Spock tried, too

Returning

It was quite odd, being dead and all. Distressing for someone who had no idea how to deal with it. Jim was passing through people. He was transparent to them. Non existent to them. The first thing he had seen was the quarters of his bond mate S'Chn T'Gai Spock. At least he assumed so. He saw belongings that not many Vulcan's would have. There was pieces of a shattered golden vase in a closed box with bits of dried green blood. He saw there was a holo-picture on the wall of the command crew. He saw there were trinkets of their exploits together strewn about the small rounded room with a equal circular window. He saw a closed closet across from the bed. There was a laundry laundry hamper alongside the bed that was empty. He felt himself be tugged. He had a path to follow which was oddly familiar to him. It was familiar in a way that he knew where to go.

"Why am I here?" Jim asked himself. "Why is Spock here?"

He went through the closed door where he fell abruptly to the floor.

"What just happened?" Jim got up, then expecting for a solid surface he held his hand against the frame only to see his hand slip on through. "What the--!" He yanked his hand back. "I am. . ." Jim turned around, dramatically, horror. "I am dead." He couldn't feel Spock through the bond. The bond was cut, clean. Jim's eyes widened as it started to occur to him this problem. He remembered the last few seconds of his life. The image of Sock on the grass with McCoy by his side. A spear pointing from the shoulder blade of the captain. A tinge of guilt swept over him. He hurt Spock, accidentally, under amnesia. "Spock."

How long had he been dead?

Jim walked down the hall seeing various doors spaced from one another. He recognized some of the decorations as Vulcanian in design. He went through the final door into the humid temperature of Vulcan. He looked down toward his hands to see he was in the green wrap around shirt. Which explained why he was comfortable. He saw the mountain ranges. He strode down the steps. He saw that were was mostly dirt, the Vulcan equivalent of cactus's, and large dark gray scorpion like bugs resembling a certain bug insect from the world of Pokemon without the wings. They were in the distance. But there was one in particular that was close by. It resembled Vibrava except it walked on its hind legs. He saw there were paths that split off to in the country Vulcan houses in the distance. He remembered Vulcan quite well on his brief visit. The hot sand against his skin. Rubbing against Spock's leg. Their legs entangled together across from the wedding procession across from them.

Why was Spock on Vulcan?

He saw signs alongside the path. He took a stop and peered at them, squinting his eyes, struggling to understand them. There were few words he understood. Three letters stood out: Gor. The letters stood out to Jim. Spock and Jim had taken time to plan their shore leave when the Enterprise was being refit. Spock had explained to Jim the various other cities on Vulcan that they could go to. Gor sounded rather interesting to Jim so Spock took half an hour to explain how inappropriate Gor was. He droned on about logic, isolation, and the history regarding it. The rich, deep gorgeous voice kept Jim on the edge of his seat. It became clear at the end of the story what the location was. And why it was inappropriate. It was not at all romantic to couples. He didn't feel hot. He didn't feel exhausted but what he did feel was annoyed. Why did he appear on Vulcan? Why was Spock on Vulcan? Spock would never go there. Not unless he was actually driven to it under immense circumstance. Which could be emotionally. Would grief drive Spock to Gor? Jim resumed path while on his train of thought pondering if Spock was capable of doing so. The idea of Spock forsakening emotion was horrifying.

Jim walked his way into the city. He passed by several Vulcans. One of them was riding a large Sehlat that was fat and furry. There were Vulcan motorcycles parked alongside some buildings left on park mode. Jim looked up to see a few Dirt Flyers flying through out the city in the sky. ShiKahr was a large city. Vast and decorated with unique apartments throughout through out the city varying in design. Not all the Vulcan houses were the same theme. There was was a smaller city up ahead called Vulcana Regar that held the Vulcan Katra Ark facility. He saw there were Vulcan children in small groups sharing conversation. Jim felt as though he was being ushered forward into a direction. He noticed Vulcans heading up the street. He noticed a familiar figure exiting a entrance way. Jim came closer to the figure. He saw the long,black jaw length hair. The unkept bangs. The shaggy eyebrows. The lack of the familiar blue eyeliner. He was in a black long robe with light brown dirt covered chest plate. It was clearly distressing to see him in that outfit. Jim was more accustomed to see him in bright clothes. When Spock was meditating, he would be in his black meditation robe. Jim fondly remembered attempting to meditate alongside the Vulcan.