Notes: Okay, so I went back and watched the episode "Space Seed" for reference on how they showed Khan being revived. I used the pattern that they used to show the increase of body functions but, it being Khan and his super blood, I thought I'd slow the process down a bit because, obviously George is a regular human and his body is not as efficient. Also, I thought giving George's body time in a coma to slowly get back to working as it normally would have would be the best way to go. Since Khan, actually wakes up immediately but, then dies... And, then so on and so forth. So, I know the science and everything in this is probably a bunch of bull, but I'm going with what I got, so sorry about that but, anyway... on we go.

"Hey, ashaya?" Jim called as he walked into their temporary living quarters. They had been staying on the Starbase as the updates and repairs were done on the Enterprise. Jim was just getting back from having drinks with McCoy, who had begun the sequencing on his father the day before. He had been optimistic on the progress and had said that George would be awake possibly as soon as a few days. It was exciting for Jim, and absolutely terrifying but, he didn't wish to dwell on that too much. He had decided that he would try to talk Spock into going out just the two of them tonight for a romantic dinner. "Spock? Love where are you?" He called again.

"Here, T'hy'la." Spock replied from seat upon his meditation mat. He had been meditating, trying to organize his own feelings about the discovery of Jim's father. He would admit that he had felt a small pang of jealousy that Jim would be allowed his father back, but he not his mother. It was a silly and completely illogical feeling because he had actually known his mother, had experienced her love, while Jim had never met his father. But, besides the ridiculous jealousy Spock mostly felt happy and pleased that his T'hy'la would finally get to know his father.

"Hey," Jim grinned, walking over and sitting cross-legged in front of his husband. "I have some news." Spock cocked his head. "And, what is that?" "Well…" Jim drawled as he crawled into Spock lap. "Bones started the sequencing yesterday."

"Indeed? How does he believe the process will continue?"

Jim shrugged. "Well enough, he said he should wake in a few days."

"Fascinating." Jim laughed and buried his nose in the Vulcan's shoulder. Inhaling that earthy –or Vulcany, to be more appropriate-scent into his lungs. As he played with the hairs on the back of Spock's neck, the smell mixed into the air and made itself more pronounced. Relaxing into his husbands' arms more Jim felt strong hands begin to rub up and down his spine. "I thought we might all go out for dinner tonight. Ya know, just you and me?" he kissed and nipped Spock's earlobe. "What do you say?"

"I am not opposed to the idea." Jim pulled back to look at the Vulcan.

"Well, there's the enthusiasm I was hopin' for." He grinned.

Spock was never a social butterfly and had always enjoyed being at home in solitude over going out into public, but being bonded to Jim had helped-and somewhat forced- him "come out of his shell" as Nyota had put it. He could not deny that the company of the doctor and several of the bridge crew members were not displeasing. Also, Spock greatly enjoyed seeing Jim laugh and smile along with the people he considered his friends and family. But, tonight would be just them and he could easily say that he greatly enjoy the idea. "I would be pleased to enjoy you this evening, my love." Jim kissed him.

"Good." Lifting himself up out of Spock's lap, he began towards the bedroom. "And, You're wearing some of my clothes." He shouted back over his shoulder. "Gotta make sure you look hot." Spock sighed a not sigh.

He was doomed. Of that he had no doubt.

After a romantic dinner, consisting of Jim drinking wine, and Spock stealing small bites of his husbands chocolate cheesecake, the two swayed there way to their room for a night of heavy looks, sweaty skin, and tangled sheets. All through dinner Jim had teased Spock through the bond, and physical touches, deliberately whining the Vulcan up, trying to get a reaction but, it had back fired and caused Spock to retaliate. So, once they had made it back to the privacy of their room it had been a long, but a steamy night.

In the morning Jim lay pliant in his husband's arms only half awake, still dreaming of Spock's ass in his favorite black jeans when the comm went off. Groaning he pulled himself from under the warm blankets, cursing whoever thought this early in the morning was a good time to call as he staggered over to answer.

"Yeah?" He griped, digging his fist into his eye socket.

"Put any more pressure on that eye and it'll burst out your skull and then I'll have to deal with you getting a new one."

Jim sighed. "Bones, what do you want?"

"I need you on the ship-"

"Right now?" Jim exclaimed.

"No, you insufferable twit, if you would let me finish the damn sentence then you would know that I don't need you right away, but sooner would be better later. I need to talk to you."

"Okay, what for?" Jim could hear Spock stirring in bed. The sheets shifting as he made to get up.

"Your father's heart rate is now past eight beats per minute and his respiratory system is starting to show signs of function."

"Is that good?"

McCoy smiled. "Yes, Jim. It's what we want but, it's going slower than I anticipated."

"How much slower, doctor?" Spock asked from his position behind Jim. His right hand rested on the back of the chair, but his middle and pointer finger were softly and discreetly caressing the exposed skin of Jim's neck.

"Actually, can we discuss this in person?" McCoy asked, suddenly uncomfortable with the idea of talking about Jim's father through an unprotected comm link. "I don't feel comfortable… ya know." He waved his hand suggestively.

"Yeah, sure Bones. Let us shower and we'll head to the ship."

"You didn't need to inform me of that, Jim." McCoy grumbled.

Spock quirked an eyebrow. "I do not believe you were informed of anything, Dr. McCoy. You were the one to 'jump to conclusions', as they say." Jim laughed as he watched his best friends face turn red. Whether out of embarrassment or irritation, he didn't know, but it didn't make it any less funny.

"Oh, shove it, Spock." McCoy snapped.

"I'll see you guys soon." And, then his face disappeared.

Jim spun his chair around to grin up at his bondmate before he reached up and pulled him down into a kiss. "Even though what I said to Bones had no sexual suggestion in it, I do believe his idea has some merit to it." He smiled when he was rewarded with a Spock half smile.

"Indeed."

It took about two hours for the captain and first officer to finally make to it to the Enterprises Sickbay. To which they were greeted with bitching by said doctor for about twenty minutes. Things like 'I have better things to do than wait around on you all day' were through out there, along with 'Dammit, Jim. I'm a doctor, I'm busy'. But, now they were all standing around the very still form of George Kirk.

Jim hadn't seen or looked at his father since the day they had found him. He hadn't felt ready for it, and still didn't truly feel it now, but he guessed there was no sense in procrastinating any longer. In a few days the man would be awake and being as Jim was the captain of the ship it would be his duty to discuss with George what had happened and was going to happen.

As he took his first steps into the room, and looked upon the face of his father for the first time without obstruction, Jim couldn't help but feel a since of familiarity, but not just because the face looks so similar to his but more like he knew him. Like he'd always known him, that they had had a history, a story to their relationship. And, wasn't that all true, this was his father, of course they had a relationship, they had a history, a story. It was just that their characters in that story had just tragically never crossed paths.

Jim began to hesitantly reach out to touch his father's hand, but pulled back out of fear. "It's okay, Jim. You can touch him." He looked up at his friend who nodded encouragingly. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat he then reached out again and took his father's hand in his.

His skin was cold and pale, nothing like the tan, warm skin Jim had always dreamed it would be. Golden and dry from hard work out in the fields of Iowa. But, the one thing that caught Jim's attention the most was the slow but steady heartbeat the thumped against the inside of his father's wrist. Squeezing the hand tightly, he took a deep breath. "What is his heart rate up to now?"

"40 beat per minute." McCoy answered as he looked at the reading above his patients head. "His respiratory pattern is also firming up."

"How long do you anticipate until he has awoken?" Spock asked from his spot next to the doctor. His eyes steadily taking every aspect of the elder Kirk. This was no doubt Jim's father, the resemblance was undeniable. George Kirk was beautiful, just like his son.

"Well, by this rate he will be up to normal heart rate levels in the next few hours but, I want to keep him in a coma and then slowly wake him up so not to shock the rest of his system."

"Okay. Well, we get our orders tomorrow morning and then we head out." Jim looked down at his hand, absentmindedly rubbing circles into the skin of the other with his thumb. "Will you-"

"Jim," McCoy cut in softly. "I'm not gonna leave him unattended until he's fully stable. But, you should go with Spock and eat something, relax before we're back to work."

Not taking his eyes off his father, Jim whispered. "It's strange, but now that I'm with him, I don't want to leave him."