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_{[ Spock cannot stop the blush and Kirk cannot help but noticing. He
almost reached up to touch it, but he stopped himself. ]}

Uh yeah. It's been a quiet night so I thought we could meditate? It's been awhile, you know.

_{[ He hoped that would be enough to entice him, and he really didn't
have an ace up his sleeve anyways. ]}

[Spock considers this for a long moment, but then finally nods and opens his door, letting Jim inside.]

Very well. How have you been feeling?
[Of course he was referring to the nightmares that Jim has been having. And of course Spock knew about them.]

Okay. I have small ones, but they've been more... under control.

_{[ Which was a relative term really. He shrugged as he came in, moving
to take up his customary spot on the floor and into the position he was
most comfortable in for the meditation sessions, which was something of a
modified lotus position. ]}

[Spock hesitates by the door... but eventually shuts it. He turns off the lights and sets a lit candle between them.
Sitting, he regards Jim for a moment.

He knows Jim hasn't been sleeping well... hasn't been taking proper care of himself. He wonders if whatever is brewing between them is partially the cause. It could be... But he also knows what's there in the darkness of Jim's mind.
The guilt and the fear.]

Are you certain you wish to do this Jim? Are you... comfortable being around me?

_{[ He looked at him then, knowing that they'd have to come around to
this, but he had been wanting to give Spock space and himself time to
think. Talking with Zev and Bones had helped, even if he was still warry of
it, though he didn't think Spock had the same kind of doubts he did. In
fact, it only recently dawned on him why Spock was really upset. ]}

Spock, what happened - you know I'm not angry at you for that, right? That's never what I was afraid of, that night.

[Spock looked as though he didn't believe him....But then, he also hoped.]

Then what were you afraid of?

A lot of things, but not you.

_{[ And that was true enough. It never had anything to do with Spock, it
was all to do with him, that much he freely admitted and knew. It had
always been him, in any budding relationship he might have had, and he had
never had the guts to turn back around and face those relationships. At
least, not until now. ]}

Come on, once you're in my head you'll know I'm not lying.

[The Vulcan lifts his hand, but then falters.... he can't deny this anymore.]

Jim... you must understand how difficult this has become for me....

_{[ Kirk looked at him, at those wavering hands, and sighed. This was
his fault. Well, not fault, but... god, things were never going to get
better if they didn't do this, he just knew it. He reached out, taking
Spock's hands and placing them on either side of his temples. ]}

Please, Spock. We need to do this...

[Spock's breath hitches, then with an almost pained expression, nods.]

Very well... Jim...
My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts...
[The Vulcan melds them, blending their minds together as they stare up into the space of Jim's consciousness.]

_{[ As all the times before, the world he made for himself was a
beautiful universe sparkling with stars like jewels. He had his inner most
universe, those stars that circled him close, he the sun, and off in the
distance the super nova that was Pike and the dark shadow of a comet that
was Khan. These things would never leave, of that he was sure, but in time
they might dim.}

He walked/floated/what have you over to his person universe, the jewels glowing and floating in their orbits. In the center was the yellow sun, Kirk and... the blue jewel that was Spock. It sat on the innermost orbit, hugging the flares that came off his sun, the flares themselves caressing the blue jewel. ]

You see?

Spock stares, completely enraptured by the sight in front of him.
It was absolutely beautiful.

"Jim, I am uncertain as to what I am looking at... will you explain?"

His heart was doing something funny, but that was illogical. No one felt with their heart, they felt with their mind...
But why did it suddenly feel tight and nervous?

How to explain it though? He kind of understood it himself and he kind of didn't. But the heart was funny that way, wasn't it? And it was the heart, he'd known that for a long time, he just didn't want to admit it because... a lot of things.

He sighed, looking towards the super nova that was pike, and again the reasons hit home, the reasons he knew and had batted away and kept buried because it was easier to live in his self-imposed exile than it was to accept his feelings or analyze them or deal with them.

"It means I really care about you, idiot," he said softly, licking his lips. "I really, really care about you and that scares the ever living shit out of me."

He shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself, turning away from the nova and the things it represented, his eyes flicking to the glimmering, pale jewel of a star that could barely be made out that he knew deep in his soul to be his mother.

Spock watches the colours and the space move around them. He wants to ask so many things, the why's and how's and wanting to delve into Jim's feelings, to know his very heart and soul...

But he waits. He allows the silence to encompass them as he inches closer. If his hand happens to brush against his Captain's in a gentle 'kiss', then so be it.
It's only after that he breaks the silence, still watching the stars. "And what do you want to do about that?"

"That's the thing. I don't know," he admitted, not withdrawing from Spock, but not leaning into him. He knew if he did, he would break, he would fall utterly and he wasn't prepared for that, not yet.

The worlds he had made for himself continued to swirl and flow, his feelings undeniable to the depths of his psyche, the place represented here. It was a truth, a hard one on many levels, when he had spent so many years locking those things about himself away and ignoring them. It was easier than succumbing to them, to living through heart break and disappointment.

"I've... never really known. I just know I've never accepted it, because I was... I guess I felt I wasn't deserving of it," he admitted, and pointed out to the glimmering, pale-red jewel of his mother in the distance. "If I was, why is she so far away?" he asked him, then turned to look at Pike, and the pain hit new, the sun that was himself flaring as the pain of loss burned bright. "It just hurts..." He had loved, and it had been torn away from him.

Spock looks up at the stars, and back at the broken man before him. It's sad... and makes Spock feel all the more protective of him. But, something had to change.

"I realize that you are in pain Jim, but you were never one to allow fear to cloud your judgement."

"Really? You can say that, after everything that just happened with Khan and Marcus?" he asked him, turning to look at him.

He had asked the same of Bones, and gotten his answer, though he didn't really believe it. He didn't understand how all of them could still trust him, believe in him, when he had made such a grave blunder, nearly killed them all. Hell, he'd died, and he'd hurt so many because of that. He'd made Spock feel the same pain he had when Pike passed...

"I'm not good at loving people."

"On the contrary, Jim. I would accuse you of loving 'too much', but then you might think me ludicrous."

Spock rounded on Jim. They might have to duke it out, right here and now and get to the bottom of this. It's been two years, two years and Jim is still in crippling emotional pain.

"I believe there is something else that we need to address right now."

"And what's that?" he asked him, floating over to the little universe he had made for himself and taking a seat upon the sun, watching the planets twirl and tick into a time even he did not understand - planets swirling about their lives, headless of himself.

"It is a matter of blame."

The Vulcan slowly wanders around, every now and again stopping at a particular star to pay it some attention, but then moving on. "You still blame yourself for what happened. But it is not just any blame... it has crippled you."

"I know we're inside my head, Spock, but I'm not in the mood for being cryptic or for riddles," he growled, watching Spock, his little sun actually turning him around as he sat cross-legged on it, a god carelessly using his creations.

Spock had some modicum of control here as well...

"You need examples? Very well."

Images started to float above their heads, each once more violent than the next. "You blame yourself for every presumed failure. You blame yourself for Vulcan, for the ships lost to Nero, for Pike's death and for the death of members of your crew."

"Jim, you claim that you do not love well, but you love so much that every loss in your life affects you so harshly that you allow it to sweep you away. Instead of dealing with it, you become much like our friend McCoy... deferring to alcohol to forget.
Or in your special case, sex and careless, suicidal actions that one would call having a 'death wish'."

The images swirled by, each one painful. He kept saying he could have saved them, that he should have, that he should have acted sooner. He winced away from them, not wanting to see. The image of Vulcan disappearing still haunted him, and more than once he had pondered Khan's words, and he wondered if, somehow, he could have found a kinder fate for him, and wondered how he could have been so blinded by Marcus.

"Yeah, and what's your point?" he asked, falling back on his usual belligerence, his shields coming up because humor failed him at this juncture.

"My point is, you fault yourself needlessly, and my tolerance for your illogic has come to an end."

Spock started to stalk towards him.

Kirk tense, seeing him stalk towards him. He prepared to bolt, wondering what the Vulcan was up to, only now seeming to realize that Spock had the much stronger mental control than he did, especially right now. God, had this been a really bad idea?

"Really? After all this time? I had bets it would end at six months," he quipped, another fall back, his blue eyes wary.

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