Oh god, oh god, oh god. It's up and I had to I'm sorry! There may be a few mistakes and I apologize but I wanted to get this up before the weekend was completely over, so here you go! I'll go through and fix the mistakes soon!
"So," Jim panted, "Would you say I was forgiven?"
"Indeed," Came Spock's equally out of breath reply. He was still trying to get his bearings, head buzzing with lingering pleasure and body lax from relieved tension. No, no one could possibly stay mad at Jim after a performance such as the one he had just concluded. Jim grinned, rolling over to rest his chin on Spock's chest. "Although unnecessary," He continued, "You were already forgiven."
"Yeah, but I still needed to do it for me too. A week is way too long to go without sex with you." Jim teased and Spock hummed in response feeling through their skin-on-skin contact Jim's contentment.
From the moment he had walked into their quarters at 2100 Jim had had Spock pinned down both by his person and his favorite pair of nylon, neon green handcuffs, to their bed. Pleasuring Spock in every way he knew the Vulcan loved. "Think we could do it again?" Jim asked.
Spock raised an eyebrow, "You are referring to this moment?" He had known human's had a higher sex drive than several other species, often engaging in casual intimacies only for the sake of one's pleasure, but he believed Jim even by Terran standards had an overly overactive libido. He was always suggesting, prepared and enthusiastic about sex, and it did not matter when or where, – Most of the time. Not that Spock was complaining, no he loved his mate and would never turn down the opportunity to show him that love in a physical way.
"Well, yeah."
"T'hy'la, although I love sharing the pleasures of the body with you more than many other activities, may I enlighten you as to what time it is."
"Which is?" Jim asked.
"0200 hours."
"No shit." Jim shot up to look across the bed at their blinking digital alarm clock. It was something he had taken from his home in Iowa. Once belonging to his grandfather Tiberius who had then given it to his dad, George. It was an odd thing to sentimental about, but it matter. He used to lie awake at night and stare at it, wondering if his dad had done the same, watching the blue glow blink off and on as the time past until it would eventually put him to sleep, to then groan and slam his hand down upon it when it woke him up too early the next morning.
"Yes shit." Spock retorted making Jim grin. "Might I suggest we table your offer for a later date and retire for the evening?"
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Was Jim's indiscernible reply as he yawned and stretched dramatically. Snuggling down as Spock pulled the covers up from where they were discarded at the end of the bed, Jim began to quickly sink into restful sleep, with his bondmate not far behind him.
It had been a week since Jim had given his husband what he considered to be the best apology of all time. And to go along with it he began to lessen his time in Medbay and only sat with his father while Spock was preoccupied with work in the labs. They began spending their meals together alone in their quarters more often too, not because they didn't wish to spend time with their friends, but because it was easier and quicker access to their bed, which they both knew would be occupied the moment they both ate their last bite.
It had been good, Jim was happy and so was Spock, but the captain couldn't help the anxious feeling that grew in his stomach as each day passed. Every hour that ticked by brought Jim closure to the moment that he was most terrified for.
Any day, hour or minute now his father would wake up and Jim would have to face him, for the first time, ever, and it was absolutely terrifying. What would he say? How would his father react? Would he understand? Would he know who Jim was? Would be even care?
"Ashaya, your worrying is illogical." Spock had almost chuckled the night before as Jim continued to pace their quarters. McCoy had called to tell Jim that his father's brain activity was showing signs strengthening consciousness, which gave the doctor hope for full consciousness in a few days maximum.
"What I am I going to say to him, Spock?" Jim all but whined as he had plopped down in his husbands lap.
"Whatever you wish," Spock said softly before he kissed Jim's temple.
The entire bridge was almost silent as the crew went about their work, a few whispered questions here and there but for the most part everyone was fully focused on the job at hand.
They had received their orders two weeks prior, head towards a planet called Mwamba to begin the process of the Mwambians becoming part of the Federation. It would be a long and boring diplomatic mission, but Jim would endure with Spock by his side.
As they continued on their way, Jim sat reading through the information Nyota had provided him on the Mwambian culture.
He was in the middle of becoming increasing angry over the Mwambian's nonacceptance of homosexuality when Jim's heart stopped, his comm whistling loudly throughout the bridge.
"Dr. McCoy to Bridge," Bones groused through the comm. And, instead of answering him Jim sat silently staring blankly at the view-port in front of him. "Jim?" Bones called, but still the captain didn't make any move to respond. He knew the entire bridge was staring at him but he couldn't possibly care.
His chest was being to heave and his heart was pounding in his ears. He couldn't tell if what he was feeling was fear, or oddly enough relief.
"Yes, Dr. McCoy?" Spock asked. He was standing beside Jim looking extremely worried.
"He's awake," Came McCoy's blunt response. And, that's why Jim loved him, because there was no beating around the bush with Bones, not even for this. It made Jim snap back to himself before he bolted out of his chair and down towards the sickbay without even a simple conn order.
Jim sprinted all the way to sickbay not even thinking about what would occur once he had made it there. His mind blank of anything other than making to that Medbay room as fast as he possibly could even as his heart pounded and felt as if he would pass out for all the blood rushing to his ears.
When he made it to the all too familiar private room in sickbay Jim came to abrupt stop at the door, causing both Spock and Nyota - who did not know were following him - to bounce off his back and stumble backwards. Jim quickly snatched his hand back and grabbed Spock's wrist to check his balance, and didn't remove it after Spock had recovered. He craved and needed Spock's support at that moment and as his ever amazing husband sent a wave of calm to him Jim was able to take a deep breath before taking a few steps into the room. No reason to delay the knowing Spock, and even Nyota was there behind him helped more than can ever have imagined.
Once he was a couple steps inside the room he realized that he could only see his best friends back, his body blocking Jim's view of his father as he tended to his patient. "Doctor?" Spock asked from behind him, making both McCoy and George to snap their eyes up at Jim.
And, oh god he was looking at him, those eyes that he saw every day in the mirror reflecting back at him, but only they weren't his eyes. Jim's breath hitched as Bones pulled farther away from George, his eyes too focused intently on Jim.
"Kid?" Bones said encouragingly and Jim looked to his friend, only then noticing that he had been standing there staring for much longer than he realized.
"George..." Jim said hoarsely before clearing his throat and trying again. "George Kirk?"
"Captain," The man on the biobed replied with a slight nod.
Jim smiled weakly before stepping closer to his father. "I'm uhh..." Kirk trailed off looking pleadingly at Bones, but only got a sympathetic look in response. "I'm, Jim." He said lamely, holding his hand out to the other man.
George took it the out stretched hand and shook it weakly once. "Hmmm..." He smiled to himself. "Jim… that was what my wife and I named our new baby boy." George stared off into space for a few seconds, his eyes gathering tears as he thought about what he thought he had lost.
"Mr. Kirk?" Jim asked hesitantly. He had no idea how to approach any of this and Spock better be prepared to deal with a human emotional breakdown later.
"I am with you, ashaya. It is alright." Spock said through their bond, easing his nerves a bit.
George looked back up to Jim and smiled weakly. "Sorry, it's just… I never got to meet my baby boy."
Jim felt himself go weak at the knees and his eyes also began to fill with tears. Oh god, dad, daddy. You loved me, you really did. He was wanted to cry and fling himself into his father's arms, curl up in a ball and never leave the man's touch, and he was seconds away from doing just that when his CMO coughed roughly and brought him bad to his senses.
"Uhh..." Jim drawled looking back over his shoulder at Spock. "This is my First Officer, Commander Spock, and my Communications Officer, Lt. Uhura."
Both Spock and Uhura stepped forward bowed their heads at the elder Kirk.
"It is nice to meet you." George nodded, an odd silence falling throughout the room. "I don't mean to come off as rude and impatient," He chuckled, breaking the silence, "But would it be possible for someone to explain to me what exactly is going? I mean last I knew I was about to die."
"O-oh, Of course, Mr. Kirk, uh Commander Kirk,"
"George, please." He waved a hand and smiled at Jim, "I'm only 35 I couldn't possibly be old enough for that mister crap and I'm not on duty… Obviously." Bones snorted as he checked over the man's vitals, gaining a confused look from his patient.
"Sorry, it's just you sound a lot like close friend of mind."
George laughed. "Is he brash, spontaneous and completely unconcerned for his own well being?"
"He is exactly that." Bones smirked, turning to look at Jim.
"Sounds like a good man."
"He definitely is."
"Uhh, George, sir." Jim cut in. "I believe you we're looking for an explanation?"
"Oh yes, of course. Sorry, Captain... Captain?" He gave Jim a questioning look.
Jim cleared his throat, "Kirk," He said matter-of-factly.
George's wide eyed. "Kirk?" He breathed. "Jim Kirk? Jim?"
"Yeah," Jim whispered, again feeling far too weak at the knees to be appropriate for a Starship Captain.
George's face iced over as quickly as Jim had melted. His eyes snapped between each person in the room, suspicion and anger building as his chest began to heave, "Is this some kind of sick joke?" He demanded, "Because, I don't know who the hell you people think you are but, coming in here and telling me you are my son. My son to whom I never had the pleasure of meeting is far more volatile than I ever imagined Starfleet to be. I may be a man out of my element Captain but, I will not be taken as a fool. Now, if you have some kind of soul you will make sure to tell me the truth and no longer try to forcefully rip a man's heart out by telling him something you know to be the most desired dream he could have."
Everyone stood, breathing heavy and staring at the now fuming legendary Commander Kirk.
"I'm not lying, sir. My name is James Tiberius Kirk." Jim said through a thick, shaky voice.
"Tiberius! Are you kidding me?! What kind of person are you?! You have no idea what you are doing to me!" The Elder Kirk yelled as tears spilled down his cheeks. "This is not at all funny. Now, tell who you really are!"
"I..." Jim breathed as he too began to cry. "I am telling you the truth. You're in the year 2260, sir."
"What?" George hissed.
"You have been frozen for almost 30 years, sir." Bones jumped in, showing George the date on his PADD.
"So, this is... How did... But, that means... Are you really?"
Jim couldn't trust him voice so forcefully nodded, pressing his lips tightly together to keep another wave of tears at bay.
"Jim?"
"Yeah, dad." Jim whispered as he let tears slip down his cheeks.
George exhaled a shaky breath, his eyes glued to Jim's, "I can't… I…" He held out his arms "Come here."
Jim quickly stumbled into his father's waiting arms. Finally feeling those strong, warm arms he always dreamed about envelop him as he cried into his lost but, now found father's chest.
"Oh my god," George choked, kissing his sons hair. "Your so... Grown and you're a captain. God, Jim, let me look at you," Pulling back a little they both stared at each other, George wiping a stray tear from his sons face. "You're as handsome as I knew would be." He chuckled weakly, causing Jim to laugh through his tears.
"How's mom? Sam?"
Jim stiffened, looking in father in his oh so, familiar blue glaze. "There's a lot we need to brief you on. We still don't know how, or why you ended up on a Romulan ship and kept in alive in cryotube, and I don't know if we ever will but, when we have that discussion I think I should also brief you on what you have missed out these last couple decades."
George eyed his suspiciously. "Everything alright, Jim?"
"No, dad." Jim shook his head and looked down at his hands. "No, everything is not alright."
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Again sorry about mistakes!