Spock’s Opinion(?)
Jim rubbed his forehead as he walked down the streets. His family had already been chaotic enough before George/Thor came back, spewing unbelievable tales. It was hard to accept that that really was his father and a person from mythology. Jim was hesitant to call his father Thor even if it was the man’s real name.
He sighed again. He was doing that a lot lately. Shaking his head, Jim decided it was best to get an outside opinion. Maybe Spock could help?
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Jim glanced at the clock as he set up the chessboard. He and Spock had agreed to meet up after lunch for a game or two. Though he enjoyed the game, Jim was more interested in the man he was playing against.
After the events of Khan and his death, Jim realized, after many drunken consultations with Bones, he held more than feelings of friendship for his first officer. He was unsure how they developed and was annoyed as they became stronger. He couldn’t have done anything about it anyhow; Spock and Uhura had been dating at the time.
Jim had turned to alcohol to numb his heart and found Scotty had been doing the same. They decided to drink together, seeing as they loved two people in the same relationship. Bones had joined them a month or so before Krall once he had realized his affection and attraction for Chekov.
Now, Bones was just beginning a relationship with Chekov, and Spock and Uhura had split. It was a surprising split considering they had been dating for so long, but it was welcomed by Jim and Scotty nonetheless. Both men had been testing the waters with how far they could take their advances. Scotty surmised Uhura was doing the same.
Jim was happy that they were so close to going on an actual date. But he felt a ping of sadness when he thought about his friends’ relationship. So far, Spock hadn’t shone many signs of romantic feelings towards Jim. But at least they were spending more time together.
Banishing those thoughts from his mind, Jim finished the chessboard and headed into his kitchen. He had made a Vulcan tea for the both of them. When he had first tried it, Jim was surprised to find he liked it. So now he would make a pot for each chess games.
Just as Jim was setting the pot and cups down on the table, there was a knock at his door. He walked over to the door and opened it, smiling at the Vulcan.
“Hey, Spock. Come on in. Everything’s already set up.”
Spock headed over to the table and Jim followed. They got themselves settled and began their game.
They shared a bit of small talk, inquiring about each other’s wellness and work. It was choppy conversation, unlike usual. Jim chalked that up to the fact that his mind kept wandering to his family. Chess had always made him think, if even it wasn’t on the game.
”Are you alright, Jim?”
At Spock’s question, Jim looked up at him at little startled.
“I’m fine.”
”’Fine’ has a variant definition.”
Jim was quiet as he moved his knight and watched Spock make his next move. He wasn’t sure how to explain everything or if he should.
”Jim?”
He hesitated. “During the thunderstorm last night a man appeared at Starfleet HQ. He was taken to the precinct because he was claiming to be George Kirk. It turns out, he his George Kirk. But not.”
Spock titled his head curiously. “What do you mean?”
”He says he has another identity... h- ... I think it would be best if you meet him and he can explain it himself.”
”Agreed,” Spock stated. “Your father coming back from the dead is... interesting. If it is applicable, after our game I could speak with George Kirk?”
“Sure, Spock. We just gotta find him."