"Spock," The name rolled of his tongue like, butter melting in a pan.

"Yes Captain?" He replied, When ever Spock heard his name come out of Jim's mouth, he felt warmth well inside him. It was new, and foreign. But Spock enjoyed it, it made him feel whole.

"I need you to come look at this, it's as you would say, 'Quite unusual.'" James T. Kirk, was the captain of the Enterprise, and Spock's bondmate. He had helped him through Pon Farr, and now they were joined and inseparable Spock had even taken measures to move into his quarters. Over the past two years since Pon Farr, they had discovered many new things and almost gotten themselves killed numerous times, but every time they would always find their way back.

As Spock walked over to Jim, he couldn't keep his eyes level at the PADD, he kept looking down to where Jim was bent over a chair looking at it next to an ensign. Chekov, and at this sight Spock became enveloped in jealousy. "Chekov, I need to sit to see the screen. If I am able to determine what the captain finds 'most unusual'". and with that Chekov fled, as Spock examined the PADD, he noticed something very unusual, it was not anything unusual, it was in fact, written Vulcan. Though very crude, it conveyed the message very clearly. And as Spock read he turned the greenish tint that Jim knew meant embarrassment.

"So what do you say T'ha'la?" Jim whispered in his ear. Jim knew that the Vulcan ear was extremely sensitive, Spock responded with a sharp intake of breath only just muffled by a clearing of his throat. "I do believe that" he gestured to the PADD, "this needs to have action taken right away,". As Spock composed himself Jim made an announcement to the crew of the bridge "We are making a detour, we are now going to be heading in the vicinity of New Vulcan, and will be there for several days, anyone wishing to take shore leave is welcome to do so. Chekov you have the con. Spock if you would escort me." with that Spock stood and walked with him to the lift.

As the doors closed behind them Spock turned to Jim and asked "When did you learn Vulcan?" His tone neutral as always but Jim could sense the curiosity behind the words. "I thought I'd pick it up to impress you. By the time we reach New Vulcan it will be our two year anniversary." Said Jim matter-of-fact. But Spock had been all to aware of this, he had been planing a night for the two of them for months, and Jim was making things easier on him. Spock Chose to bend the truth, not to alert Jim to his plans.

"It must have slipped my mind, Jim, I am sorry, but I do not see the point in celebrating the moment in which you in my body violently claimed me in your body, during Pon Farr." Though Spock had enjoyed every second of the twenty four hours they had spent claiming each other as their own.

"Ah but I haven't, see on Earth, it is a revered custom to celebrate each year of marriage with a night of joy and sex, and drinking, but in your case chocolate." At this Jim laughed, Spock had always wondered why after finding out that to Vulcans chocolate was like alcohol to humans he tried to slip him some every chance he got.

"I know of the customs on Earth of the celebration of bond-, Marriage, but on Vulcan it is a night of solitude with the bonded together rekindling the fire that Pon Farr ignited. It should be done at the place where Pon Farr first occurred." Spock spoke only truth at that moment. Though he wanted to make his Bondmate happy. So he was delighted to indulge him to go to New Vulcan to celebrate.

"Ah well, can't have much fun out in the middle of space, restricted to a ship, now can we?" At that moment Spock understood. Though Jim was Down playing it he clearly didn't want to remember the place he maimed Spock in his body. So Spock nodded his head, "I think an anniversary on New Vulcan would be wonderful." As the lift hissed to it's stop, they both got out and made their way down the corridor to their quarters, and began prepping for their Journey on New Vulcan the following day.

The Following morning at 0700 hours precisely, the couple made their way to the transporter room, Kirk visibly showing his excitement at his first chance at shore leave, since they began their mission, though the duration of the mission is intended to be five years, the must make routine maintenance stops at out posts surrounding the Federation planets. As Kirk nearly crashed into another crew member, subdued in his thoughts of all that was to happen on their anniversary, Spock simply walked at a decent pace as to keep up with his bond-mate. Though the intensity of his eyes following behind him, watching what he was doing and feeling the energy radiate off him through there bond, he kept his face as stoic as always, only smiling through their bond at Kirk, My Jim, and only my Jim he thought to himself, Though Pon Farr only occurs every seven years for a matured Vulcan male, he can sense the possessiveness and rage that surface in his mind whenever Kirk bumps into a male crew member.

As they round the last corner that leads to Transporter Room 1 Kirk slams into another crew member, of the male gender, sending him to the floor and his things cascading in a shower of books and clothes and one very large, and wide open suitcase. Spock can barely contain himself, the edges of his vision tinge green and his blood he thought as the humans would say is boiling. And though Kirk does everything in his power to let the rage that Spock is feeling run off his face and out of his body, he can't hold it in all that much longer, so Kirk does the only thing that he can think of, and sends a message through their link. Spock, for the love of god, for the love of everything, you need to focus, channel your rage and anger. Control. That's what you always tell me isn't it? "Your emotions are a part of you, but do not let them control you, you must control them." As Kirk sends the message to Spock, he instantly cools, the tint fades from his vision and he notes that the tempurature of his body has returned to its normal one hundred point seven three degrees.

It is only when Spock deems himself fully capable to walk over to his Jim, that he proceeds to do so, "Ensign Larkovay, Please remove yourself from the area the Captain and myself will handle the mess." Spock's cool fury radiates and conveys the message quite well, and the ensign takes off bolting down the hall. As Spock kneels to retrieve the things that had fallen from Jim's case, he notices a photo he hadn't seen before, one that he thought was quite unusual, if not almost illogical. Before Kirk had a chance to gather himself to a kneeling position Spock had tactfully slipped the photo under a pair of trousers. "May I be of assistance Jim?" Spock asks. As though he hadn't seen the photo.

"No! No, I can manage, go tell the transporter shift workers that we won't be beaming down at scheduled time." And to this Spock raised one inquisitive brow and sauntered down the hall to the door located exactly seven point six eight meters down. Cast one last glance and walked into the room.

Kirk was Frantic, digging and looking trying to recover what was his most valuable gift, and there he found it atop a pair of faded gray denim jeans. a small velvet box, as soon as he spotted it he all but dove for it, when he was sure it was in his hands he said the one word combination that would open the box, "T'ha'la" he whispered it as though it was the most precious word that he had ever spoke, and to Kirk it was. There was only a faint beep from the box and the sound of tiny gears clicking into place, with the slightest of sighs the box opened, inside was Kirk's pride, and his present to Spock, there was a small ring, not big enough for his fingers, but for Spock's ring finger it would fit snugly. The ring was extravagant, intricately crafted, the ring bore the symbol of the original Vulcan home world. and on the exact opposite the symbol for earth, in the space between them, two words and only two were present. "Ek'wak Telsu" Kirk had spent hours tirelessly studying Vulcan language, But only during the times when Spock slept, and because Vulcans only need roughly six and a half hours of sleep every two days Kirk had been running short on time to learn the language to impress Spock.

As he shut the box on the Silver band that he intends to place on Spock's hand as a symbol of their unity, his foot covers something that allows him to slide. Kirk remembers then of the photo that he had placed in the bottom of the suitcase only moments before they left their room. As he replaces the photo at the bottom of the 'case he remembers what is upon the smooth glossed surface. a photo he had unintentionally captured, on of him and Spock on their second "wedding" on Spock and himself, with arms linked around each others shoulders, smiling, both of them. At the memory of the photo, Kirk beams and cannot contain himself, he then realizes that he had finished repacking the 'case and is sitting on the ground with a stupid grin of his face and a abnormally large suitcase full of close and valuables at his side.

He stands with out any effort and runs the rest of the way hoping for a clean entrance into the transporter room. And accomplishes it. When he turns his grin on his husband and bond-mate he can't stop smiling, "Jim, you were gone precisely thirteen minutes and fifty six point two seconds, and abnormally long time to repack a suitcase for a trip of three days." Spock says and Kirk can feel him sending messages through their link in a sarcastic scolding tone.

"Well don't want to keep everyone waiting on the party," says Kirk, "Come on boys, Energize." The familiar tingle of his atoms disassembling and reassembling always made him just the slightest bit queezy. "Welcome home Spock."