Jim cried out, softly, at the sudden twist of something inside him, something he didn't understand and couldn't place, that had to do with Spock and the bond and something else he didn't recognize, and dammit he should have asked for help with this sooner. Because all he could do, for now, was stand there and watch and be Jim as be Jim as solidly as he could, hoping it might help somehow. The bond was there, but it was different, a tension in it he had not felt before.
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Date: 2009-09-13 12:06 am (UTC)