Star Trek

Get up, turn around and pounce on the adult again when you hit the ground, "I thought..."

"What do you think?" The adult who usually hates physical contact let him wrap his hands and feet around himself like a sloth, and put a hand through his knee to hold the boy higher.

Jim buried his head in the crescent of his neck, sniffing the long-lost faint breath. Spock probably didn't know he smelled like citrus. "I thought... thought you wouldn't come."

"Take off your coat, Jim." Spock puts the child down again, his neck itching from the child's straw hair. "Vulcans never miss appointments."

"Okay." Jim looked at him, slightly dissatisfied with the loss of his embrace, but still bright with joy in his blue eyes, and there was always something in his eyes that Spock couldn't refuse.The Vulcan knelt down to help him unbutton his coat: "I thought you were old enough to change yourself."

Jim spread his arms like a sapling, and the sleeves of his jacket were rolled from his arms.The boy is serious: "I'm only 11 years old, I think I can still be a kid for a while."

"If by a little while you mean 7.25 years." Spock stood up and walked to the cloakroom to put his coat and scarf and hat in the cabinet that slid open on sensor.When the boy behind him nearly bumped into him when he turned his head, Spock sighed subtly, "You don't have to keep following me, Jim. When I promise I'll be with you all Christmas, it means I will. And so it has always been. The Vulcan promises stand forever."

"I know." Jim grinned, though it didn't change his habit of following Spock wherever he went—like the Vulcan would disappear like a bubble if he looked away. "I just…" the boy shrugged, meeting Spock's eye level as he lowered, "I'm glad you're here, Spock." He folded his hands behind his back, stirring the hem of his shirt nervously, half excited .

The Vulcan crouched in front of the boy, his arms outstretched again.He did dislike physical contact, but not the one in front of him.If Jim needed physical contact for added security then his answer would be yes.unconditional. Spock looked at him without speaking, his brown eyes warm as usual.

Jim also threw himself into his arms again, tightly absorbing the higher temperature of the adult than himself.That did make him feel safe.The child's arms were wrapped around the adult's neck, and the almost lost feeling made him almost choke up.He whispered in his ear, "I really miss you, Spocky…"

Spock replied softly, "Me too."

It's Jim Kirk's Christmas.No family candlelight dinners, no news from my brother or greeting from my mother, no blessings from my dad (never), no gifts from friends, nothing to match the festive atmosphere.In the past, he could only stay in an empty and lonely big house, gnawing on the dry gingerbread in the replicator, projecting beautiful spruce, watching boring jokes in boring programs, and watching Christmas Eve alone And the lonely fields and snow in Hebin Town at night, and the warm lights of other families in the distance.

But he has Spock now.Spock, who had promised him months ago that he would come to see him for Christmas.That's enough, Spock is better than anything.

I have been looking forward to Christmas since November, the sparks splashing in the fireplace, the gingerbread baked on the dining table, the light bulbs wrapped around the Christmas tree, and the surprises hanging in the stockings.You know there's no greater happiness for a kid, even though I've told you so many times that I'm no longer one of those biscuit-dropping little kids.But I still believe that Santa Claus will bring me presents.

You are the gift I want most.So I choose to be a child, I believe you, like Santa Claus, will definitely come.

"what is this?"

The boy knelt on the chair, folded his arms and lay on the table, watching his movements from one side. Spock bent down and took out the refrigerated red velvet stock solution from the refrigerator, spread it out on the table, carved out the shapes of socks one by one with a mold, put them on a plate and put them in the oven, and set the time and temperature: "Tonight's dessert .I think its scientific name is Red Velvet Coconut Cookie."

The aroma from the oven quickly swells. Jim licked his lips: "I didn't even know you would do this."

"I really wouldn't have been." Spock glanced at the PADD on the countertop, where he'd been using it to project until Jim got home.

"Do you celebrate Christmas there too?"

"Vulcan is not. Jesus is not Vulcan's god."

"But?" Jim knew he would have another sentence.

"But my mother is passionate about it, even though Vulcan is too hot for fir trees."

"So what do you use instead of a Christmas tree?"

Spock pauses, raising one eyebrow, as if recalling an embarrassing memory: "She'd… dress me up."

The boy froze for a moment, then he understood the meaning of the sentence and giggled.He imagined a little Spock about his own age, with a straight face and arms raised sideways, while beautiful women wrapped him in small light bulbs, flower ribbons and presents.

Spock glanced at him. "No, not really. My mother just made me change into something that closely matched the color of the Christmas tree."

Jim pouted and asked unconvinced, "Why can you always guess what I'm thinking?"

The oven dinged. Spock turns to open it, and removes the freshly tempered 180-degree plate with his bare hands, like he's not even bothered by the heat — and maybe he is. Spock puts them on blotting paper, tops them with white chocolate and sprinkles them with shredded coconut: "I'm Vulcan, Jim. My race is telepathic." He arranges them in a circle, Like an old fashioned wall clock.

"But you are touch-type telepaths, you can only perceive each other's thoughts when you touch the heart-well, the fusion point of the mind. Don't try to lie to me, I checked." The boy stared at his decoration and re-arrangement, "So, why?"

"I think you will find the answer in the future." The corner of the Vulcan's mouth curled into a very subtle arc, which disappeared in a flash.He pushed the plate over. "Taste, Jim."

The child's appeal is all captured by the small and delicate desserts.He forgot to keep grilling the telepathic context, and didn't see the momentary emotion in Spock's eyes.Vulcans' ability to learn is indeed amazing, the first attempt is absolutely delicious, the sweet but not greasy crispy taste is jumping on the tip of the tongue, Jim picked up a piece across the table and raised his hands to Spock's mouth: "Here piece?"

"There's chocolate."

"Only a little bit."

"That's why Vulcans don't have dessert habits. Most sweets have chocolate in them."

"Well, if you insist." Jim didn't push him. "So sorry for you—dessert is the treasure of the world."

"Speaking of Christmas trees," Spock watched the child quickly finish off the few remaining small sock cookies, and glanced out the window at the dark night, "there's going to be a Caucasus fir waiting for us to decorate."

"Really?" the kid slurred his mouth full of food, followed Spock's gaze and turned to look out the window, seeing nothing, "but I didn't see a Christmas tree at home." He gestured indiscriminately, "Is it a mi—yours?"

And Spock just reaches up and wipes the residue off his cheek.

20. [Spirk] Lllawarra Flame Tree

Jim knows that holding hands is a very private thing for a Vulcan, so he just tugged at the hem of his coat, carrying a bucket full of ornaments, and followed Spock into the courtyard through the back door.There's no moon or starlight tonight, and when they shut the door, the lights in the room are all off, and it's dark in here, and the boy clutches the corner of his clothes in his hand, leaning back behind Spock.

Spock stopped suddenly, crouched down to flip some switch under Jim's questioning gaze and—the whole yard lit up with that central light source.The child's eyes widened, and he looked in surprise at the tall fir tree standing not far away, it was taller than Spock, as solemn as the place where it belonged, it had been pruned very beautifully, and it was dazzling green in winter, Small sparkling bulbs are densely entwined from top to bottom, but they are warm and radiant in the cold night.

"Wow..." the child exclaimed, loosened the adult's clothes and walked forward, looking up at the tall tree, "It's so beautiful." He made a gesture, "It's beautiful without any decorations .”

"It would be nicer with a little decoration." Spock walked over to him with his hands behind his back, stopping to admire the fruits of his afternoon's labor.As Jim said, it stretches itself beautifully.It's not Christmassy enough though.

The boy dragged the previous bucket under the shining tree, dug out the rattan, the bell, and the Christmas stocking all at once, picked up one of the stickers of reindeer and sleigh, and began to assign tasks on the highest place he could get: "Above here You're in charge, Spock, I'll do it next. Ki