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It’s straight-up best friend protocol to get her drunk through what she’s calling the death throes of the thing with Spock. Hikaru’s not happy about it because he really does think they can work it out-thinks they should, actually, thinks they’re better together than they seem to realize-but there’s a night-long moratorium on trying to talk her down and because he’s had sisters longer than he’s had female best friends, Hikaru gets how important those moratoriums are. So fuck it, he’s getting her drunk.
He’s already talked her through the righteous bitch-out that got them here. Spock’s nice enough, he figures, not all that overtly affectionate but obvious enough he thinks Nyota hung the damned stars, thinks she’s amazing in ways Hikaru figures most men wouldn’t get. Sure, Spock’s being a dick right now, talking about the shrinking Vulcan population like he thinks he should be doing something about it, and while Hikaru figures it’s dead obvious he wants Nyota to talk him out of it, find the logic that’ll get him a pass, it’s not working out.
This, Hikaru thinks, is what happens when you’ve got two people who put all their faith in facts.
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They’re somewhere between cheesecake and fall-down, sloppy drunk when the thing chimes. Hikaru doesn’t even know what that sound is, man, they’ve been drinking a while, but Nyota’s head cocks slightly and she yells, “Go to hell,” in the rough vicinity of his wall.
It’s going to be a long night.
There’s a moment’s pause before the door chimes again. A-ha, that’s what it is. His door.
“Seriously, Spock, I don’t care what pep talk Kirk gave you, I am not talking to you tonight,” she snaps, and she’s struggling up, ready to charge, and since Hikaru has no desire to be involved in this inevitable mess, he struggles up, too, to catch her.
His door says, “Everything all right in there, Mr. Sulu?”
That doesn’t sound like Spock. Even Nyota stops.
“Captain?” she tries.
“Yes?”
Hikaru gets a little unsteady on his feet. “Kirk?”
“Yep.” Hikaru can, ah, picture the cocky little smirk. Huh. “Can I come in?”
“Um, yeah, sure, ‘kay,” Hikaru mumbles and sort of waves at his door and Nyota grabs his arm tight, hisses, “Is he alone?”
Hikaru blinks down at her hand, not sure why it’s there. How would he know? Kirk says, “You can tell Uhura it’s just me. Or I could come back, if it’s a bad time.”
Hikaru doesn’t want that, Kirk’s all right most of the time and Hikaru sort of wants to see the cocky little smirk now, but the whole door answering process seems really complex. Nyota’s still holding onto his arm.
She takes the decision right out of his hands. “Oh no,” she says through a broad, brass smile. “It’s fine. Perfect timing, in fact.” Then there’s Jim Kirk with an arm draped onto Hikaru’s doorframe and ducking his head like that hides the smirk at all.
Hikaru flags him in with his free hand and tries to coax Nyota back to the couch.
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“Hell yes.” Nyota slumps back on the couch in a big sprawl of limbs and slips into bitter Vulcan for a while. Hikaru’s used to it, it’s a fucking hallmark of her fights with Spock, but he’s never bothered to ask what it means. She’ll get back to Standard in good time. Until then, he’s got a seat to find and a few motor skills to reclaim while she vents. Fuck, he needs to build up a tolerance or stop letting Nyota pick the drink.
“You sure I’m not interrupting?” Kirk asks, way too close, and Hikaru’s, ah, huh, Hikaru’s already found his seat. The room only shifts a little when he braves a squint.
“Nah, we’re good. More the merrier, right?”
“Sure.” Kirk’s right there, crouched suspiciously low by Hikaru’s knees, that draping arm braced just behind Hikaru’s head. Perfect view of that smirk. “So. What are we celebrating? Birthday? Anniversary? Good news from home?”
“The prodigious removal of personal dead weight,” Nyota declares. Kirk’s mouth quirks. That looks good, too.
“Trouble with Spock, huh?”
Hikaru nods. He needs to remember to close his eyes first next time. “Join us if you want. There’s a…something on the…” Words fail him, he has to settle for a handwave. Kirk’s a bright guy, though, he totally figures it out.
“Mulvaran Tea,” Kirk reads off the label. Hikaru groans.
“Not that, man. Sir. Bad stuff. Fuck.” Okay, Hikaru gives up on verbal skills to press his head back against the couch with both palms. He was just fine until he stood up. Clearly, he needs to never get up again. Also, his teeth itch. What the hell is that?
“What are you drinking?”
Hikaru handwaves at the Mulvaran Tea.
“Shots,” Nyota counters. “Shots to stupid men.” Then she’s off and running in Vulcan again and Hikaru feels a little better until she ends with, “Biological imperative, my ass.”
He can feel Kirk staring at him for a long time. “You know what, lieutenant? I will take that shot.”
“Awesome,” Hikaru says, dreamy, and tries to give Kirk a thumbs-up.
“You have any more glasses?”
“Just drink from the bottle,” Nyota suggests.
“Uh, no, just these, you have to get one from the thing.” Screw verbal skills, man, Hikaru’s mastered the fucking handwave.
So there’s some hissing and beeping and whatever for a while and honestly, Hikaru’s thinking about nodding off for a while, only then Nyota’s bouncing her end of the couch and Kirk’s coming back and oh, hey, another round.
Kirk pours. Yay.
“So. What are we drinking to?” Hikaru’s been on that bridge too long, maybe, because he swears he can hear Kirk’s smile. That’s as ridiculous as feeling his stare. God, he needs to stop drinking Mulvaran Tea now, that shit is vile and also, it seriously fucks him up.
“Sorry bastards who think it’s logical to give up a good thing because she won’t have kids yet,” Nyota starts, and Hikaru counters, “Nnngh my God, just tell him already, Ny,” and Nyota says, “No,” like she’s just made it law.
Hikaru whimpers and sort of holds his head.
Kirk offers up, “To the single life?” with a jaunty tip of his glass.
“Yes,” Nyota says, way, way too loud. “To the single life.” Her chin gets all smug and everything. Hikaru’s handwaves fail, he’s going to have to attempt speech again. “And rebound sex.”
That handwave should totally not have turned into a fist bump. That defeats his point. “Word.” Fuck, that came from him.
“I’ll drink to that,” Kirk says, then, “You going to join us, Sulu, or did you need some help?”
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“How are you the bad influence here?” he marvels, then shakes his head-yes, closed eyes, first-and rolls out from his shoulder to collect his glass. “To guys who don’t know better and the single life,” he tries to say; fuck knows how it sounds but it makes Nyota snicker and Kirk grin, so probably not so much like actual words.
He knocks his shot back-Christ, that shit is vile-and holds his fist high victoriously when he actually gets it down. Mulvaran Tea is like moldy fruit and hydraulics lube with a gritty, bittersweet aftertaste; the first time he tried it, he swore it was proof Nyota didn’t drink much. Oh, how wrong he was. They don’t do this often but she can and has put him to shame when they’ve got contraband instead of synthehol.
Kirk’s pretty funny when they get him going about bad break-ups, which is a nice way of steering Nyota away from the many things she’s planning to exact petty revenge. Hikaru’s good sense wonders if she’s noticed they’re all of them designed to make Spock admit he feels too much for her to just let her go. Then Kirk and Nyota start talking about someone’s roommate back in their dorm days and Hikaru’s good sense wanders off for a nap.
His teeth are itchy and he can’t lift his head, just barely has the energy to squirm a little lower so his couch will keep him up. “Don’t worry, I’m incapacitated,” he tells Nyota’s end of the couch, and, “Gimme five, ‘kay?” and he’s pretty sure he feels her pat his foot.
“Big drinker?” Kirk asks.
“Sulu? Yeah, actually, he is.” There’s no justice in the galaxy, then, because Nyota sounds fine. He’s had he doesn’t even know how many shots tonight but he’s sure she’s been keeping pace and he’s a slurring slump of human and she’s holding court. Plus, she’s talking to Kirk, who’s got those pretty eyes and that suckable cocky little smirk and that crazy, awesome brain and who isn’t anything like Hikaru’s expected from his first C.O.
And it’s just wrong that Nyota gets him all to herself tonight when Hikaru’s all fucked up on tea and he’s not the one who’s still hung up on Spock and all, just wrong.
Jim Kirk’s probably tops of everyone’s would fuck list and Hikaru’s not stupid, man, he knows exactly where Nyota’s going with this little one-on-one and even if he miraculously found words to explain what a mistake that would be, he doesn’t think she’d listen tonight, anyway. It’s a little like being strapped into a runaway shuttlecraft. All he can do at this point is hope for a timely beam out.
So he hears Nyota purr Kirk’s rank and bring up her talented tongue and whatever fuck-me language she slips into doesn’t sound Vulcan at all but he’d bet his sword Kirk understands. And all Hikaru can do is make unhappy faces and try to smother himself in the couch.
He’d stagger off to bed or hell, at least cover his ears if he thought his motor skills would work. He’s suspicious of them because his teeth still itch.
Then Nyota says, “What, you don’t believe in rebound sex? Since when?”
“Actually, Uhura, there’s-”
“Nyota, please.”
“All right. Nyota. There’s someone else.”
“Spock?” She blurts a laugh. “Believe me, there’s not. It won’t be a problem anymore. He couldn't care less what I do.”
Hikaru squeezes his eyes closed and prays hard they don’t use his bed. Clean sheets, man, not cool.
“I’m sorry to hear that but I meant me.” Wait, wait, what?
There’s something going on now, there has to be, but it’s not happening aloud and Hikaru can’t see either of them without, like, turning his head and opening his eyes and apparently, that’s more motor control than he’s got, which sucks. He’s got a vested interest in keeping her dressed, it’s in the goddamned protocols for getting best friends drunk when they’ve had a shitty day and he’s totally falling down on the job but apparently, Kirk’s got his back.
Which, whoa.
Then Nyota says, “Oh,” like an epiphany, just really fucking strange, and she starts up in hesitant Vulcan and so does Kirk and Hikaru stands no chance of keeping up anymore but he still tries to read their tones and it works so well, he falls asleep.
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“Hey, no, back to sleep, you,” Kirk scolds gently. “You’ve got a lot to sleep off.”
Hikaru has no idea where the blanket comes from but come it does, soft and warm and comfortable enough to burrow in for a while. “Ny?” he asks because if he’s stretched out on the couch, she’s somewhere else, quite possibly alone, and he knows that’s probably not cool.
“Put her to bed, too,” Kirk says, straightening the blanket over Hikaru’s feet, totally tucking him in. Even for the Enterprise bridge crew, that’s weird. Kirk’s mouth tugs up in the only corner Hikaru can see; Hikaru’s too sleepy to stop a soft sound. “Alone.” Relief probably does stupid things to Hikaru’s face but what the hell, he left dignity behind a dozen shots and one nap ago. Kirk’s voice lowers conspiratorially. “I don’t think I’m supposed to tell you this part, but she has a lot to sleep off, too. That lady can drink.”
Hikaru nods sagely. The room doesn’t move this time. That’s…a good sign. “Fear the Tea.”
“Damned straight.” Kirk gives up his fussing to stand. Leaving now, probably, and he’s got this stellar little grin going that just promises a happy trail of broken regs. “I’ll expect you both on the bridge tomorrow. Say, by noon? No hungover pilots flying my ship.”
“Deal.” They stare, probably too long. If Kirk were closer, if Hikaru could trust his fine motor skills, he’d be hooking Kirk down for a hands-on display of his gratitude. Kirk’s mouth is hypnotic. So are his eyes. So is his brain, which is how Hikaru knows he’s fucked, but there it is. He just. Kirk needs to stay. Or something. Hikaru feels like they’re circling something here, all strung taut with tension they haven’t broken yet. “Kirk?”
“Jim,” he corrects mildly, a deliberate aside.
Hikaru hums. “Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
It doesn’t feel like enough. “For…” Hikaru tries to condense it, watching out for Nyota, tucking him in, stepping in as soberish bff alternate when Hikaru’d passed out, only he winds up settling for a handwave.
“Don’t mention it.”
“I mean-” Hikaru starts and Jim hikes a brow.
“No, really, don’t mention it.” Then Jim’s eyeing him with an intensity that makes Hikaru want to squirm, heat and interest and what Hikaru prays is resolve. “You like my brain, huh? You, ah, talk in your sleep.” Jim rubs the back of his neck. When Hikaru bites his lip, tries to hide his helpless sound, Jim's face heats, too. “For what it’s worth, Sulu, I wasn’t here for her. Spock's not the only one who got a pep talk tonight and Bones is...very convincing when he wants to be.”
Hikaru tips from fucked to sunk, just like that. “Can I, ah, do something about that when I have motor skills back?” he asks in a voice that sounds like all sex, even to himself, and he’s honestly not sure how much of that was handwaves and how much was actual words but from the way Jim breaks into this just incredible smile, Hikaru’s made his point.
“If you want.”
“I want now. Just, probably can’t stand.” Inspiration strikes. “You can.”
“Okay, if you still want,” Jim amends. “If it’s a good idea tonight, it’ll be a good idea tomorrow. Or it’ll be a mistake you’re glad you didn’t make. Either way, you win.” Jim makes a complicated face. “I'm not big on being someone else's morning after mistake. Been there, done that, you know?”
There’s. Hikaru can’t process that now, he’s missing motor skills, but Jim seems to mean it, so there’s that. Hikaru likes winning but he doesn’t want to wait. “You’re not a mistake.”
“Tell me that tomorrow.”
Then Jim’s leaving, one last long look, and Hikaru’s all alone with his couch and his blanket and the sound of Nyota fighting with the sheets in the other room.
And from there, sleep sounds like a pretty good idea.
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Plus, when Jim sees him, he breaks out that fucking gorgeous smile. Hikaru wants to drag him away for an early start on tonight, possibly show off his recently reacquired motor skills.
Everything’s going well, relatively speaking, until Nyota casually mentions she’s spent the night with Hikaru and Jim-heavy emphasis on the first names-and they let her sleep in, which sets Spock off on some sort of feral Vulcan mating thing that gets her dragged off, instead. Hikaru has to assume from the lack of emergency calls routing through the bridge that she just fucking tells him already and that somehow, it gets through Spock’s thick skull.
In the conspicuous silence that follows their departure, Jim leans back in his chair, one arm draped around the corner of the seat back. Looks right at him with a stealth version of that cocky smirk and drawls, “So, lieutenant, how’s the head?”
“All systems go, sir. Sick Bay works miracles.” Hikaru doesn’t have a stealth leer he’d risk on the bridge, where everybody knows him fairly well, so he falls back to handwaves. “We’re still on for tonight, right? I didn't make that part up?”
Jim makes the complicated face again, confusion and hope and disbelief, far too much thought. The satisfaction playing over his mouth contrasts nicely with his intensely speculative watch. “If you're still up for it, tonight works for me.”
“Looking forward to it,” Hikaru says, then turns back to his job, and he spends a long, slow shift thinking up ways to use his motor skills to make it worth Jim’s wait.
Some things should be rewarded, preferably with teeth.
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GUUUUH.
I love Hikaru's BFF priorities. And Nyota bitching it all out and drinking everyone and their mom's under the table.
LOL For Bones being a matchmaker and Spock going feral.
Billions of points for the Kirk/Sulu adorableness.
Utter. Win.
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I loved it!!
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that is an AWESOME last line!
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thanks for writing
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Oh God, I utterly love how you left this part to implication, and yet it's 100% clear what passed between them. It's just so much fun to imagine exactly what Kirk and Uhura actually talked about while poor drunk Sulu struggled to stay conscious. And speaking of which, I have such love for drunk!Sulu and it was such a pleasure to see how you worked him in this story. And Kirk's characterization was just wonderful.
The detail about Sulu's sisters also really, really made me smile because it is totally my head!canon that they helped drill patience and maturity into their brother.
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Great job and thanks for showing me that I can enjoy Kirk/Sulu fics! ;-)
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Additionally (since some authors prefer to be asked and I don't want to step on any toes) can I rec this at my journal?
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