Spock stood silently beside the bed, gazing down at Jim as he slept. The fight on Vulcan had taken a toll, and he knew that Jim needed to rest, but it had taken as much, if not more, from him...
As he stood there, he knew that they had to talk, and now, about something Spock had been mulling over
The trauma of thinking he had caused Jim's death had shaken him more than he would ever had known possible, and in the hours since their happy reunion in Sick Bay, and the even happier physical reunion they had just enjoyed, Spock had made a decision.
He reached out, and as he gently touched Jim's shoulder he got a mental image through their meld
Horses, beautiful horses, running free across a wide expanse of green, blue sky over head, and a range of mountains in the far distance
He could feel the wind rushing by, smell the grass and the sweaty horses, and feel the pounding of their hooves against the ground
Jim was dreaming of home again
As Jim opened his eyes, he l