How it Stands, Take II Jazz Man
When you took your place in line, I knew it was you - the real you, not the ghost we've been living with since, since they
took you out of my head. I reached out mentally like you had shown me years before and felt only warmth. For weeks you'd been
like a block of ice, but now you were back.
It wasn't long before you disappeared out of sight - only later did you tell me about your father. I waited for you outside
and my heart sank when I saw Jim was with you. I had almost forgotten. We went to Jim's apartment, just the three of us; I
don't know where the others were. When we got there Jim went straight for the booze.
"To the Enterprise," he said, proposing a toast.
We sat a while in silence before you spoke up: "If you will excuse me, gentlemen, I am rather fatigued. I should like to
find lodging for the night."
"You could stay here, Spock," said Jim and even you picked up on what he was really offering.
"No, I could not." You turned to me and held out your hand touching two fingers to mine. Our bond had been severed, it
had never been that strong anyway, but I could feel the happiness you were radiating. "Good night, gentlemen," you said as
you took your leave.
"So that's how it stands," said Jim, his voice flat.
"Yes, Jim, that's how it stands."
"Why did you never tell me?" he asked, watching me intently.
I sighed. "It wasn't that we weren't telling you, we just never told you. The only person who new was Scotty, and that
was an accident."
He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Bones. I can't imagine what it was like for you to lose him and then to have to deal with
"It wasn't your fault," I said with a faint smile.
"Do you love him?" he asked suddenly.
"And he loves you?"
"Yes." You can't hide much in a mind meld, Spock.
"Then shouldn't you get after him?"
"You'll be okay on your own?" I asked, already half out of my chair.
"Sure. Go, Bones, and that's an order."
"Aye, sir." I took one last look at him and left.
As soon as I got outside I tried to comm you, but there was no answer. I must admit to being more than a little annoyed,
you must have known that I wanted to see you. I had no idea where to look for you. I tried the Academy accommodation office,
but they hadn't seen you. I even tried the Vulcan Embassy, but they didn't want to talk to me.
In the end I decided it was time to go home. I hadn't been there in what seemed like a very long time, though I guess it
hadn't been so long. I was tired enough that I opted to transport, so it didn't take long for me to get there.
As I walked up the path to the house I tried once again to comm you. There was still no reply so figured I'd try again
the next day.
I first noticed something was wrong when I saw that the lights were on. I had a neighbour take a look in every now and
again when I was away, but she wouldn't have been there so late at night. The next thing wrong was that the door was not only
unlocked but also open.
I walked in and called out: "Anybody here?" There was no reply so I went into the kitchen, that's where the light had been.
Stood in front of me was a tallish man with his back to me. It didn't take long to figure out who it was. "Spock! What are
you doing here?"
You turned and smiled. If I wasn't sure it was really you, I could have no doubt now. "Making dinner."
Making dinner. It was such a simple thing; you used to cook when I'd had a long day. That was before it all went haywire.
I sat down at the table, surprised to find tears in my eyes.
You knelt down next to me and put your arms around me. "It is all right, Leonard, it is all over."
"Promise me you'll never do that again. Promise you'll never leave me."
You pulled away slightly and I let you go. "I cannot promise, Leonard. Our lives are unpredictable; I do not know what
tomorrow will bring to us. The Universe is filled with possibilities; not all of them are pleasant. I cannot promise that
I will never leave, but I know that I do not want to leave. I cannot promise forever, but you will have all that I can give
I rubbed my eyes. "So that's how it stands?"
"Yes, Leonard, that is how it stands."