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Jim's apartment had a very cozy feel to it. The moment you would enter you felt welcomed. It had all the trappings of home. Jim liked to collect old artifacts from the past, and it was displayed for anyone visiting to ask questions.

That cozy feeling though, felt oddly cold. The only explanation that was plausible to Jim was that Spock was there with him. How peculiar that his apartment hadn't lost that warm feeling when Dr. McCoy had came by unannounced. Perhaps, it had to do with the fact that Bones wasn't going to let him know why he ditched him all those years ago.

It's amazing how you can remember something, like it was yesterday, even though it happened a lifetime ago. Jim remembered every detail of that evening in his quarters. There are times, where you wished your memory wasn't so vivid.

Now, before him, the answer he always wanted, Spock was about to divulge the truth.

The thought of reliving that betrayal of friendship, and it was a betrayal. Throwing away what they had, and running away. Jim had always believed that Vulcans were a very logical race. What Spock did to him, left him without an explanation, was unimaginable.

"You are quiet Jim. Do you wish for me to repeat what I..." Spock replied but was cut off.

"That won't be necessary. I've decided that you had your reasons. Let's just leave it at that." Jim replied back, his words surprising the Vulcan.

"I see. Perhaps, this was a mistake coming here." Spock decided to turn around and leave Jim's apartment when Jim got up and quickly ran after him, grabbing him forcefully by the arm.

"What do you want from me Spock? How can I trust anything you have to tell me. You left me for 3 years, alone, not knowing what you were doing on Gol."

"2.8 years to be precise."

"Are you being funny?"

"No, I was not. Forgive me, I wish only to explain."

"How could you have left and not say goodbye. I thought we were friends. If not more than that, at least friends, even brothers."

"Please, Jim. Hear me out." Spock's voice was desperate, which made Jim's heart ache hearing that voice.

Jim slowly released the arm, and tried to relax.

"I'll listen Spock. It's more than what you gave me."

That apartment became ice cold.

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Jim's apartment had a very cozy feel to it. The moment you would enter you felt welcomed. It had all the trappings of home. Jim liked to collect old artifacts from the past, and it was displayed for anyone visiting to ask questions.

That cozy feeling though, felt oddly cold. The only explanation that was plausible to Jim was that Spock was there with him. How peculiar that his apartment hadn't lost that warm feeling when Dr. McCoy had came by unannounced. Perhaps, it had to do with the fact that Bones wasn't going to let him know why he ditched him all those years ago.

It's amazing how you can remember something, like it was yesterday, even though it happened a lifetime ago. Jim remembered every detail of that evening in his quarters. There are times, where you wished your memory wasn't so vivid.

Now, before him, the answer he always wanted, Spock was about to divulge the truth.

The thought of reliving that betrayal of friendship, and it was a betrayal. Throwing away what they had, and running away. Jim had always believed that Vulcans were a very logical race. What Spock did to him, left him without an explanation, was unimaginable.

"You are quiet Jim. Do you wish for me to repeat what I..." Spock replied but was cut off.

"That won't be necessary. I've decided that you had your reasons. Let's just leave it at that." Jim replied back, his words surprising the Vulcan.

"I see. Perhaps, this was a mistake coming here." Spock decided to turn around and leave Jim's apartment when Jim got up and quickly ran after him, grabbing him forcefully by the arm.

"What do you want from me Spock? How can I trust anything you have to tell me. You left me for 3 years, alone, not knowing what you were doing on Gol."

"2.8 years to be precise."

"Are you being funny?"

"No, I was not. Forgive me, I wish only to explain."

"How could you have left and not say goodbye. I thought we were friends. If not more than that, at least friends, even brothers."

"Please, Jim. Hear me out." Spock's voice was desperate, which made Jim's heart ache hearing that voice.

Jim slowly released the arm, and tried to relax.

"I'll listen Spock. It's more than what you gave me."

That apartment became ice cold.