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Title: The Deeds of Men Are Not Forgotten
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Pre-slash OT3 if you squint
Rating: Adult concepts? IDEK at this point
Summary: Spock's captain eats for comfort. But that, as is true of so many things, is not as simple as it first appears.
Word count: ~3,000
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: Yes!
Author's Note: I don't know, y'all, I'm supposed to be working on kink_bingo squares. But I was driving to work this morning when the germ of this sprouted and it kind of grew a lot larger and faster than I expected it to. Thus, this is unbetaed. But it says a lot to me about the way we form families - the family we choose - and the way we let other people in close so I wanted to go ahead and post it before I chickened out.
Spock's captain is a comfort eater.
Spock sits quietly at the table as Jim pushes back from his empty plate. The odor of cooked meat had nearly turned Spock's stomach but he had shown no outward sign as Jim consumed the fried chicken, using his fingers until they were shiny with grease. The chicken had been accompanied by pie and French fries and a strange conglomerate Jim had called hash, another meat product. There had been other foods, uniformly high in calories and fat, piled until Jim's plate was heaped with far more than the captain usually consumed in the course of an ordinary meal. Though there had been other evidence that this was not an ordinary meal by any means.
There had been few vegetables but Leonard had remained strangely wordless on the subject, his habitual berating silenced, not a single snide remark recommending Jim eat a salad for the sake of bowel regularity. Even now, Leonard sits distant on the couch, rolling an empty glass between his palms. The glass had contained nothing but water which was, in and of itself, a unique occurrence in Spock's memory.
( Spock's captain is a comfort eater and intellectually Spock is capable of understanding the impetus behind such behavior. )
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Pre-slash OT3 if you squint
Rating: Adult concepts? IDEK at this point
Summary: Spock's captain eats for comfort. But that, as is true of so many things, is not as simple as it first appears.
Word count: ~3,000
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: Yes!
Author's Note: I don't know, y'all, I'm supposed to be working on kink_bingo squares. But I was driving to work this morning when the germ of this sprouted and it kind of grew a lot larger and faster than I expected it to. Thus, this is unbetaed. But it says a lot to me about the way we form families - the family we choose - and the way we let other people in close so I wanted to go ahead and post it before I chickened out.
Spock's captain is a comfort eater.
Spock sits quietly at the table as Jim pushes back from his empty plate. The odor of cooked meat had nearly turned Spock's stomach but he had shown no outward sign as Jim consumed the fried chicken, using his fingers until they were shiny with grease. The chicken had been accompanied by pie and French fries and a strange conglomerate Jim had called hash, another meat product. There had been other foods, uniformly high in calories and fat, piled until Jim's plate was heaped with far more than the captain usually consumed in the course of an ordinary meal. Though there had been other evidence that this was not an ordinary meal by any means.
There had been few vegetables but Leonard had remained strangely wordless on the subject, his habitual berating silenced, not a single snide remark recommending Jim eat a salad for the sake of bowel regularity. Even now, Leonard sits distant on the couch, rolling an empty glass between his palms. The glass had contained nothing but water which was, in and of itself, a unique occurrence in Spock's memory.
( Spock's captain is a comfort eater and intellectually Spock is capable of understanding the impetus behind such behavior. )
