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Will you stop talking like that?

_{[ He grumbled as he walked by, wrapping his knuckles against the other's skull before making for the kitchen.]}

Burden this. Sorry that. Blah, blah.

[Spock huffed at the comment and at the undignified way Jim smacked his head...]

It would seem that you are not taking this seriously Jim....

I am, but you being all dour and doom and gloom about it isn't exactly helping.

What do you suggest Jim? That I be happy?

[That was asked with an eyebrow raise.

Could you really image the Vulcan anything other than serious?]

There's a whole song about that, you know.

_{[ He looked at him over his shoulder as he pulled out a drink from the fridge. ]}

[Spock gave Jim a confused look...

Then turned back to his book.]

Come on, everyone get happy~!

_{[He sing-songed it, waltzing over to Spock and flopping down on the couch beside him and craning his head to try and peer at the spine of the book.]}

[Spock happened to be reading Shakespeare...King Lear.

The Vulcan regarded Jim as he sat beside him...Having Jim this close was... difficult.
Spock tried to inch away from him.]

_{[ Kirk sighed, seeing the other inch away. He sat back, rubbing the back of his head, hating the discomfort he could feel tickling the back of his skull. ]}

Hey, you promised me we'd do more meditation sessions.

[Spock was very close to giving a withering sigh....
He knew it had to happen, but he had been avoiding it. Hence why he had not brought it up...]

So it would seem....

[Spock closed the book with an audible snap.]

Are you certain you want to go through with this? What if I lose control again?

_{[He watched the other for a long moment, and then shrugged.]}

I trust you, Spock. I don't think you will, and if you do - well, we'll pull through. We've gotten through worse together, right?

[Spock raises an eyebrow, and gives Jim a steady look..]

From your perspective maybe...

[For Spock, this was up there with the most serious thing they've done.]

Will right here suffice?

_{[He nodded.]}

Beats sitting cross-legged out in the woods or something.

So, do your Vulcan voodoo. Let's go.

[Spock hesitated for a moment...

He had to steel himself...
Then the Vulcan leaned forward to place his hand on Jim's psy-points.]

My mind to your mind...my thoughts to your thoughts.
[They were plunged into an inky darkness... but this time, Jim was greeted with profound Joy..... a feeling that Spock tried to quickly quell.]

_{[ Not soon enough, and Kirk tried not to shy from that feeling. It was nice that someone wanted him that way, but he was... scared of it. He always had been, on some level, from anyone. He was sure some shrink would point out that had to do his mother or something else, but he didn't need a shrink. He just needed... to keep his distance from shit like that.

He sighed, coming to in the darkness, clothing himself in simply jeans and a shirt, something comfortable and familiar, though not to formal like his uniform.]}

Spock?

[Oh... the things Spock would help Jim realize....

Spock appeared... dressed in black.]

Jim...

[The golden thread that intertwined around them looked a bit frayed in some areas.]

I am... reluctant to show you my progress. However, I would be amenable to seeing how the bond has taken form in your own mind...

Black? Seriously, Spock? Isn't that a bit... dark? Plus it makes you look like a floating head.

_{[He pursed his lips, floating there in the dark, but he didn't question it further.]}

But... yeah, I guess we could go see. Not sure how fantastic it is.

[Spock lifted an eyebrow...]

Jim... I am sure that whatever you have utilized will be fine... You cannot measure bonds with mere words.

[Spock was dead serious...]

_{[He nodded at that and shrugged, turning to begin to walk through the dark. He could feel his special place calling to him, all of it secreted behind a door that looked like it belonged on the Enterprise, and yet touched, oddly enough, but something... farm-housish.]}

It's here.

[Spock admired the door... running a gentle hand over the frame...

He waited for Jim to open it and show him what was inside.]

_{[ Kirk sighed and pushed open the door, leaving the other now into a house, but rather, it seemed, out into a great and empty expanse. It was a stark sort of beauty, a dry and arid desert without sand.

He kept walking for a bit, and soon enough they came upon the jewel of this desert - it looked like a miniature solar system, planets bobbing and weaving about a single center, all the spheres glittering and glowing different colors - red, chocolate-honey, yellow, green, blue, and many more.]}

[The Vulcan was in awe...]

Jim.... this is magnificent...

What does it all mean? [Spock wanted to know... he wanted to know Jim's mind.
He truly thought it beautiful.]

_{[He pursed his lips, wading through the spheres like you waded through a kiddy pool to the center, the sphere there seeming to shift and accept him, making him glow faintly.

He turned, surveying the different orbs and pointed to the honey-chocolate one.]}

Uhura.

_{[His finger moved to the orange-yellow.]}

Chekov.

_{[Yellow, like oriental silk.]}

Sulu.

_{[White, like bone.]}

Bones.

_{[Steely gray, like metal.]}

Scotty.

_{[And now pointing to the one in closest orbit to himself, Bones' right behind it in terms of order. It glowed and shimmered blue.]}

You.

[Spock was silent for a long time.... staring at the sphere that represented him.

He gingerly reached out and touched it.... it reacted positively... seeming to shiver in the night sky.
The bond started to chime once more... reverberating around them, wanting to delve into Jim's mind.
Spock retracted his hand.... attempting to school the bond.]

My apologies...

...this... This is very beautiful Jim.

_{[ Kirk shivered when the other touched the sphere that was him, licking his lips as he felt and heard that ringing, a part of him wanting to reach out and grasp the thread like a drowning man. But he couldn't.

Spock didn't know what he was doing. Kirk couldn't...

He sighed, reaching down and scooping up the blue sphere and cradled it in his cupped hands, the sphere giving off a quiet light, perhaps even a bit sterile in its nature, but laced with its own warmth.]}

It didn't used to be so close, you know.

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