AN: This is post-STB.

"Mama. Papa," Yuri said when he saw them, rushing through the officers on Yorktown to pull Jim into a tight hug. Despite the pain Pavel knew she was in, she clutched their boy in her arms with every bit of strength she had left. "You look like crap."

"All in a day's work," she chuckled, running her fingers through Yuri's curls. "You okay?"

"I'm okay, I just did what Ben told me to do," Yuri told them.

"Well, listening to a Sulu is generally a good idea," Jim chuckled.

Pavel watched Jim as she recounted parts of the last day and a half to their son in a mostly child-friendly way because, despite having the body of a twenty year old, he was still a child. Yuri, of course, had a million and three questions. No doubt due to the fact that Jim's beautiful blue eyes were framed in bruises and blood, her hair hung in a messy ponytail that used to be a bun and her survival uniform was covered in dirt and who knows what else. Pavel didn't even want to know what he looked like, he was just glad that the first thing they managed to find on that planet was each other.

"Jim, you know you should get that checked out," Pavel said when she flinched for the millionth time. If he had to guess, a few of her ribs were probably broken, which also meant she was probably having trouble breathing.

"You're hurt," Yuri said, his eyes going wide as he checked her over, muttering about broken bones and internal bleeding and a whole slew of other things that he must've read in the medical database.

"Little bit. Wanted to see you first," Jim smiled.

"No, you want to avoid Uncle Bones. He's gonna have a fit," their son chuckled.

"You know, he's got you there," Pavel smiled.

"Yea, yea," she said. "No teaming up on me."

Yuri shrugged, "Can't help it. It's our job."