Chapter Eight
Kirk POV
The second Mom snaps out of her rage she storms into the lounge, her hands grasping every little trinket the asshole ever bought her and throwing it. I've never seen her this mad, not even when I had destroyed Dad's vintage car.
"That bastard!" She yells, her voice filled with venom and regret.
"Mom it's fine, settle down!" I reply, laying my hand on her shoulder in comfort before pulling her into a hug.
"Oh, Jimmy, my sweet boy… how could I have not seen? You and George, you were my babies; you so very much like your father. Oh, I am so sorry my pain over losing him caused you so much pain." She cries out in a near wail as she pulls herself from my embrace, sniffling. "If I had just listened to you then Tar…"
"It's fine. Just don't mention that place, only Bones knows because of my bunking with him." I cut her off, my eyes darting out the door to see if Spock could hear and hoping he was still occupied in the room calming down. She casts me a look of confusion as she dries her eyes with a handkerchief she pulled from her dress pocket.
"You haven't told Spock about it?" She asks surprised. I couldn't help but sigh harshly, tiredly before sitting down on the couch.
How could I tell Spock? The only reason Bones knew about Tarsus was because he was my roommate and my physician. I didn't want to see the pity, the horror and the empty, useless apologies for something they needed not to say. Bones treated me different for a year after he found out I was one of the surviving nine of Tarsus V.
"No, I haven't, I don't know how he will react to that particular time in my life." I answer honestly, as of late; he's been acting very much more human than normal and had taken most things out of hand.
"But how are you keeping it from him if he is your bonded?" She asks, causing me to choke in surprise. I feel the blush rise to my cheeks and curse how observing she was and where I actually got that talent. There was no hiding my attraction to my Vulcan First Officer from her. Unfortunately a secret crush is all it'll ever be, he's with Uhura and as far as I know, not attracted to men.
"Mom, he's not my bonded, he's in a well-committed relationship with one of my Lieutenants; anyway I highly doubt he would be interested in me if he did bat for the same team." I state, trying to hide my disappointment but I know once again she saw right through me.
"Oh honey, it must be tough, but it was like this for me and your father too, you know. He was in a relationship when I was introduced to him by my roommate, it caused so much heartache but if it is meant to be, it is meant to be." She soothes, brushing my hair back like she did in her tender moments when I was a child.
Flashes of Selik's memory via mind meld surface, of him and his captain in a lover's embrace, the smiles and tender moments, the heated debate and chess games. It was love, friendship that would last a lifetime, Mom was indeed correct. If it is meant to be it is meant to be.
"Thanks, Mom, let me help you clean." I state, giving her a blinding smile before beginning to pick up the large chunks of porcelain and everything else. The room changed a fraction of a degree followed by a slight clearing of a throat, my eyes traveling up the long, toned body of Spock.
"Spock! What can I do for you?" I ask, hiding back the wince as I see he's back to the usual cold, Vulcan expression and usual stoic pose.
"I was wondering if I could use the vid phone in your room to contact New Vulcan to speak with Selik." He asks stiffly, causing my smile to drop ever so slightly as I ponder on his call. Will he leave, like he so wished to do at the very end of the Nero Mission? Will he blame himself for all that he has supposedly done and outcast himself from his home?
"Sure Spock, go right ahead. When you're done I'll take you for a tour around town." I reply a little forcefully, unable to hold back the wince as he strides from the room and up the stairs. The shattered porcelain falls from my hands, causing a loud clatter on the floor.
"Fuck!" I hiss as I draw back my hand to see blood pool in my palm from the stray bit of glass I had clenched onto.
"James!" Mom scolds before rushing out of the room and coming back with a medical kit, one that looked far too familiar.
"Bones!" I hiss making my mother smirk as she pulls out the skin re-generator and a bandage.
"He sent it over to me when you told me you were coming, I must say that friend of yours is a very good man and doctor." Mom states. I eye her critically as she begins to tend to my wound but I see no signs of attraction or hidden secrets with Bones.
"That he is, though he is like a mother hen. I swear, if I even sneeze he is on me like white on rice!" I exclaim, causing her to laugh.
"Yes, but you are allergic to everything, goodness, I should just place you in a plastic bubble!" She teases, I cast her a dark look, it was an old Terran movie I hated so much.
"There, all done." She states, wrapping the bandage around my hand to keep the newly knitted skin together. I cast a look at the hypo spray in the bag and then at the clock, with a deep sigh I grasp the right one and place it in my pocket just as Spock walks down the stairs, a little more relaxed than when he went up.
"Come on Spock, I'll show you the town and we can get lunch." I state, catching the keys Mom chucks my way from her pocket. Seriously, it makes me wonder why she had her keys in her pocket.
"That sounds acceptable." He states following me out the door.
Author Note: Eep, what?