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“I am yet to complete grading papers for my COMP101 class. Also, if I remember correctly, you promised Admiral Krueger that you would go over the simulation class protocols with him on Monday morning."
“Alright, alright,” Kirk said, throwing his hands in the air, “So we won’t go camping. Doesn’t mean we can’t do anything else over the weekend. Come on, Spock! When was the last time we got three days off in a row?"
“Jim, I understand, but it’s the middle of the semester. Perhaps we can do something at home - invite McCoy over for dinner..."
“Admiral, Captain,” Saavik cut in, throwing a jacket around her shoulders and hastily stuffing her arms through the sleeves, “I’m going out with some friends. I’ll be back late, but I have the keys. Please don’t wait up.” She turned to the shoe cabinet.
“Hang on, where are you going?” Kirk called out.
“Just out. My friends and I were thinking of getting dinner and some drinks,” Saavik said neatly zipping up her boots.
“And who are these friends?” Kirk pressed. Saavik rolled her eyes, an action Kirk did not miss.
“Just send friends from the Academy, Admiral. You know most of them,” Saavik sighed, “Peter’s coming too. You can ask him.” She shot a meaningful glance at Spock, arching one eyebrow slightly as if to mean really?
“I think what the Admiral is implying is that we don’t see you around the house much, Saavik kam. It would be satisfactory if you stayed and had dinner with us every now and then.” Spock said slowly, in Vulcan.
“I understand, Captain. Perhaps you would be amenable to discussing this tomorrow, at breakfast? Pardon my haste, but my friends are waiting for me downstairs,” Saavik replied in their native tongue.
“Run along, then. But this conversation isn’t over, young lady,” Kirk interjected, the Vulcan syllables flowing over his tongue with practised ease. Saavik turned to leave, the door whishing shut behind her.
“Well,” Kirk exhaled, turning to his husband and bondmate, “Where were we?"
Spock’s thin lips turned up in a hint of a smile, “I believe we were discussing our plans for the upcoming holiday weekend. I suggested we invite McCoy. If his daughter Joanna is visiting, we could call them all over…"