive me, for bringing her up. I just learned of the lost." I can only nod. My eyes looking to my fellow officers, friends.

"Did you're Doctor have this talent?" He huffed. Probably for referring to Leonard by his title. Not his name.

"He was a talented doctor." He seemed to straighten. "He was a good friend. One I cherished till the end of his days." He seemed to sag under the weight of his memory. "We shared many a times together. The three of us untouchable when together." He lays a hand on me. "Never let them go. Never lose contact with them. Accept them for who they are. For you will miss them when they are gone. Part of you're … Katra." He stumbles at this. Looking more at the man. Seeing what the lost of these two men had done. Knowing that they would someday die. For Vulcan's lived longer than humans. But such grief.

"Bones!" I hear the shout. Turning I see Jim jump from his post past the horse to kneel done on the ground. The grief.

"Leonard," I say as I leave the elder behind to attend my friend. Jumping the fence I come to beside Jim who is helping Leonard sit up. Taking his hand before it can reach his head.

"Bones, what the hell happened?" We both observe as he tries to get his bearings. Jim looks to me. I look down.

"The other Spock, he was informing me of his acquaintances with you're counterparts." Jim shacked his head. He had gotten some glimpses of that. Some views of them through his eyes.

"Damn, hobgoblin." Jim smirked at Bones.

"You okay?" He nods to the question.

"Yeah, fine. Nothing hurt but pride."

"Pride doctor." He looks up at me.

"I'm a good horseman. I should be able to stay on him."

"Doctor, you were hit with a wave of grief. You could not anticipate what the effect would be while upon you're horse." He looks at me. He pulls his hand away and begins to rise. Staggering up he quirks his eyebrow at me.

"And what did you learn?" he moves back and to the horse. I watch as he calms the steed. The instant spirit calming under his touch. Then the beast rubbing into him. I continue.

"That you meant a great deal to him," he huffs and mounts. "To me." I add, "Leonard." He looks down from me upon his horse.

"About damn time Spock." Tilting my head. I have accepted him. Jim claps me on the shoulder.

"Welcome to the family." Jim smiles at me. The beast comes closer.

"You still have time to back out." Looking up at Leonard.

"I will never do that." He smiles at me. I smile back.

TM 10

AN: TY for sticking with this. The relationship changed a little I know. What the muse wants, she gets. I asked if anyone wanted a smut one. And I may just do that. I'll keep you posted. TY so much for your reviews.