Once Jim left Spock's house, he found some clothes that fit, said goodbye to Nyota and nodded confusedly at Spock before heading out in the car that brought him there nearly a week before
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Joanna rushed a bit faster back to the guest quarters, and managed to get there with an hour to spare, rather than the half she'd approximated. Not sure what was the plan, she chose to wear one of the new dresses that she'd bought out with Pasha. She finally had makeup, hair things that weren't utilitarian, and all the girly things she could buy on her Ensign's salary that had been hoarded since she got here except for Christmas presents. She had a wardrobe again. It felt wonderful
She hoped that they'd had a nice time doing whatever they were doing. She never inquired about Pon Farr, and they'd never offered. It wasn't her place after all. She'd had a nice time, chatting with the old Spock for that day, before she'd headed towards a new thunderstorm. Old Spock was pretty smart, especially for an old guy. Definitely worthy of being a Spock.
Pulling her hair into a chignon and grabbed a purse and the ever present water bottle, she made her way to her Dad's quarters.
Bones shook his head at her. "Goddammit, just tell me that they managed to do it - to make it work with this damned bond to someone else between them. Tell me that this didn't completely screw them up." His hands were shaking now, and he couldn't look at her, not now.
"I can do that. Everything turned out okay. Nothing that happened left lasting impressions, except when they wanted it to. Everyone loved each other equally, and the only fighting they did lead to more me studying in the libary. They never ever went to bed angry. No one had problems reconciling and compromise was easy and rarely even needed." Jo hugged him lightly. Every single word of it was bullshit. They did go to bed angry, they did have to argue long and hard, lots of times no one went to bed happy. But they did it and they were her model for a good relationship by the end.
Bones couldn't even laugh. She was trying, and on one level he could even appreciate it, but right now, it hurt too much. He hurt too much.
Those people she described, that wasn't Jim and him. It never was easy for them, and stubborn bastards that they were, probably never would be. But he just wanted to know that they'd be okay.
"I think you should go now," he said, pulling away from the hug. This wasn't working. Wasn't what he needed.
Jo frowned, he was...wrong. She gathered her purse. "Love you Dad."
She left, staring at the door. Something really wasn't right. She debated sending a message to someone, and decided to go to the bar tonight. She wasn't sure who to send the message to. Something didn't go right obviously.
She hoped that they'd had a nice time doing whatever they were doing. She never inquired about Pon Farr, and they'd never offered. It wasn't her place after all. She'd had a nice time, chatting with the old Spock for that day, before she'd headed towards a new thunderstorm. Old Spock was pretty smart, especially for an old guy. Definitely worthy of being a Spock.
Pulling her hair into a chignon and grabbed a purse and the ever present water bottle, she made her way to her Dad's quarters.
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Those people she described, that wasn't Jim and him. It never was easy for them, and stubborn bastards that they were, probably never would be. But he just wanted to know that they'd be okay.
"I think you should go now," he said, pulling away from the hug. This wasn't working. Wasn't what he needed.
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"I'll talk to you tomorrow."
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She left, staring at the door. Something really wasn't right. She debated sending a message to someone, and decided to go to the bar tonight. She wasn't sure who to send the message to. Something didn't go right obviously.
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