[ It's as they thought, thank whatever deity may or may not exist - with Jim there, Spock's attention is divided. Caught between the Gnosia and instinct, there is only so much the Gnosia can dictate. Only so much that can be suppressed, until it comes spilling out - pulling at the bond, making Jim's head ache with the effort it takes not to completely collapse, or go running forward towards Spock. Jim is not the only one who can lure; he is not unaffected by Spock's desperate siren call. The urge to return to him, to fix what has been broken and heal that ache inside him -
Well, he doesn't have to wait long.
Peter's sweeping kick takes Jim by as much surprise as he's sure it does Spock, but it lands successfully and the kids are gone in the blink of an eye. Jim rushes forward, catching Spock by the arm - it's not enough to stop him hitting the ground, but it is enough to slow him, and send them both down together.
Spock!
Jim's grip is firm, tight, as if to ever stop them being separated again. He catches him, landing hard on his knees, but hopefully mitigating any agitation of Spock's wounds. His other hand rises to the gaunt cut of Spock's cheek, a tenderness that belies the fear - fear for him, of him, perhaps all of the above. You're okay. I've got you. I've got you... ]
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Well, he doesn't have to wait long.
Peter's sweeping kick takes Jim by as much surprise as he's sure it does Spock, but it lands successfully and the kids are gone in the blink of an eye. Jim rushes forward, catching Spock by the arm - it's not enough to stop him hitting the ground, but it is enough to slow him, and send them both down together.
Spock!
Jim's grip is firm, tight, as if to ever stop them being separated again. He catches him, landing hard on his knees, but hopefully mitigating any agitation of Spock's wounds. His other hand rises to the gaunt cut of Spock's cheek, a tenderness that belies the fear - fear for him, of him, perhaps all of the above. You're okay. I've got you. I've got you... ]