Chapter 3
Kirk POV
The car was still the same as the last time I saw it, in fairly good working condition with little bits of rust spots here and there. But it was Mom's car, she loved it and that's what mattered.
I could see Spock was uncomfortable being in it, as it was a traditional car and not a hover car. She and I were always alike in that sense, when we were on Earth or, well, when she was on Earth she liked to drive a car that touched the ground and I, ever since…
"Stop worrying, Spock." I state, casting him a quick smile. "You can relax now." I state, causing him to frown.
"I cannot help but worry, Captain, as you are clearly going over the speed limit at a rate of 10.3 miles per hour. I am just prepared in case you happen to lose control in any way and will you please look back at the road." He states, causing me to sigh and look out toward the road while slowing down.
"Live a little, Spock; we have what, two weeks here before I'm off medical leave, maybe three weeks till the ship is repaired to full capacity or to Scotty's expectations and standards. While we're here will you loosen up a little, well, not in front of Frank, but me and Mom?" I ask, spitting out Frank's name, causing him to sigh ever so softly and look out the window.
"I know what you expect of me, Jim, but I cannot promise you will get what you want. It goes against every teaching I have had, my nature. Now explain to me who this…Frank… is and why the disgust?" Spock defers, causing me to scowl slightly.
Tell him or not tell him? Well, I guess I would have to tell him due to the fact that he would have to live with us for two weeks, well he could leave when he wishes if he were to desire to, but a gut feeling told me he wouldn't.
"Frank is my mom's husband, her second husband. Growing up he wasn't so… He'd beat us, Sam and I, and be a saint when Mom was home. He treated us like slaves, he is also the reason why Sam left and I drove my father's car off a cliff. We still come to blows now and then but… Spock, he may be a xenophobe, he'll just… you'll see." I state, watching him as he stiffens from the corner of my eye.
"Do not worry for me, but if he so much as lays a finger on you Captain, Jim, I will make sure he will not be able to do so again." He manages to get out stiffly but something told me there was a rage deep within, something niggled at me.
"What happened to Khan? What happened after… after I...?" I rasp out once Ny and Bones were the only ones left. Suspicion creeped in as they shared a look, a look I knew all too well; they were reluctant to tell me something.
"When you died, Kirk, Spock kind of just lost it… I have never seen him shed a tear and he did, he roared Khan's name and took off after him. I have never seen him so human before, when I beamed down to tell Spock that Len could save you he was nearly broken but…" Ny trailed off, casting a look towards Bones.
"But?" I implore.
"But the Pointy eared elf managed to break Khan's arm and knock him out after beating him almost to death of course. Ny had to shout several times to regain his focus into reality. He lost himself to his baser Vulcan Instincts." Bones explained, causing me to frown.
"Why would he do that?" I asked, causing Ny to shake her head. Neither she nor Bones answered my question.
It made me curious, his tone, and the emotion I could pick up behind it. It wasn't there before I had died; yes he was protective like any other First Officer but now it was just more. Something had changed in him and I couldn't figure it out and I doubt that even Spock knew.
"Ah! Home!" I state as the familiar two story building came into view. It was old, had been in the Kirk Family for generations and when Mom finally retired from Starfleet she decided to move back into the house she and Dad shared before everything happened.
"Fascinating." Spock utters softly when we came to a stop in front of the barn where mom usually parked her car. I was also glad to see that Frank wasn't home yet, or hopefully mom finally caught wind of his true character and kicked him out.
"JIMMY!" Mom yells, the door flying open and banging on the wall as she races down, wiping her hands on the apron around her waist. In seconds she's yanking me down to her height and pulling me into a fierce hug, letting go with an apologizing look at my groan of pain.
"Hey Ma, we're earlier than expected. Mom, this is Spock, the finest First Officer I could ever ask for. Spock this is my mom, Winona." I gestured, a smirk pulling at my lips as Mom raised her hand quickly with a perfect Ta'al in greeting. Spock raised his brows slightly in surprise before greeting her back; I couldn't help but grin wider. I am sure he was surprised, those unsure of Vulcan customs usually went for a handshake or some form of physical contact.
"I hope you boys are hungry, I was getting started on dinner. I made your favorite dessert Jimmy, oh, and don't worry Spock, I made Plomeek soup for you along with a salad. Now let's get you inside and settled, Jimmy you can give Spock George's old room." She yells over her shoulder as she made her way back inside. I give her a salute before lifting my bag out of the trunk along with Spock's.
"Mom was stationed on Vulcan a few years ago for five months to learn about the Culture along with your Science… anyway, you can have Sam's old room for your stay." I state as I led him inside.
The house was filled with the smell of Mom's cooking, actual cooking and not replicated in any way, it was the one thing I missed out in space; a home cooked meal. There were no images of my father, they had all been locked away in the attic when Mom remarried the filth she was with now and there were a very rare few images of us.
"Fascinating." Spock states, drawing my attention back to the old sextant that was my great-something grandfather's.
"I can show it to you later if you want, tonight maybe if we have time." I tell him, he raised his brows in surprise but nodded before following me up the stairs; stopping at the first door.
"Here you are." I tell him, opening the door and revealing the bare room. It had a desk, bed and a dresser but not much else. It has been bare for a very long time after all, in fact the last time Sammy had been in this room was when I had been born.
"Thank you, Captain." He replies stepping into the room, brushing past me with bare inches. It took everything within me to not move forward, to not brush up against him and soak in the… whoa, whoa, whoa where were THESE thoughts coming from?
Yes, I knew I was attracted to both sexes but SPOCK, Spock my first officer? My very much taken first officer?
"Are you okay Captain? You seem a little pale, maybe you should rest before Doctor McCoy call…" The sound of the Video Phone blaring through the air caused me to snort and look at the time.
"Don't worry, seems he is early." I state while walking into my room, shouting to Mom it was for me and not to worry before answering.
"Jim, well you made it there in one piece I see." Bones grouches, looking at me with his usual scowl.
"Bones!" I cheer causing his scowl to deepen.
"I told you not to go to the ship, I told you to stay in that chair." He scowls causing me to sigh.
"Yes, and I saw you sent Chekov and Sulu to spy on us when you left, knowing if I were to see them of course I would ignore you." I point out, smirking when I saw a faint blush cover his cheeks.
"Well yes… UNCLE JIM!" I felt my smile widen as a little blonde beauty popped onto the screen causing her daddy to grunt.
"Well hello there, and what is a pretty little princess like you doing with that grouch?" I tease, causing her to giggle as she straightens her crown.
"We were playing Dragons and Princess! Daddy is the dragon of course!" She giggles causing me to burst out in laughter as she holds up the plastic dragon mask.
"Jo, go clean up so we can leave for ice cream. Say goodbye to Uncle Jimmy." Bones instructs causing the pout she had placed on her face to morph into a big grin as she ran to do just that.
"So where is that pointy eared elf?" He asks just as Spock stepped to my side, again it took everything in my power to not react to his body heat.
"I am right here Doctor McCoy, I was just preparing everything." He replies before the familiar click and hiss of a hypospray filled my ears.
"Fu… Fudge!" I managed to correct as I saw Jo pop up in the background. My hand rubbing the area where Spock jabbed me with the spray, casting him a slight glare as the pain began to lessen.
A loud bang downstairs caught my attention causing my mock scowl to deepen. Turning back to Bones I apologized and signed off before standing, my back rigid as I heard Frank.
"Ready to meet Frank?" I utter distastefully to Spock who hadn't looked away from the door with piercing eyes.
"Yes, captain."
Author Note: God I hate Frank or well the JJ Abrams and fanfiction Frank lol.