[ Kirk knew it the moment the other was back in this part of their little world. The bond was not quiet the same as he was used to, but he had no time to examine it as he was thrusting on his shoes and hurrying out of their home, dashing along the line of the thread that connected them towards Spock, towards his friend, his...
Child?
He stopped, staring at the tiny boy that was the source and the end of the bond that tugged at him, brows screwed. Was it...? No way. ]
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Child?
He stopped, staring at the tiny boy that was the source and the end of the bond that tugged at him, brows screwed. Was it...? No way. ]
Spock?