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Jim stood at the door in shock. He had truly believed that the good doctor had returned for his illegal gift. Instead, a tall handsome friend stood there in his place. He looked so different out of uniform. Spock wore a mauve shirt and black pants. Jim stared a little too long. Suddenly, Spock broke the silence.

"Hello Admiral, I do hope I have not come at a bad time. Were you retiring for the evening?"

"What?" Jim replied in a daze.

"Admiral, is there something wrong with my attire?"

"Oh, what's wrong with me? Come in Spock, come in. Where are my manners? Something to drink?" Jim motioned Spock in his apartment letting him take in the new decor. Spock had never had the opportunity to visit him at his residence. Spock began to view the many items that Jim had collected over the years.

"Perhaps a brandy."

Surprised by the choice of drink Jim smiled and went to the liquor cabinet to find two glasses. He poured the contents in said glasses and handed one of them to his friend.

"Spock, if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here? Last time we spoke you were heading to your shuttle to meet up with the Enterprise. Change of plans?"

"Not of my own doing Admiral."

Jim motioned Spock with his other hand and spoke, his voice slightly full of humor.

"Spock, please no titles, we're friends right? Jim, please."

"Of course, Jim. I received a message before taking my shuttle, the Enterprise is delayed for technical problems. They have not given me a set date when the problems will be resolved. I estimate a week. With Mr. Scott's expertise in these manners perhaps less."

"I'm sure that is quite true. Mr. Scott is indeed a miracle worker. He saved our bacon enough times."

"Bacon?"

"A figure of speech."

"I see. In any case I am grateful to have the opportunity to see you again Jim. Our visit was brief during the simulation."

"Yes, it was. I was reading the book you gave me, before McCoy arrived. Too bad you missed him."

"It is unfortunate that I had not have the chance to experience the good doctor's wit."

"I think he would have enjoyed that. You look well dressed for this evening. Plans?"

"I am not on duty. These are my civilian clothes."

"I see. They look good on you."

"I appreciate the compliment."

Spock walked around the apartment when he spotted the glasses.

"Oh, you noticed Bones odd gift. They're spectacles. Since I'm allergic to retinax he thought that this would solve my problem. I can't seem to focus like I use too. Must be getting old." Jim replied a little pessimistic.

"You look well for fifty Jim."

"Damn, last I can recall I was much younger. What the hell happened?"

"We must all age."

"I know. I just don't have to like it." Jim replied sourly.

"I wish to speak to you about something."

"Oh, what about?"

"It's personal."

"Please do."

"I wish to give you another gift."

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Jim stood at the door in shock. He had truly believed that the good doctor had returned for his illegal gift. Instead, a tall handsome friend stood there in his place. He looked so different out of uniform. Spock wore a mauve shirt and black pants. Jim stared a little too long. Suddenly, Spock broke the silence.

"Hello Admiral, I do hope I have not come at a bad time. Were you retiring for the evening?"

"What?" Jim replied in a daze.

"Admiral, is there something wrong with my attire?"

"Oh, what's wrong with me? Come in Spock, come in. Where are my manners? Something to drink?" Jim motioned Spock in his apartment letting him take in the new decor. Spock had never had the opportunity to visit him at his residence. Spock began to view the many items that Jim had collected over the years.

"Perhaps a brandy."

Surprised by the choice of drink Jim smiled and went to the liquor cabinet to find two glasses. He poured the contents in said glasses and handed one of them to his friend.

"Spock, if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here? Last time we spoke you were heading to your shuttle to meet up with the Enterprise. Change of plans?"

"Not of my own doing Admiral."

Jim motioned Spock with his other hand and spoke, his voice slightly full of humor.

"Spock, please no titles, we're friends right? Jim, please."

"Of course, Jim. I received a message before taking my shuttle, the Enterprise is delayed for technical problems. They have not given me a set date when the problems will be resolved. I estimate a week. With Mr. Scott's expertise in these manners perhaps less."

"I'm sure that is quite true. Mr. Scott is indeed a miracle worker. He saved our bacon enough times."

"Bacon?"

"A figure of speech."

"I see. In any case I am grateful to have the opportunity to see you again Jim. Our visit was brief during the simulation."

"Yes, it was. I was reading the book you gave me, before McCoy arrived. Too bad you missed him."

"It is unfortunate that I had not have the chance to experience the good doctor's wit."

"I think he would have enjoyed that. You look well dressed for this evening. Plans?"

"I am not on duty. These are my civilian clothes."

"I see. They look good on you."

"I appreciate the compliment."

Spock walked around the apartment when he spotted the glasses.

"Oh, you noticed Bones odd gift. They're spectacles. Since I'm allergic to retinax he thought that this would solve my problem. I can't seem to focus like I use too. Must be getting old." Jim replied a little pessimistic.

"You look well for fifty Jim."

"Damn, last I can recall I was much younger. What the hell happened?"

"We must all age."

"I know. I just don't have to like it." Jim replied sourly.

"I wish to speak to you about something."

"Oh, what about?"

"It's personal."

"Please do."

"I wish to give you another gift."