None of this was exactly easy but at least there were all sorts of sitting rooms all over the place and Jim knew one was close by. Why not do this more comfortably. He sort of wished he had some alcohol too. He and Sasan definitely enjoyed drinking together--
He stopped that train of thought and when he was seated across from the other man, Jim leaned forward on his upper thighs and just started to speak.
"He was my first officer. Half human, half an alien race that doesn't exist in this reality called Vulcan. Their whole deal was to purge emotion and embrace logic." Telling Sasan about how they met was bittersweet and almost romantic. The stranding, the former reality-- Jim had obviously been dealing with this life for a long time. "Anyway. We were four years into our five year mission when he entered his first, uh... Heat. I know how that sounds. Vulcans form this connection with people, telepathically. The woman that had been chosen for him perished on his home world. The one he had been seeing... They didn't have a way to connect. I heard him calling in my bones while he was in sickbay. He had gotten violent... Violent enough to break out of his restraints. Hormones and all-- But anyway, we were compatible. He was pretty much my best friend already anyway so that was no surprise. We had this link... We had it for a long time. I still have it now, but his end is dark."
It had taken almost an hour to get this far. Jim had been focusing on crazy adventures along the way.
"I've died before. That was terrifying. But experiencing him die-- I think it just keeps going. I don't even know if I can be with anyone again..." He blinked away the wetness from his eyes. "He's still with me, but I can barely remember him. Not in as much detail as I should. I could close my eyes and tell you what you were wearing the last week but I can't remember how my bondmate said my name."
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He stopped that train of thought and when he was seated across from the other man, Jim leaned forward on his upper thighs and just started to speak.
"He was my first officer. Half human, half an alien race that doesn't exist in this reality called Vulcan. Their whole deal was to purge emotion and embrace logic." Telling Sasan about how they met was bittersweet and almost romantic. The stranding, the former reality-- Jim had obviously been dealing with this life for a long time. "Anyway. We were four years into our five year mission when he entered his first, uh... Heat. I know how that sounds. Vulcans form this connection with people, telepathically. The woman that had been chosen for him perished on his home world. The one he had been seeing... They didn't have a way to connect. I heard him calling in my bones while he was in sickbay. He had gotten violent... Violent enough to break out of his restraints. Hormones and all-- But anyway, we were compatible. He was pretty much my best friend already anyway so that was no surprise. We had this link... We had it for a long time. I still have it now, but his end is dark."
It had taken almost an hour to get this far. Jim had been focusing on crazy adventures along the way.
"I've died before. That was terrifying. But experiencing him die-- I think it just keeps going. I don't even know if I can be with anyone again..." He blinked away the wetness from his eyes. "He's still with me, but I can barely remember him. Not in as much detail as I should. I could close my eyes and tell you what you were wearing the last week but I can't remember how my bondmate said my name."