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Appointments

If you wish to meet with me at a scheduled time and place, I would not be opposed to that idea.
Ensure that all details are manifest.
Peace and Long Life.

OOC Warning:
First and foremost I am a student... so please be patient with me on replies.

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[Spock only hesitated for a moment...then slumped into Jim's arms once more.
It would seem that the other man's presences greatly aided in repairing the hole in his katra...

...Jim's warm presence...

His sun.

The Vulcan began to purr as he closed his eyes.]

_{[ The purring was... nice. And explained why the other liked cats so much. He said nothing about it right now, just let the other slump against him and rubbed his arm gently. He could still feel the throbbing edges of pain along their bond - not a physical pain, but something different. It pounded at the front of his temples, but he would deal with it later.]}

Do you need me to... to come inside with you?

_{[ He meant into his head, into the garden. ]}

[Spock nodded...and reached a hand up to Jim's head.]

M-my mind to your mind...my thoughts to your thoughts....

[They were getting better at this... The inky darkness very quickly gave way to Spock's Katra... his garden.

And there was Spock, sitting beside the only vibrant thing there.]

_{[ Jim walked over, in his jeans and t-shirt, his feet bare, as if in respect for the garden, not wanting to trod on it with boots. He came to Spock and sat beside him, gazing at the bright flower that was him.

He shifted, leaning his shoulder against Spock's.]}

You do not have a green thumb, you know that? But then, I guess Vulcan wasn't really a green planet - it was more Marsy.

[Spock quirked an eyebrow....]

Was that comment intended to be ironic? [Spock had green blood....so his skin had a green hue to it.

But then Spock exhaled as he looked around.]

My Katra was modeled after my mother's garden. I suppose it is only logical that he death would lead to its demise.

Perhaps...

....perhaps I should create a new image. [It would be like saying goodbye...]

_{{ He frowned, hearing that. He had not realized what the garden was modeled after something from Spock's mother. He knew how much she had meant, had seen how it had torn him apart.

He looked at the garden again, keeping in contact with Spock. ]}

Well, first, a green thumb is a turn of phrase on earth - it means you're good at growing things.

And the other part... You can create something new, but that doesn't mean you have to give up the garden entirely, you know? You shouldn't give up memories of her, things that remind of you her.

Illogical... [Human phrases always confused the Vulcan...

... Spock's shoulders slumped in defeat.]

I will never forget her Jim.... she is apart of me.

However, I have become aware that my perspective needs to change... I need to recognize my human bonds.

It might not be a bad idea.

_{[ He looked around, thinking. ]}

Maybe, in the restructure, you give her her own spot. You know, a special place you go, just to think on her and be with her in your memories. Like a shrine, I guess.

[Spock allowed himself to lean against Jim as the scenery around them shifted...

Flashes of memories covered the dismal sky... The approving face of Christopher Pike...The senior crew of the Enterprise... the friends that he has made in Luceti...

....and it almost surprised the Vulcan how varied they were. The garden shifted...

The layout became more organized as all the dead things were removed. Small desert flowers appeared, some bigger than others in all different colours. The fountain in the center however...it stayed where it was, but water started to flow from it once more as roses grew at its base.

...it was Amanda.

Spock breathed...humming in contentment from his place against Jim.

Jim... The magnificent flower that represented the bond with his Captain was moved right next to the fountain. A proper place.]

_{[ Kirk smiled as he watched the transformation, his own heart lightening at the sight of life instead of the dead and desiccated thing that Spock had been keeping.

This, then, was Spock beginning to move on, to accept what had happened with Vulcan and welcome in the new relationships. At least, he hoped that's what this was. He hoped Spock never forgot those others though, and he shouldn't.

Slowly, Kirk rose and went to the fountain, kneeling down and gently laying his hand on the brim of it. He bowed his head quietly, paying homage in the human way, recognizing its importance.]}

[Spock didn't move as he watched Jim...

...but it was an interesting sensation to have your heart in your throat. The phrase did not make any logical sense, but there was this lump...

...it couldn't be anything else.

The Garden was quiet, and settled....though small. The golden thread expanded into a mist to cover the entire area...
...it was home.

Spock stared at Jim's back...
...his T'hy'la.

The Vulcan vowed that no matter what, he would wait. It didn't matter how long it took, he would wait.]

Thank you Jim...

_{[ Jim stood from his position at the fountain, hoping that somewhere out there, in whatever counted for heaven or a soul or whatever, she was watching, and she was proud of him, happy for her son. Because he deserved it.

He turned to Spock and he smiled, coming over and reaching down, touching his hand to the other's head tenderly, a gesture he would never have attempted outside this space. ]}

You're going to be okay, right?

Yes Jim... [And for the first time, he meant it.

The Vulcan stood, and faced Jim...standing tall with his hands behind his back, looking quite settled in his body and his mind.]

Perhaps we should end this meld now...

[Spock takes a cursory look around...It looked a lot better here.]

Yeah, sounds like a good idea.

_{[ He smiled at him, squeezing his shoulder and heading for the exit for the garden, because that made sense to him, to help 'end' the meld.]}

[In the physical world Spock breathed...

....then opened his eyes. The Vulcan regarded Jim, and slowly separated his hand from the other man's face.]

Thank you Jim...

...I have never before been this mentally sound since...since Vulcan.

Well, glad I could help.

_{[ He smiled at him and shifted, getting himself to his feet and stretching like he had been asleep for a long time. ]}

How about juice? I feel like I need something to drink and then a jog.

[Spock nods his head, and stands.]

Of course Jim... I am amenable to that suggestion.
Shall we?

[The Vulcan gestures to the door.]

_{[ He flashes him that bright grin. ]}

You know it.

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