#thelogicalhybrid

[starfleetsfinest]

What is family to you?

Family is the people you choose to keep around you, those that are closer than mere friends. Family is stronger than blood because it chooses its own and keeps its own safe.  I do not have much experience with family, as I lost mine early on, but those I claim as family are as blood to me.You are family, Spock, despite our various differences. I use that word knowing all the implications it carries, and I do not use it lightly, ever. 

[primeacumen]

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Blinking, her head tilted slightly to one side as blue-gray eyes observed him. It was not what she was expecting...Perhaps she should know better then to expect anything in particular from Spock. The man usually ended up surprising her and not in negative ways. Still, there was a wriggling sensation in the back of her mind there was more to this story then he was saying. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re unwittingly charming?” Smiling softly, she fought the urge to ask him why he said that and not a sex. Still, knowing Spock, he likely didn’t have a preference. Why would he? It didn’t really matter ultimately. The species needed a revival. “Good answer. Admittedly I share your sentiments. There are pros and cons to both males and females. I’m interested in seeing how this all unfolds.”

[whydotheykeeptakingmine]

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Spock’s eyes opened at the voice in slightly stinted Vulcan greeting him. He shifted and swung his legs off the bed, his feet touching the floor slowly. He was used to the coolness of the Enterprise, not the warmth of New Vulcan. Habit meant he had expected the shock of cold. He stood once he realized his own habits were making him seem foolish in front of the person he had married hours ago.

“Nashaut.” He replied in Vulcan because he did not know enough of the Betazoid language which was mostly telepathic anyway. A greeting that was only used between mated individuals or very close friends. Perhaps not the correct greeting yet but marriage was close enough to the Vulcan definition of a mate.

“Do not feel as though you must speak Vulcan.” He said after a moment, “Standard is Vulcan’s secondary language and even if it were not, my mother’s human heritage meant that both languages were spoken as a child. Starfleet also requires fluent or almost fluent Standard.” Perhaps it was unnecessary to divulge that much, at least that much about his mother. Perhaps his husband had not been told of his hybrid status. Spock had only found out because his father had explained.

“I am Spock.”  He added, because they had not actually been properly introduced besides hearing one another’s names during the ceremony and Vulcan names were complicated to those that did not know Vulcan traditions.

Isiah was slightly amused at the reaction the other, his husband, had when his feet hit the floor and he smiled softly at it. The greeting was one he didn’t fully recognize, just knowing it as a greeting and he nodded slightly as he stepped closer and offered the tray with tea on it that he’d made, it hopefully to his liking, having never made vulcan spice tea before, so he’d stuck with his green tea.

“I, well I figured, but I wanted to, as a sort of show of respecting it, and your heritage and all.” he admitted softly, as he set the tray down on the small table in the room instead, having changed his mind. He’d been taught some of the normal affection ways and shyly offered his hand out with his pointer and middle finger in the  ozh'esta to him as well.

[thatchergreene]

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Spock woke early as he usually did though it was not necessary. There were not classes to teach and no errands to run. What humans called a ‘honeymoon’ meant that there was no reason to wake early as there was no schedule to keep.

He shifted in the early morning sunshine that streamed through the large window to their room. The ceremony, the human version, had occurred the day before and Spock ran his thumb over the ring on his left ring finger. He had been hesitant to leave the ring where it had been placed the day before. It was not Vulcan tradition to wear items on one’s hands. Spock had not spent his formative years following Vulcan tradition, however, so the ring had stayed.

Allowing the streaming sunlight to warm his skin, he turned to look at his bedmate, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Thatcher had been a vision during the ceremony but Spock had always found that it did not matter how she was dressed or not, he loved her and did not need to deny the fact.

He reached slowly to brush her hair from her face, making an attempt not to wake her as the hour was still quite earlier than she would likely want to wake.

Some small part of her stirred as her new husband did the same beside her but for the time being, the exhaustion beat out her curiosity and so she stayed mostly asleep and curled at his side beneath the sheets. Whatever time it was, it was much too early. 

Thatcher had insisted for both Spock’s and her own sanity that the ceremony be as small and private as possible. Close friends and family, though very little of the latter had chosen to be in attendance: her father, William, had been there and that had been enough for her. The ceremony was short but gave way to a lengthy reception and despite their best efforts to stay together throughout the evening, had found up separated before too long. 

By the time the guests began leaving and the couple found one another again, very little time passed before goodbyes were given. Having to spend the entire night watching him from across the room did little more than stoke the fiery impatience to have him to herself, an emotion that must have become abundantly obvious when she’d taken him by the hand to follow him out.  

It’s a gentle touch, to be sure, but simply knowing who it’s from is enough to rouse her even more. Nearly a full minute passed before green eyes finally opened. She grinned softly at him, lazily reaching over to touch his foot with her own. “Good morning, husband. Did you sleep well?”

[boldlycaptainkirk]

Scientia || Closed

Starfleet Academy was never in Jim’s plans. 

He hadn’t expected to make it past fifteen, let alone show up in San Francisco at 21; face aching and dressed like a punk. Shouldering his duffel bag, he steps forward off the stairs so that his grumpy companion can join him in observing their home for the next few years.

“Oh sweet beautiful land! Finally, solid ground!” Leonard exclaims as he claps a hand on Jim’s shoulder.

“I don’t know how the hell you’re going to survive in space, man.” Jim rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, well with enough whiskey, I can do anything.” Comes the drawl in response. “Here, I’ll show you where to check in. This is your first time here, yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s a bit overwhelming actually...” Jim murmurs, eyes still scanning the architecture. He imagines what it must have been like for his parents. Oh shit... “I’m gonna have to message my mom at some point. Tell her I left Iowa.”

“You’ll get issued a P.A.D.D. with your uniform.”

Jim sticks next to the doctor as they blend in with the crowd of new recruits. It takes a bit of waiting, but eventually Jim is given his uniform, a P.A.D.D., and his orders for the evening, namely his room assignment.

“I... can’t even pronounce this guys name.” Jim frowns, changing the settings of the device to compensate for his eyesight.

“Sucks to be you.” McCoy replies, bumping shoulders with Jim as they head towards the dorms, “Here, write this down so your dumbass knows where to go when you inevitably get into trouble. It’ll mark down on your map where my apartment is. This is my number too in case you need me. God knows you’ll need somebody to watch out for you here with a face like that.”

“Thanks.”

~

McCoy leaves him at his dorm. Thankfully, Jim is the first to arrive allowing him to make use of the bathroom to clean his wounds.

“Shit. That’s gonna be hard to cover up.” He mutters, pressing gently against the cut on his cheek. 

Cleaning up some, he chooses to don his uniform, if only to see how well Pike got his measurements. Perfect fit. It’s odd seeing himself in something so crisp and regulation. “At least I look almost professional.”

He brushes his teeth and fixes his hair, before setting his toiletries on one side of the counter. 

Exiting the bathroom with his duffel, he goes about setting up his space, making sure that every item (despite how few there may be) is within reach in case he needs to bail quickly. He’s just setting some old traditional texts on his nightstand when he hears the door open.

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[thebookofsands]

@thelogicalhybrid

“Do you object if it is my hand?”

“Only if it doesn’t do anything,” Rhee teased.

[starfleetsfinest]

Friends can kiss

Send my muse “Friends can kiss” for their reaction.

It was Midwinter, once again, and Spock and James had found themselves back at the capital, though it would not seem logical to outside eyes. They had both been on fairly indepth missions by all accounts no less than a month ago, so how they had both ended up in the castle for Midwinter festivities, together, made very little sense. They had been taught over the years, however, not to look a gift horse in the mouth - quite sternly by Lady Daine - so instead of questioning their luck or when it would run out, they had sequestered themselves at a small table in the corner away from most of their classmates and squadmates. James hadn’t meant to steal Spock away from the rest of the group. Rather, he had wanted them all to have one last boisterous Midwinter before wartime fell upon them. But when Spock bluntly said when Tarra had asked James if he had anyone to kiss for Midwinter luck that “Friends could kiss”, paired with a meaningful look at James, James had reddened and immediately pulled away with a couple of broken up apologies to the rest of the group, pulling Spock away to “talk” about things. Now, with their heads ducked together over the table, James’ hand covering Spock’s under the cloth, and their muted whispers, they looked more like a pair of lovers than they had ever looked before. And, if one could hear into their conversation, they would sound more like lovers as well.

“Friends, Spock? Friends can kiss? Is that.. Is that what we are?”

[starfleetsfinest]

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