Star Trek

He piled them all up on the shoe rack, and said softly to the empty house, "I'm back", but as expected, there was no answer.

It was the same when we were on the side of the road before, no one passed by, no one answered, and he was left alone waiting for the rain to stop.He thought for a moment of the kind man who had brought him home, he remembered his voice, he imagined what his hair and eyes would have been like.But he couldn't imagine it.

Dim light leaked from a half-hidden door.He was submerged in the boundless darkness, holding the key in his hand and walking towards that room.

He had a dream.

In the dream, there was a low wall with a thick bush of thorns in the corner.He was sitting on the wall swinging his legs, the evening breeze was lingering, and the moon was above his head.Someone was talking to him from below, but unfortunately it was against the light, so he couldn't see or hear him clearly.

The man stepped through the thornbushes and held out his hand and offered him something.He bent down to take it, and his fingertips ran across his warm palm.He smiled at him, then held it up to the moonlight and turned it around. It was a coin of unknown material, glowing like bronze.The surface of the coin is uneven, and a half-destroyed rose is carved with wonderful craftsmanship, half blooming wantonly, half withered and withered, even the tiniest thorns are lifelike.He held it to his chest, feeling the same temperature as the man on the coin.

Jim.

The people below the wall called him.

Jim, come down, it's time, it's time to go back.

Who is that.

Who is that?

There was a name that was about to take shape rolling on the tip of his tongue, and his vocal cords were clearly trembling, but he couldn't call it out.

Why can't he say it?

Before he could speak his question, the half-destroyed rose on the bronze coin suddenly protruded from the plane and pierced deeply into his heart, the blood—

He woke up suddenly and turned over to sit up, gasping for breath and his heart pounding.The bronze coin in the dream was not entirely imaginary, it had been pierced through a string and hung around his neck for many years.He dreamed of it again, but still couldn't remember its ins and outs, or even why it followed him.He pulled it out of his clothes and held it in the palm of his hand, counting the rhythm of his heartbeat, waiting for the crushing pain to subside gradually.The quilt was covered over the head, and the coldness of the spring night mixed with the aftereffects of sticky dreams slipped in bit by bit.It was still raining outside the window.It was getting late, the sky had already started to turn gray, and a new day had already begun, and soon Sulu would wake up, wash up, prepare breakfast, and then go to class.

He hugged his knees, his eye sockets were sore, his headache was splitting, and he still couldn't find the missing pieces of the puzzle.

Six years.

35. 【Spirk/Chulu】Lonely Festival

Kirk knew that Sulu was a very active young man, but he didn't expect his action to be so straightforward; he wanted to find out whether his genius boy's affection for the professor was one-way or two-way, so he simply put Spock and Chekov together. Please come to the house for a meal, and Kirk must be there.

It's like a delicate foursome date. Kirk thinks, although he is really satisfied with Sulu's craftsmanship—sweeping the flavors of the seven continents, familiar with all major cuisines, knowing Italian desserts and roadside pancakes, definitely a good man at home, Chekov must not miss it—but These can't offset the weird feeling of this thing.So are the brain circuits of today's young people so straightforward in dealing with things?

Of course, Sulu didn't ask for his opinion on this matter, it was just a notification.

"Professor Spock and Pasha will be over for dinner the night after tomorrow. I know you're not on duty that night." Sulu stood in front of him, clapping his hands on the computer table, eyes burning, "You can't escape."

Why would someone be able to make a dinner invitation sound like a wanted warrant? Kirk scratched his hair in disgust. "Why should I stay? I had a lot of good time..."

"If your good time means picking up girls in bars and not treating them sincerely," Sulu snorted contemptuously, "then you might as well help your brother solve a lifelong event."

Kirk hadn't noticed before that the guy was also a good teller of bad jokes: paired with his deadpan face, it worked just fine. "Did I mention Uhura to you?"

"I said it." Sulu carefully thought about everything related to this name, "but you can't be sure, can you?" He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered and cast a small shadow, he was only 22 years old, not out of school, late She is a complete novice, a child who is really worried about love, "I really... like Pasha."

Play the emotional card? Kirk throws up his hands in surrender, well, this kid has figured out his temper: he can't stand this kind of thing-it will lose every time.

He can understand that Sulu's good intentions do not mean that he can really adapt to the current atmosphere.Sitting on a solid wooden chair with a rather mechanical aesthetic, he couldn't help rubbing the creases on the creamy coffee-colored houndstooth tablecloth back and forth with his fingers. Sulu took care of his poor allergies by removing the hyacinths in the vase on the table and replacing them with a cluster of dried gypsophila flowers. Kirk was thankful that their fluffy and dainty shape could block the view for a while—to be precise, block the gaze from the opposite side.

Sulu was still busy in the kitchen, in other words, he was the only one left facing these two guests who only met once or a few times. Chekov is alright, the young boy is sincere and happy, and like an old friend he has known for many years, he shakes off all the interesting things at school, [-]% to [-]% are related to Spock (Kirk finally understands Sulu's worry) Come on, the kid admired his mentor a little too much), bright blue eyes with a perpetual soft smile.

Spock…Spock was probably the other extreme of Chekov.He was like a piece of black, frigid ice, his eyes were warm caramel color, but they were unfathomable and elusive.If Sulu had been anything but serious, this one was a deadpan robot—and Kirk wondered if maybe he was, given how perfect he was (in Sulu's and Chekov's descriptions).The developer must have forgotten to input emotion and emoticon commands for him.

Spock's gaze fell on him the entire time.

When he said "always," he meant that Spock's eyes barely moved from him.Except for those moments when he bowed his head, Spock just watched him silently.The sight sent hairs down Kirk's spine - well, he knew he was hot, but had he really wondered if his attraction had developed to the point of a magnet?

Why does he keep looking at him?

But Spock's gaze is different from those girls and boys who usually want to fuck him and be fucked by him. There is no sex in the dark pupils, it contains too many things, as deep as mountains and as deep as seas, invisible hands clenched His heart was tightened all the way to the nerve endings, he couldn't distinguish clearly, his breathing was difficult, and he couldn't escape.

He just looked at him like that.

Kirk knew for the first time that the sight alone could sting.

Kirk figured he'd have to change the situation, before he actually thought of running away and did it.He put down his fork, resisted hesitant timidity and met Spock's gaze directly: "I wonder what hobbies Mr. Spock usually has?"

Sulu came back just at this time, he took off his apron and draped it over the back of the chair, thinking about the situation and sat down next to Kirk, opposite Chekov.

Spock said, in a nice voice, "In my spare time I like reading, meditation, and horseback riding."

Chekov wowed: "The professor always likes some noble sports!"

Sulu interrupted: "Don't you spend time with your girlfriend?" After that, he exchanged a look with Kirk.

"Girlfriend?" Spock repeated the word darkly and eerily, as if hearing it for the first time.He finally looked away from Kirk and glanced at the questioner, "I don't… I don't have a girlfriend."

Kirk clearly saw Sulu's expression jumping for joy, and the latter asked cautiously, "The professor hasn't married yet?"

"…not." Spock looked away from Sulu, keeping his eyes on Kirk as he said this.They were originally brown, but now they were a darker black. Spock said every word, loudly: "—I'm still single."

Inexplicable embarrassment and silence suddenly enveloped them. Chekov's eyes darted back and forth in front of them, wondering if these questions were offensive to the deeply private professor, not knowing what to say.There was a ding sound from the kitchen at the right time, and Sulu's eyes lit up for such an appropriate excuse to escape: "The apple pie is ready, I'll go get it." He stood up in a hurry and almost poured the glass in hand, and Chekov quickly held it up. Hold it, wiped his mouth with a napkin and followed quickly: "—I'll help you!"

He cursed that kid Sulu in his mind for leaving the mess to himself. Sulu and Chekov must have caught on to Spock's extreme attention to himself early on, and they could have helped him with the embarrassment, but the young men chose to avoid it.

All right.His brain is running at high speed: adult affairs should be solved in adult ways, and he can't count on two