Star Trek

It's brand new.For him, the dermal regeneration device is more like a magic sword than any other tissue regeneration device, as long as the external scar is invisible, it doesn't matter how painful it is inside.While erasing the wounds and bruises on his skin, it was as if erasing his thoughts of ignoring life and simply destroying in the midst of the struggle.As long as he can't see the scars left behind, he can re-offend without scruple, and re-offend until one day he accidentally takes his life.He doesn't want to see it because he chooses to forget.

But now he wants to remember.

He still wants to... live well.Because of Spock.Because of himself.

That was the first time he considered talking to a therapist about his self-destructive tendencies.

The waters of Capole Bay are turquoise.It's green because it's really... green, a soft blanket that stretches as far as the eye can see, less jagged than a grassland and more grand than a forest, it looks like a Vulcan sprawls into a rage The bright color at the base of the ear.

The seabirds circling back and forth are red. If you have to say it, the picture looks like red flowers blooming on green leaves.

However, no matter whether the sea water is blue or green, it is the same dark color with bright spots at night.After feasting on traditional delicacies such as lemon-basil roast chicken and snails baked in targin red wine, Kirk and Spock were treated to a special treat at the hotel: each holding a huge coconut-like fruit that looked like the earth, and it tasted A hundred times more delicious than coconut water.Although the plant is scattered around the bay, it is a protected species on this small island, and only the honored and lucky guests will be able to taste it.

"Do you think we belong to the noble ones, or the lucky ones?"

"I deduce it's a bit of both."

This unknown Kirk tree is so huge that it needs three or five adults to hug it, and when it falls down, it becomes a natural seat.After dinner they sat there looking out to sea.

Even though it is not outstanding here, it is still a good place for vacation. Tourists in twos and threes are scattered on the edge of the bay, and the brightness they bring winds into a band of light in the dark night.Even in such a strange chair, Spock sat perfectly still, his back straight, his legs hanging naturally, and his hands clasped on his lap. Kirk bent his knees, found a comfortable position for a long time and finally gave up, and simply hooked Vulcan's fingers and leaned against his shoulder.

The hotel they lived in was hidden in the jungle behind them, and the bud-shaped speaker at the door was playing a song, probably a local folk song, and the people nearby were following in a low voice, using the ancient and complicated language of the island.The melody is soft and light, flying into the clouds.

"...my lover is close by, my lover is salvation, and salvation is like heaven..."

Spock hummed in his ear against the darkening night sky, in sync with Vulcan. Kirk couldn't understand the original language of the ballad, but Vulcan was no longer a problem, and he let their knuckles rub against each other, and smiled absently: "You understand the lyrics?"

Spock didn't speak, but pointed to his ear.They were all fitted with a semi-implanted micro-translator there.

"You're cheating, Mister Almighty."

"I had a great mentor."

"What did your teacher teach you?"

"Not all shortcuts are shameful."

"for example?"

"For example, let Mr. Scott change a small parameter of the plasma delivery device, thus saving a lot of time that would otherwise be delayed on the road."

"anything else?"

"And this one, taught me the original language of praise in different places. Very useful." Spock tapped the place of the implant, "'My love is on my heart, this place is the carol, and you are the treasure' -T 'hy'la."

Kirk is extremely satisfied with his active learning and application, and is also pleased with the superb love talk skills of the seemingly dull Vulcans, squinting his eyes to feel the cool, salty sea breeze passing by them: "The effect Excellent, Commander."

Spock hooked his index finger a little tighter. "Thanks for the compliment, Captain."

For a long time Kirk hated night and sleep, and when the light faded from view, nightmares and fears replaced it.He tells himself every night that he's the top officer of a ship with hundreds of people, which means he can't have PTSD-these bloody diseases are obviously not for a captain, he really doesn't have that much time. Deal with these ethereal psychological symptoms.

He didn't let anyone know about it, not even McCoy.He stole some medications to aid his mental illness from the medical port, and drank them like jelly beans when he was so agitated that he couldn't keep his hands still.

Of course these undocumented reductions were easy to spot, and Kirk didn't even hide it for a month. Kirk thinks he'll probably never see McCoy this angry in his life—he's not yelling, he's not grimacing, but he's quiet, eerily quiet, like a volcano that dies before it erupts.In the end, McCoy chose a temporary and root-cause method, making a phone call to New Vulcan, and calling their first mate, who was on vacation to visit relatives.

Then, Spock returned to the Enterprise.Kirk showed up with barely any delay - he looked angrier than McCoy - a hundred times more.His face was calm, as calm as the fission sky before the tsunami was approaching.The captain of the Constitution-class ship was like a child who made a mistake in front of him at the moment, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was broken: "Spock...?"

He awoke from a dark sleep, stepped out of the messy bed, the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed caught him and sent him staggering to the floor, and Spock relented almost immediately.

Spock crouched down in front of him, the heat that hadn't been there for a long time covering his shoulders through the thin fabric. Spock looks at him, caramel eyes so sad in the dim light.

"Why didn't you tell me, ashayam?"

Kirk didn't know how to answer, Spock was like an afterimage or hallucination in front of him.His temples screamed and his eyes dimmed, the nightmare haunted from his fingertips into the depths of his memory, the death, the blood, the harsh cries, the hand stretched out and loose...they couldn't be dispelled.No matter how hard you drive, you can't drive away.

They had an intense and long sex that night, and in the end he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his eyelids, and finally fell asleep drowsily.In the dimness, someone's arms have been holding him tightly and firmly in his arms. It has been a long time since he has experienced such a peaceful, dark and sweet sleep, without a dream all night.

Since then he no longer sleeps alone, no longer alone.He has Spock, a light on the open sea. Spock assures him that he'll be there, driving away all the darkness and cold alone.

Spock has always been an organized person, and Kirk never has to think about travel plans when he's with him.They're still on the big rotten tree, but Spock is sitting and Kirk is lying down.There are white sands under your feet, the sea in the distance, and stars hanging above your head.

Nice and quiet place. Kirk sighed.

Soon there was another voice in my head: /Jim, are you sleepy? /

Kirk sighed again, and twisted to adjust his position, the bark was uncomfortable, but he couldn't bear to leave.He looked up at the guy. "You know, Spock, you're right next to me, you can just ask me."

Spock brushes his hair lightly (yes, Kirk is lying on Vulcan's lap), showing a subtle expression that can be called sly: "It's hard to say, but I have to admit, I enjoy you and me like this." ...a more intimate form of communication."

The corners of Kirk's mouth curled up, knowing how crazy his lover was about linking things.The Vulcan fingers are simply magical, and the gentle scalp massage takes away most of his tiredness, which makes him close his eyes comfortably: "In case you were wondering - yes, I enjoy you too... in my in."

And Spock just raised his eyebrows at the dirty joke, "So do you need to go back to your room?"

Kirk turned sideways, resting his left hand under his cheek, palm facing Spock's trousers.On one side is the ever-warm body temperature of a Vulcan, and on the other side is the cool sea breeze blowing on his face. Two completely different temperatures are intertwined. Spock always feels safe in a place.

He likes it, it's just...the two of them.No starships, no 400+ crew members for him to dispatch (but that doesn't mean he doesn't love them), no diplomatic incidents, no faces from Federation HQ, no wars, no life and death, no one even knows them.

He loves this feeling.

A little bit of fishing fire in the distance is reflected on the sea surface, and the evening wind blows over the ripples, and those light spots shatter, like stars falling into the water.It's hard not to relax at such a gentle picture, Kirk looked at it, and the sleepiness slowly spread to the upper eyelids like a tide.He rolls over to face Spock's belly, yawns, and buries his face in the soft fabric.

"Ummm, Spock...you, do you want to raise a...kid?" His consciousness began to uncontrollable, getting lighter and lighter, floating in the clouds.

"Ok?"