Story: Searching for Heaven
Author: MikoAkako
Beta: None
Rating: PG
Warnings/Triggers: none
Pairing/Character: Spock/Jim
Word count: 333
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.
Summary: c. Relaxation. Jim would never get used to the complete and utter relaxation he was allowed to feel these days.

A/N: Thank you Doni, Banbi-V, ratt. FormerlyRatt9, Misfitable, and moviesaremagic for your lovely review on the last chapter. This is the final chapter! (It's 101 instead of 100 because the first is the list of prompts.) I'm posting chapter 102 as the list of the chapter's I'm currently planning on expanding, along with the dates I have decided on so far. But anyway, I just wanted to thank everyone who's reviewed this thing and who's stuck with me for this long. I had a lot of fun with this, even though I never thought I'd actually manage to finish (and for a while there it looked like I wasn't going to). Love you all!

Relaxation

It was still strange even after all these years. Jim would never get used to the complete and utter relaxation he was allowed to feel these days. He'd spent so long constantly on high alert, always watching out for everyone around him, that it was impossible for him to abandon that even living on the small farm in Iowa.

Spock had adjusted better, much to their friend's surprise. He was up every morning at the crack of dawn to feed the animals and collect eggs. Jim always joined him, mostly watching but sometimes helping. Mornings were hard for him. He always woke up instantly alert, expecting to be looking at his quarters on the Enterprise and always shocked to find himself back in his childhood home.

Spock would be there without fail, a silent presence until Jim relaxed enough to listen to his bondmate. Thank God he still knew who Spock was. Without Spock…Jim didn't even want to think about it. Without Spock, Jim would probably be locked up in some hospital with a dozen nurses, sedated all the time 'for his own protection.'

Sometimes Bones came to visit, administering a test he promised he'd given before but that Jim had no memory of at all. He hated that look of distress that passed over Bones' face at the end, even if he wouldn't remember it in a few days. That was one good thing, Spock assured him. At first his memory was limited to a few hours. Now, even if he couldn't hold on to concrete facts, he did vaguely remember events extending up to a week before.

As he lay down to sleep at night, he clung to Spock, hoping that a physical connection would keep the memories he'd gained that day safe in his head. Spock clung to him in response, the selflessness of his love washing over Jim until he could relax enough to fall asleep. Even if he never remembered anything else, he would remember Spock. Forever.