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Will You Be My Fake Boyfriend?

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Stardate 2258.108

Jim stared at himself in the large mirror. He was in a dressing room at a regal looking event hall in ShiKahr. He turned from one side to the next and admired himself before sighing.

“I am not a woman,” Jim said. “I’m a man…the groom, not the bride.” Jim cocked his head to the side and ran his fingers along the soft, silky fabric of the white wedding robe. “Alright, I do look good. Very handsome and quite pretty.”

The robe was a lighter fabric then Jim’s other formal robe. It was more like a tunic than robe, which Jim didn’t mind. The bottom of the tunic came almost to his knees and he had matching white pants on underneath. There were intricate gold patterns stitched along the fabric.

Jim smiled at himself. “Yeah, I’m pretty.”

“Oh, so pretty.”

Jim laughed lightly as his mother appeared over his shoulder in the mirror. “Thanks. There better not be a veil with this because if there is one…”

She stood at his side. “No veil. You are not a bride.”

“Damn straight.”

Jim admired his mother’s mother-of-the groom outfit—a simple floral dress that went with it being spring on Vulcan which turned out to be hotter than summer on Earth.

“I still can’t believe you’re getting married,” Winona Kirk said. “Seems like it was yesterday you were jumping off the roof with an umbrella to see if you could float down to the ground.”

“I wasn’t the brightest kid.”

“Eh, you had your moments.” She walked around and stood in front of him. She stared to fuss with the buttons on the top. “You look so much like your father.”

Jim nodded.

“He would be so proud of you. Of everything you’ve accomplished. Graduating top of your class from Starfleet, becoming the youngest Captain in the fleet, and saving Vulcan from that mad Romulan who took your father…”

“Mom,” Jim interrupted. He took her hands in his and kissed her forehead.

She smiled up at him. “You make a beautiful groom, sweetie.”

Jim groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, he does,” a voice came from the door way.

Jim let go of his mother’s hands and look at Pike. “Hey, wheels.”

“Shut up, kid,” Pike replied before maneuvering his wheelchair into the room. “I’ll take back my ship.”

“My ship,” Jim countered. “I’ve already reprogrammed the ship’s computers to listen to me, not you.”

“Brat,” Pike said before smiling up at Jim. “I honestly did not think I’d ever see you get married. Not with how we first met.”

“Yeah, bloody and drooling on a bar floor doesn’t scream future husband to a Vulcan, does it?”

“Doesn’t scream future husband to anyone, actually,” his mother added. He patted him on the shoulder.

Jim nodded in agreement.

“The service is about to start,” Pike said.

“Yes, we need to find our seats.” Winona walked next to Pike as he maneuvered back to the door to leave.

“Don’t I need to escort the bride down the aisle?” Pike asked as they left the room.

“I’m not a bride!” Jim called out.

“No, you are not,” Amanda came into the room and said. “You are one of the grooms.” She stopped before him and looked him over. “A very pretty groom dressed all in white.”

“Spock’s wearing white, too, isn’t he?” Jim asked. “You told me he’s wearing white.”

Amanda smiled innocently. “I did?”

Are you wearing white? Jim asked his mate, who was getting ready in another room.

Negative, Spock replied. I am wearing black with gold embellishments.”


Jim narrowed his eyes at his soon-to-be mother-in-law. “He’s wearing black.”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“No grandkids.”

She huffed and shook her head before fiddling with the buttons on his tunic top. “I’m so glad this is happening. My baby is marrying you.”

“I’m glad it’s happening as well. How many guests are out there?”

“Not that many,” Sarek entered the room and said. “Spock’s whole family makes up one side of the hall.”

“And the other?” Jim asked.

“Your family and friends, and…” Sarek trailed off in a mumble.


“The whole hall is full,” Amanda spoke.

“The hall that could fit up to two thousand people,” Jim said. “is full?”

Amanda and Sarek nodded.

Jim sighed, “Oh boy.” He turned and walked over to a chair and sat down. “I thought family only?”

“Yes, but that was before the incident,” Sarek said.

“The incident where the whole planet was nearly destroyed?”

“Yes. Now many Vulcans and other federation members wished to be here to celebrate Captain Kirk’s wedding to Commander Spock.”

Jim merely nodded. Sarek and Amanda exchanged a look before leaving the room. Jim leaned forward and rested his head in his hands.

Two thousand people.

“I am aware.”

Jim looked up at Spock who had just entered the room. “Two thousand people.”

“My family,” Spock sighed.

Jim stood up and looked over Spock. Spock was in a black tunic outfit with gold designs stitched along the fabric matching Jim’s. “Wow, you look good.” Jim stepped closer and placed his hands on Spock’s chest. “Damn good. Care to jump right to the wedding night right now?”

“As tempting as that is, ashayam,” Spock took Jim’s hands in his. “We cannot.”

Jim leaned forward and rested his forehead against Spock’s. “I thought we’d have a small wedding. Just family and friends.”

“I know, but to be fair, most of the two thousand guests are my human and Vulcan family members.”

Jim snorted. “Yeah, you do have a huge ass family.”

“Indeed. At least I managed to talk my family into not televising the wedding.”

“That’s a relief.” Jim rubbed his nose against Spock’s. “At least we’re already bonded.”

Yes, bonded, Spock replied through their shared bond. It lit up between them and sent sparks through both their heads.

“You do make a beautiful bride,” Spock admitted.

“I want a divorce,” Jim said pulling away.


“Yes, because I am not a bride.”

“Beautiful groom,” Spock tried.

Jim chuckled. “Still want a divorce.”


“Maybe older you would marry me instead.”

Spock growled.

“He is a handsome guy and I’m sure he wouldn’t call me a bride.”

Spock growled again. “He is not me and he is not handsome.”

“He’s a handsome older you,” Jim said with a grin. “I do love those big brown eyes.”

Spock growled once more before pulling Jim to him. “No, you are mine. No one else’s.”

Jim rubbed his nose against Spock’s again before pecking him on the lips.

“No kissing,” a small voice came from near them. They both turned their heads and looked down to see Selden standing there. The now four-year-old was their ring bearer and dressed in an adorable black robe. “It is not time to kiss.”

Jim leaned down and pecked the boy on the cheek before standing back up. The boy’s face turned a light green.

“Hey, what’s the hold up?” Joanna came into the room and said. The seven-year-old flower girl held up her basket of fake flower petals. “I gotta get rid of these.”

Jim rolled his eyes and moved away from them all. “Dammit, I am not the bride! We didn’t need a flower girl and I shouldn’t be walking down the aisle in white.”

“Auntie Jim is weird,” Joanna said to Spock.

Bones entered the room and stood next to his daughter. Jim’s best man arched a brow at seeing Jim in the corner. “What’s he sulking about?”

“He’s a pretty princess bride,” Joanna said.

“No, I’m not!” Jim fussed.

Selden stepped closer to Joanna and then grabbed her wrist. “Mine.”

Bones looked down. Joanna said ‘ew, a boy’ and pulled her hand away. “Good girl,” Bones said before leading her out of the room. “Five minutes, Jim!” he called back.

“Are you sure we can’t run away?” Jim turned back to Spock and asked.

“We would be found,” Spock replied.

“Yes, and mom would blame me for some reason,” Sam said from the doorway. He and Jim had started talking a year previous and managed to get on better terms with each other. It wasn’t completely better but they were working on it. Sam’s three-year-old son Peter was standing beside his father in a cute little tux. He was to be the other ring-bearer but had trouble keeping his attention on task so now he was just a guest.

“Well the note I would leave would blame you so that makes sense,” Jim teased.

“Smartass,” Sam countered. “Everyone is ready to start. Just waiting for Spock to take his place.”

“No. Spock and I are walking down the aisle together,” Jim said. When Sam opened his mouth to counter Jim fixed him with a look. Sam smiled and nodded.

“I will let everyone know then.”

“Thank you,” Spock told him.

Selden walked over to Peter and took his wrist. “Mine.” He then led the boy away and out of the room.

Sam watched them then looked back to Jim and Spock. “Should I be worried about that?”

“Unknown,” Spock replied. “It could be a phase…or not.”

Sam nodded slowly. “Alright.” Sam then turned and left the room, leaving Jim and Spock alone again.

Jim walked over to Spock and took his hand. “Ready to get married, Spock?”

“I have been ready to marry you since the day we met,” Spock replied. He raised their hands and kissed Jim’s knuckles.

“Seriously?” Jim asked with a surprised expression.

Spock kissed his knuckles again. “Well, perhaps not the day we met, but the second day we met.”

Jim chuckled and leaned closer into Spock. “Which was three months later.”

“Indeed, it was.” Spock let go of Jim’s hands and wrapped them around his mate. “Are you ready to get married, Jim?”

Jim kissed Spock on the lips. Yes.


Several Months Later

Jim’s eyes snapped open.  He breathed in and out for a few moments before staring up at the ceiling and realizing where he was.

Hospital? Fuck, what the hell…oh…oh shit. Spock? Spock are you there? But Jim was met with nothing—not even an inkling of their bond.  Jim blinked a few times and found Bones standing next to the biobed he was in.

Bones looked back at him, relief evident on his face. “Glad to see you’re back with the living,” Bones said, running a tricorder over Jim’s head.

“Wha…” Jim croaked out, his mouth dry.

“Here, ashayam,” Jim heard.  Jim turned and found Spock standing on the other side of the biobed, holding a cup of water with a straw. Jim’s eyes lit up and he tried reaching out through their bond but quickly realized it wasn’t there anyone. He winced at the uncomfortableness of being alone in his head.

“Jim, drink,” Spock said, holding the straw to Jim’s mouth.

Jim nodded and took in several big gulps of the water before releasing the straw.  “What happened?” Jim asked again, his voice better.

“You were barely dead, that’s what happened,” Bones said as Spock placed a hand over Jim’s.  It tingled where they touched and Jim relished in it. Their bond wanted to be reestablished.

Are you hurting? Jim asked.

Spock nodded. “You died.”

“Barely dead,” Bones spoke again.

“I died,” Jim said. “But I didn’t?”

“Barely died, but you still had some minor brain activity,” Bones told him, placing the tricorder down. “We put your butt into a cryotube for a bit until Spock delivered Khan and his blood to me to do a transfusion.”

“Khan’s blood has regenerating properties,” Spock said, stroking the back of Jim’s hand with his thumb. “It took two weeks but now you are back to us.”

Jim blinked and took in what his husband and best friend just said. “Transfusion.”

“Your cells were heavily irradiated. We had no choice.”

“Khan’s blood.”

Bones nodded. “I synthesized a serum from his superblood.” Bones then leaned down close to Jim. “You feeling crazy or homicidal? Power mad?”

Jim smiled. “No more than usual.” Jim looked to Spock and licked his lips again. “You caught him?”

“I did,” Spock said a little proudly. “I was going to kill him for taking you from me, but Nyota said he was the key to saving you—to bringing you back so I severely harmed him."

“My hero,” Jim said. “But our bond. It’s broken”

Spock looked to Bones and arched a brow.

Bones sighed. “Fine, I’ll give you a few minutes alone.  Just a few though. No funny business. I mean it. Jim has awhile to go to heal before any funny business can happen.”

“Damn, you always take the fun out of everything,” Jim chuckled weakly.

Bones lightly patted Jim’s other arm.  “I’m glad your back, Jim. Don’t die again.”  Bones smiled then turned and left the room, giving Spock and Jim there alone time.

Before Jim could ask Spock anything else, the Vulcan carefully climbed onto the bed and laid on his side beside Jim.  Spock pressed his face into Jim’s neck and gently put an arm around his middle. Jim moved one of his arms around Spock’s back and rubbed up and down.

“Our bond broke didn’t it?” Jim asked, feeling something wet against his neck. 

“Yes,” Spock breathed out. 

“It doesn’t feel right.”

“It hurts,” Spock sniffled, rubbed his face into Jim’s neck and breathing in his mate’s sweet scent.

“It’s okay,” Jim assured him. “I’m here. I’m okay now.”

Spock adjusted himself on the bed, moving his head away from Jim’s neck and propping himself up on his elbow to look down at his mate.  Jim stared up at him. He raised a hand to Spock’s cheek and used his thumb to wipe away the tears.

“Can you put the bond back?”

“Yes,” Spock told him. “I will soon.”

“Can’t you do it now?”

Spock kissed Jim’s forehead. “You need to rest more and recuperate.”

“Putting the bond back will help me recuperate,” Jim replied.

“You are incorrigible,” Spock said before placing his fingers to Jim’s meld points. “My mind to your mind…” As soon as Spock pushed in, their minds reached out and immediately joined together once again. The damaged ends repairing themselves and send calming, soothing waves between them.

Both sighed in relief and clutched each other. Spock ended the meld, the bond staying firmly in place and shimmering. Jim grabbed Spock but the collar and pulled him down for a kiss.

“I said no funny business!” Bones fussed from the doorway.

Spock pulled back and growled before kissing Jim’s cheek and getting off the biobed. Jim leaned his head back against the pillow, his eyes getting heavy.

“I’m a bit tired,” Jim admitted.

“Get some rest, Jim,” Bones told him. “You’re going to be weak for a while so resting is good.”

Jim’s eyes flutter closed as he felt Spock kiss his temple. “Rest, ashayam. I will be here when you wake up again as will the whole family.”

Jim’s eyes snapped open. “What? Are they all here? Oh god. I love them but if they are all…”

“They are not here at the hospital,” Spock told him. “But once they know you are awake, they will be here as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, clogging up the waiting room,” Bones muttered.

Spock kissed Jim again and manipulated their bond so Jim would go back to sleep. Once Jim was out Spock stepped back and looked to Bones.

“You and your lying,” Bones said.

Spock arched a brow before leaving Jim’s room. He walked down the hall and poked his head into another room. Chris was sitting up in the biobed reading a PADD. Winona sat on the chair next to him, reading a book. They looked up when Spock knocked on the doorway.

“He has awoken,” Spock said.

Winona teared up slightly and nodded. “Oh, thank god.”

“How is he feeling?” Chris asked.

“Tired. He has gone back to sleep for the time being but should wake up again soon.”

“Thank you,” Winona said. “I’ll go visit him later.”

Spock nodded and left the room. He walked further down the hallway and entered the waiting room where most of his Vulcan and human family and even some of their friends were milling about. They had come for a few hours each day over the past few weeks, waiting for any news on Jim.

They all looked up at Spock.

“He is awake,” Spock said. A wave of relieved sighs went around the room. “He still needs his rest so I recommend…”

Amanda stepped forward and handed Spock a piece of paper. “We’ve already come up with a visitation schedule that won’t be overwhelming for Jim.”

Spock blinked and looked at the paper. “Oh. Good.”


Four Years Later

Jim walked with Spock and Bones down a hall in one of the Starfleet buildings on Yorktown. Jim held Spock’s hand and squeezed. “We have some time before the ship will be ready again.”

“As your first officer, I am aware,” Spock replied.

“I’d like to go to Vulcan,” Jim said, looking at Spock as they walked. “I know he didn’t want a fuss over a funeral but…”

“The family has been making arrangements,” Spock interrupted. “A funeral is scheduled for next week. We leave in two days for Vulcan.”

Jim smiled. “What would I do without you?”

“Probably get sucked into space and immediately die,” Bones commented.

“Indeed,” Spock agreed. He stopped and turned Jim to face him. Bones stopped and looked back at them. Spock raised a hand to Jim’s cheek. “I really wish you would allow Leonard to heal your black eye.”

“It’s my birthday, I can have a black eye if I want.”

“Your birthday was yesterday.”

Jim grinned. “I know, but we spent all day in bed.”

“Don’t need to know what y’all did yesterday,” Bones said. “It was your birthday yesterday and Spock’s birthday is tomorrow so c’mon, you birthday boys.”

They continued walking down the hall.

“Where are we going?” Spock asked.

“In here,” Bones said. They turned a corner and immediately a chorus of ‘SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’ greeted them.

Jim nearly jumped back as he and Spock took in the sight of their whole crew—their space family and their friends dressed up in the large room. Jim smiled and then smiled bigger as he noticed a few more familiar faces in the room. He turned slightly and leaned his forehead against Spock’s shoulder.

“Just so you know,” Bones spoke. “I did not invite the family.”

“It’s alright,” Jim chuckled, picking his head back up. “They seem to have a sixth sense about these types of things.”

“Especially when one or both of us is injured,” Spock added.

His parents approached and Amanda immediately started fussing over Jim’s eye.

“Its fine, I assure you,” Jim said as his mother-in-law gently touched it.

“A black eye,” she sighed. She looked at Spock. “How could you let him get a black eye?”

“I did not…father,” Spock snapped before pushing down his tunic where his father had raised it to see his side injury.

“And Jim,” Sarek looked at Jim. “How could you let him get injured in such a way.”

“I saved Yorktown,” Jim countered. “And Bones,” Jim pointed to the doctor. “Bones was the one he was with when he got injured.”

Sarek eyed Bones.

Bones held his hands up and then started loudly singing, ‘Happy Birthday to you…” the rest of the group joined in and soon everyone was singing to the birthday boys.


Jim found a quiet corner in the hall after doing his rounds and talking to his friends and family. He sat down with his drink and smiled to himself.

Spock found him a few moments later and sat down next to him. He took Jim’s hand in his and held it in his lap.

“It’s been a whirlwind few days,” Jim said.

“It has.”

“I miss him.”

“As do I,” Spock agreed.

Jim leaned against Spock’s side. “At least, wherever he is now, he’s with his Jim.”

“And happy,” Spock added.

“I’m sorry I thought about taking a desk job here.”

“And I am sorry that I thought we could go to Vulcan and stay.”

“We need to talk more and have less sex to distract ourselves from what we need to talk about.”




“Or just talk more while continuing to have copious amounts of sex,” Spock said.





“Hey, Spock?”

“Yes, ashayam?”

“When this five-year mission is complete, wanna have a baby?”

“I think you…”

“Using a surrogate,” Jim quickly added before Spock could say something that would make Jim upset.

“Of course. A surrogate.”

“No baby.”

Jim and Spock turned their heads and looked behind them. Selden stood behind their couch, glaring at them.

“Hey, Selden,” Jim smiled. “How’s being nine treating you?”

“No baby,” Selden said again.

“Selden, we have talked about…” Jim was cut off when Selden climbed over the back of the couch and squeezed himself into sitting between Jim and Spock.

Spock gave Jim a look. Do something about him or I will.

Spock, he’s nine. He's no competition. 


Jim looked around and then spotted Peter across the way playing with Demora. “Oh look, Selden.” Jim pointed towards Peter and Demora. Selden’s eyes followed where Jim was pointing. The boy growled.

“Excuse me,” Selden said before standing up and walking away.

“Thank you,” Spock said.

“You do realize there is a strong chance that when he turns eighteen, he’ll try and court me,” Jim told his mate.

“I am aware,” Spock sighed. Spock then pulled out a small box from his pocket and held it out to Jim. "A birthday gift."

"You already gave me one yesterday," Jim said with a grin. 

"This is another. Open it."

Jim took the box and was about to open it when he thought of something. "Spock, if this is a Volkaya necklace or bracelet like the one Uhura has, you are sleeping on the couch until your Pon Farr."

Spock blinked then took the box back from Jim and put it back in his pocket. "I shall give you another gift later."

"Can it be me topping?"


Jim rolled his eyes. Dammit. 


Nine Years Later

Jim held his twins’ hands as they walked down the pier over the Voroth Sea.

“I’m glad the family decided to have the gathering here,” Jim said to Spock.

Spock looked at his mate and nodded. “T’Pau has several residences throughout Vulcan.”

“Well, besides the palace in Vulcana Regar, I like this one too.”

“It is not a palace,” Spock sighed.

“It is, Sa-mekh,” Selah, their daughter, looked up at Spock and said.

“It is not,” Spock told her.

“It is,” Soren, their son, spoke up.

Spock opened his mouth to argue that it was not a palace when Jim mentally nudged him through their bond.

Don’t argue with five-year-olds, Spock, Jim said. Especially ours. They are half you, half me.

Spock mentally nodded. Extra stubborn. I know.

“Daddy, we want to walk to the end,” Soren said, tugging Jim’s hand.

“Yes, the end of the pier,” Selah replied, tugging Jim’s other hand.

“Then onwards to the end,” Jim said, leading the dark-haired children down towards to the end of the pier.

Spock started to follow but a figure caught his attention out of his peripheral vision. He turned his head and saw Selden approaching. The new eighteen-year-old, had recently arrived from ShiKahr. 

Spock eyed the young Vulcan and saw that Selden’s eyes were locked onto Jim down the way. Nope.

Nope? What? Jim asked.

Spock quickly walked towards Selden, blocking his path.

“Cousin, it is good to see…”

“No,” Spock said simply.

Selden blinked then puffed out his chest. “You do not know what…”


Selden made a grumpy face. “I just want to…”

“Jim is mine. Has been for over a decade and will continue to be mine for the rest of our lives.” Spock stepped closer and growled at the young man.

Selden took a step back. “I understand but…’


“I just…”


Selden puffed his chest out once more. “I only want to…”

Spock grabbed the Vulcan up and took two steps over to the side railing and tossed him over the side. He turned and walked away, hearing a splash as Selden landed a few feet down and into the water.

When Spock found Jim and their children at the end of the pier, he sat down next to them on the bench they occupied.

“Did I see Selden down the pier?” Jim asked.


Jim glanced at Spock. “You need to stop with your lies.”

“Lying is illogical, Sa-mekh,” the twins said.

Spock looked down at them and was met back with a pair of blue eyes and a pair of brown eyes. “Yes, it is.”

The twins nodded then looked back out at the water.

Spock, you have a lying problem, Jim said.

Perhaps, but I insist that I imply more than I lie, Spock replied.

Right. If you say so. But you still have a lying problem.

Jim, had I not lied fifteen years ago, then we would not be here at this moment, Spock told him, sending him lovely feels through their bond. Nor would we have the twins.

Yeah, I suppose.

And I have never lied to you about anything important.

Jim laughed at that and nodded. “I suppose, but can you please, from now on, cool it with the fibs?”

“Yes, t’hy’la.”

“Thank you.”

Now what did you do with Selden?

Dropped him over the side railing, Spock admitted.