A Series Of Unfortunate Misunderstandings
Title: A Series Of Unfortunate Misunderstandings
Author:
joec_mn
Series: STXI
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3492 words
Warnings: Swearing, naughty language. Implied sex and misunderstandings.
Summary: The (supposed) epic romance of Spock and Jim. How it began and why
people think they're 'doing it'. Preslash. Misunderstandings galore and
pathetic attempts at humour.
This chapter is actually a bit late since I already uploaded it to my ff.net account, but I then forgot to post it so you guys could read it, too. I'm sorry for the long wait.
A Series Of Unfortunate Misunderstandings Chapter III
Previous Chapter
Thanks again for all encouraging reviews and kind words. I hope you will find this chapter somewhat entertaining, although I warn you, it is quite rushed as I had to hurry and finish so I could concentrate on my K/S ADVENT entry.
Please ignore any spelling errors as I have not had this Beta-read.
A Series Of Unfortunate Misunderstandings
Chapter Three
"Big Brother sees all, but sharing is caring!"
It had been one month, two days and roughly seven hours since Jim had begun this tentative friendship with his First Officer, and he was now wondering if it had been a momentary bout of insanity that made him do something as stupid as become friends with a god damned Vulcan!
McCoy had been right when he had voiced his animated opinion of the matter. 'Are you out of your bloody mind?' He had said angrily, positively frothing at the mouth as he had stalked in front of the lounge chair in Jim's quarter. 'You're actually fraternizing with the hobgoblin?'
Jim had thought it funny how Bones had found his newfound friendship with Spock so distasteful, even though the two of them were on decidedly less than friendly terms, they still worked well together when the need arose.
'Come on Bones, being friendly never hurt anyone! You should try it sometimes, who knows? You might even like it!' Jim had said back, rolling his eyes as he clasped his hands behind his neck cockily, smirking at Bones' aghast expression. 'Friendly? I know your friendly, and I have no interest in being that friendly. Especially not towards that damn black-elf!'
'Fine, fine. Do what you want, but I'm gonna do what I want, too, you know. Stop being such a mother hen, Bones.'
The look he had received in reply had been a pointed, annoyed stare, but his eyes were softer than usual, an almost pitying look in his eyes.
It had made Jim frown.
If it was anything James T. Kirk disliked more than anything, it was to be pitied.
'I know, kid, but I just don't want to see you get hurt again.'
Shaking his head, he had stood up from his chair and slapped Bones on the back twice, smiling. 'Trust me, I'll try my best not to get strangled again. That's playing a little too rough for my tastes.'
The look on Bones' face had been priceless, it was such an dd mixture of disgust mingled with annoyance and possibly even a touch of fear.
'You know what? Don't tell me anything. Ever again!' Bones had shrugged Jim's hand off of his shoulder had had begun stalking towards the door with long, angry strides, Jim's laughter echoing in the cabin. Just before walking out of the room he had turned around, a weird look in his eyes. 'Just take care of yourself. And fuck you if you think I'll be helping you with any bruises you get while being friendly!'
Jim had thought that particular conversation to be just a little bit weird, but as with so many other things that didn't quite make sense, he ignored it and just took it as Bones being Bones, and that the man might had taken an early nightcap... at noon...
No, on the other hand, he was not so sure.
Who the fuck did that repressed, emotionally stunted and annoying as fuck Vulcan think he was?
With a grim look on his face, Jim was currently stalking down the corridors of deck seventeen, trying to shake off his annoying Vulcan tail.
Could that man not take a freaking hint?
He had been avoiding him for days!
And he till followed him!
Gritting his teeth he thought about that conversation.
Two days ago, he and Spock had faced the usual life-threatening-stuck-on-a-ship-about-to-explode-mission, and they had, after realizing that there was nothing more they could do on their end but wait for Scotty to work his magic on the transporter, decided to sit down, take it easy and talk.
Well, at least Jim had taken it easy as he had slid down the cold bulkhead wall and sat down tiredly. Spock on the other hand had not found sitting on the floor a viable option, instead he had opted for leaning against the bulkhead, arms crossed over his chest, looking perfectly calm and not at all worried that they were facing their deaths in less than one hour.
Thinking back on it now, Jim snorted. So freaking typically Vulcan!
As they were stuck on that ship, Jim had thought it to be a good idea to try and talk with Spock, making the time go faster as he waited for their rescue.
That was when it happened.
When Spock brought up one of the subjects that Jim hated to talk about the most!
A subject so vile it left a bad taste in his mouth. A subject so appalling he wanted to bleach his brain. A subject so taboo he had nearly forgotten it, or at least tried to ignore daily.
Family.
Or to be more precise, George and Winona Kirk.
It hadn't started out so bad, at first the conversation had been reluctantly amicable from Jim's side, and he could hardly fault his First Officer's curiosity as he had a somewhat deeper knowledge of Jim's family life than most people on the ship.
Although he had to hand it to Spock, when the Vulcan had crossed the line, he hadn't dilly-daddled with simply his foot over it, no, that would have been too normal. Too human.
He had gone the whole freaking mile across!
'It appears your father's absence made things... complicated for you.' Spock had said.
'Yeah, well, not a lot of kids have a perfect childhood, you know.'
'I am sure you are correct on that matter, but I was primarily talking about how it affects you now.'
Narrowing his eyes, Jim had glared up at Spock. 'What the heck is that supposed to mean?'
'I am simply stating that your father complex and possibly even your abandonment anxiety is a direct consequence of his absence.'
As he had listened to Spock's words, a red hot fury had enveloped Jim, and he had rushed onto his feet to stand in front of Spock, anger shaking his body. 'Who the fuck do you think you are? That is none of your business, even if it were true!'
'You should control your temper, captain. I am merely stating facts. Your father was missing throughout your childhood, and so was your mom. You resent them both for that, and instead of facing this problem head on, you seek comfort, acceptance and approval throughout meaningless salacious encounters, this is also fact, Captain.'
In an instant, Jim's fist had shot out, ready to strike, but it was almost instantaneously caught in a strong grip, brown eyes peering into blue.
'You deny this?'
'Fuck yes I do! Where the fuck do you get off on saying shit like that, you ass?'
Spock had ignored the question and had instead continued to speak. 'I have observed this detrimental behavior of yours for four point two-one-seven weeks. You have during this period approached five males and seven women. Four of those men were in their early to mid thirties. They were all men commanding respect and had noticeable presence. Your preference in men is a clear indication that you are pulled towards those who remind you of your father, or the image of your father that you have created in his stead. From what I know of your mother, your preference in women are her complete opposite as you tend to lean towards...'
'Shut up!' Jim had growled as he pried his arm away from Spock's grip. 'Don't give me your psycho-babble! Who the fuck asked you to analyze me?'
'As long as your behavior is detrimental to your health and possibly even sanity, I will put every effort into making sure you are fit to act as Captain.'
That had been the final blow for Jim. He supposed he should be grateful that Scotty had finally gotten the transporter working again, or he might have done a lot more than just kick the bastard of a Vulcan on the shin and stomp on his stupid foot!
As soon as they had materialized back onto the Enterprise, Jim had given his relieved crew a tense smile and excused himself as soon as possible, not sparing Spock a sideways glance and he had continued to ignore him ever since.
Though it appeared that Spock had had enough of being avoided as he had now stalked Jim the entire day, and Jim was beginning to run out of things to do that he could use as an excuse whenever Spock tried to approach him.
He really didn't want to go to the sickbay for a third time that day. Bones might think he was developing a crush on him or something!
Cursing his bad luck, Jim was approached by one of the ensigns.
"Captain, I would like to talk to you about the possibility to be transferred to the botany lab as I believe..." The brown haired woman said before Jim decided to tune her out. He had more important things to do, damn it!
Throwing a worried glance over his shoulder, Jim caught sight of a rapidly approaching Spock, and he gave ensign Stevens a rushed smile. "That's fine. Report to the paleobotany department at eight-hundred hours tomorrow. Please excuse me." Jim said, completely missing the woman's big, thankful smile as he hurried down the corridor.
However, he was soon caught by a strong hand, grabbing his shoulder, forcing him to stop.
His heart hammered a mile a minute within his body, and he could hear his blood strumming in his ears as that hot, heavy hand made itself so very noticeable with a tightening of the strong fingers. A sense of dread filled him, and Jim really wished he was somewhere else that moment. He didn't want to face Spock and his pseudo-psycho babble, his disapproving tone and his god damned superior Vulcan attitude!
And the gall of that stone-pillar of a man, chastising him for who he flirted with! Heck, he knew he was a bit of a flirt, but Jim hadn't actually gotten laid in months! And he was beginning to think a few pieces of vital equipment were beginning to wither away from non-use!
Jim had a deep attachment to those parts. After all, they had been through so much together!
Forcing himself to focus, Jim gritted his teeth and slowly turned around. "Spock. I am currently on my way to... sickbay... Bones wanted to see me. Can this wait?"
The steely gaze that met Jim's blue eyes made him swallow. Spock was not amused it seemed.
"No, Captain, it can not. I am sure Doctor McCoy can wait a few more minutes, after all, you have already seen him twice today, and I doubt the good Doctor would take kindly upon you wasting his time. Again."
Frowning Jim shrugged Spock's hand off of his shoulder and took a step back. At least now he could
breathe properly without that restriction in his chest, although his heart was still beating wildly, but he supposed that was simply the effect of being caught. "What do you want?" He all but spat out, ignoring the raised eyebrow that almost disappeared underneath Spock's ugly bowl-cut bangs. Stupid Vulcans and their stupid, ugly hair...
"Captain, I merely wish to-"
"Not here!" Jim said in a hushed tone, looking around. "If you have to talk, talk while we walk, Commander. Or wait until we reach somewhere less open." He stated and turned around and began to walk towards the turbo elevators.
Spock simply watched Jim's retreating form for a moment before following, hands clasped behind his back. "Very well. As per our earlier discussion, I admit that I might have been less than delicate as I approached that particular subject. I wish to apologize."
Rolling his eyes, Jim tried to suppress the now rising anger as Spock brought it up again. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."
"It appear as you are less than placated by my apology."
"You think?" Jim scoffed, running a hand across his face.
"Ow, fuck! My eye!" He called out and stopped momentarily, rubbing at his eye and blinking owlishly.
Spock's voice was surprisingly soft when he spoke."What is the matter?"
"Got something in my eye." He said, leaning his head forward and shaking it, as if trying to dislodge whatever was stuck to his eye.
He didn't have much luck in his endeavor as it only managed to make him dizzy as hell, and the tears that had threatened to fall were now being pushed out as he pressed his eyes shut, trying to regain his bearings and to settle his stomach.
"Do you require assistance?"
"No, I don't. Just leave me alone." Jim said as he began to walk down the hallway once more, rubbing his eyes, trying to wipe away both the tears, and whatever it was that had almost made him go fucking blind!
"Captain..."
Annoyed at the stupid Vulcan not getting the freaking hint, he growled. "Stop following me!"
"I will not, you are upset." Spock's voice was composed, like always, and that irked Jim. Quite a bit actually.
"Of course I am!" Jim spat, trying to pick up his pace. He had not walked more than a couple of meters when he was suddenly pushed into the wall.
"Let me go." He said, glaring through the tears that made his vision blurry.
"In a moment." Spock then proceeded to tilt Jim's head slightly to the right, both hands brought to Jim's cheeks. Jim's eyes were wide as he felt hot fingers trail his flushed skin.
"Please remain still." Spock said as he lowered his head, his breath a shock of warm, moist air on Jim's left cheekbone, right underneath his eye. What happened after took place so fast, Jim barely had time to register it. Suddenly Spock stood back up, and Jim blinked twice. Reaching up he wiped away the last of the tears, watching the dark eyelash on Spock's index finger.
"I... uh... Thanks." Jim said, desperately wishing for Spock to move away. The distance was too close for his liking, and although Jim was a very touchy-feely person, he desperately needed some personal space right about now.
Spock didn't reply, he simply inclined his head slightly and took a step backwards, hands once again falling into place behind his back.
"I... I'll be going now. We'll continue that conversation some other time. Chess next week?" Jim offered, feeling a bit stupid of how he had behaved earlier.
"If you would rather not continue the discussion, there is no need."
Jim shook his head. "No. It's fine... I might as well go along with you, if I have to do it at all... Who knows? It might be good for me?"
"I do believe it is unwise for humans to repress such matters in the 'long run', if my expression is correct." Spock then motioned with his right arm down towards the corridor and Jim nodded, walking down as Spock followed him.
"I believe you might be right, Mr Spock." Jim said, an uneasy feeling beginning to fill his stomach at the thought of having to talk about issues with Spock, but the infuriating Vulcan was right. As always. It was probably for the best to talk about it... at least try to.
And although Jim might not be looking forward towards his next game of chess with Spock, he takes comfort in the knowledge that there will be a next time.
xXxOoOxXx
Yawning, Lieutenant Giotto stretched his arms above his head in a desperate attempt to remove some of the kinks in his back. He was tired, hungry, bored and almost wishing for Scotty to blow something up again, just so he could have something to watch on the damned monitors as he was on Surveillance Room duty. Nothing ever happened while on Surveillance duty. You just stared at a bunch of monitors and tried not to fall asleep.
Grumbling to himself he was about to fight off another yawn as something on one of the monitors in sector seven Alpha caught his eye.
It was the Captain.
It was a crying Captain.
Sam frowned, but switched the feed to one of the larger monitors and turned on the sound just as Commander Spock entered the view.
"Captain." The Commander said, following the Captain closely.
At the sound of the Commanders voice, the Captain tensed visibly. "Stop following me!"
"I will not, you are upset." Spock said, closing in on the Captain. For a second Sam wondered what was going on. Sure, the two argued more often than not, but this seemed a bit different. He was intrigued.
"Of course I am!" Wakling faster, the Captainw as obviously trying to get away from the Commander, but before Sam had a moment to react, the Commande har reached out and grabbed the Captain by the shoulders and had him shoved up against the wall in an instant.
Sam growled. He might not have been the brat's best friend in the Academy, but the man was his Captain, and Samuel Giotto was a man who respected authority and gave respect where it was due, and not one, not even the Commander, was to abuse the Captain on his watch!
"Let me go."
"In a moment."
He was just about to get up and hurry towards the Captain when he threw another glance at the screen.
His eyes went wide as he sank deeper into the chair, staring at the image in front of him.
Commander Spock and the Captain were standing very close. The Commander's fingers on the Captains chin as the Commander was kissing the Captain!
Stunned, he could only watch as the Commander slowly pulled back, the Captain blinking owlishly, a dazed look on his face as blue eyes searched for brown.
"I... uh... Thanks." The Captains voice was soft, confused and perhaps just a bit tense. Soon enough the Captain broke eye contact and looked towards the ground, looking lost and vulnerable.
The commander took a step back and clasped his hands behind his back, his posture straight as always, but Sam thought it might be a little too rigid. Just a bit too forced.
Looking up,the Captain glanced at the Commander before speaking, a nervous tint to his voice. "I... I'll be going now. We'll continue that conversation some other time. Chess next week?"
The Commander almost looked surprised at the offer, but Sam couldn't be sure as the man was standing with his back towards the camera after all. "If you would rather not continue the discussion, there is no need."
The Captain shook his head. "No. It's fine... I might as well go along with you, if I have to do it at all... Who knows? It might be good for me?"
"I do believe it is unwise for humans to repress such matters in the 'long run', if my expression is correct." The Commander motioned for the Captain to begin walking down the corridor and Sam watched as they began to walk towards the end of the screen.
Just as they disappeared from view, Sam saw how the Captain smiled a slightly uneasy smile before responding. "I believe you might be right, Mr Spock."
As the screen went still once the pair had walked down the hallway, Sam sat stunned for a few minutes, trying to piece together what had just happened.
One: The Captain and the Commander were arguing.
Two: The Commander had pushed the Captain into the wall and then proceeded to kiss him.
Three: The Captain and the Commander were to have 'chess' and 'talk'.
Obviously the conclusion could only be one thing: The Captain and the Commander were in a relationship.
Sam Giotto was not a homophobe, far from it, actually, he was a closet romantic. He believed in romance, wooing, roses and chocolate. The whole nine yards.
Therefore he did not care who a person might fall for as long as there was love between them, and right now he could not be happier for the Captain and the Commander for having to found someone to lean on.
Each other.
Plus, it was his time to bring a movie to Sulu's weekly movie-nights. He had been stumped as to which one to chose, but he thought that particular problem had just been solved.
Smiling to himself he set out to make a copy of the seven Alpha recording.
xXxOoOxXx
Thank you for reading and please leave a review and tell me what you thought if you have the time.
Chapter four will contain the merits of pillow-talk, and Uhura considers using Romulan ale as brain-bleach.
Next chapter
Author:
joec_mn
Series: STXI
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3492 words
Warnings: Swearing, naughty language. Implied sex and misunderstandings.
Summary: The (supposed) epic romance of Spock and Jim. How it began and why
people think they're 'doing it'. Preslash. Misunderstandings galore and
pathetic attempts at humour.
This chapter is actually a bit late since I already uploaded it to my ff.net account, but I then forgot to post it so you guys could read it, too. I'm sorry for the long wait.
A Series Of Unfortunate Misunderstandings Chapter III
Previous Chapter
Thanks again for all encouraging reviews and kind words. I hope you will find this chapter somewhat entertaining, although I warn you, it is quite rushed as I had to hurry and finish so I could concentrate on my K/S ADVENT entry.
Please ignore any spelling errors as I have not had this Beta-read.
A Series Of Unfortunate Misunderstandings
Chapter Three
"Big Brother sees all, but sharing is caring!"
It had been one month, two days and roughly seven hours since Jim had begun this tentative friendship with his First Officer, and he was now wondering if it had been a momentary bout of insanity that made him do something as stupid as become friends with a god damned Vulcan!
McCoy had been right when he had voiced his animated opinion of the matter. 'Are you out of your bloody mind?' He had said angrily, positively frothing at the mouth as he had stalked in front of the lounge chair in Jim's quarter. 'You're actually fraternizing with the hobgoblin?'
Jim had thought it funny how Bones had found his newfound friendship with Spock so distasteful, even though the two of them were on decidedly less than friendly terms, they still worked well together when the need arose.
'Come on Bones, being friendly never hurt anyone! You should try it sometimes, who knows? You might even like it!' Jim had said back, rolling his eyes as he clasped his hands behind his neck cockily, smirking at Bones' aghast expression. 'Friendly? I know your friendly, and I have no interest in being that friendly. Especially not towards that damn black-elf!'
'Fine, fine. Do what you want, but I'm gonna do what I want, too, you know. Stop being such a mother hen, Bones.'
The look he had received in reply had been a pointed, annoyed stare, but his eyes were softer than usual, an almost pitying look in his eyes.
It had made Jim frown.
If it was anything James T. Kirk disliked more than anything, it was to be pitied.
'I know, kid, but I just don't want to see you get hurt again.'
Shaking his head, he had stood up from his chair and slapped Bones on the back twice, smiling. 'Trust me, I'll try my best not to get strangled again. That's playing a little too rough for my tastes.'
The look on Bones' face had been priceless, it was such an dd mixture of disgust mingled with annoyance and possibly even a touch of fear.
'You know what? Don't tell me anything. Ever again!' Bones had shrugged Jim's hand off of his shoulder had had begun stalking towards the door with long, angry strides, Jim's laughter echoing in the cabin. Just before walking out of the room he had turned around, a weird look in his eyes. 'Just take care of yourself. And fuck you if you think I'll be helping you with any bruises you get while being friendly!'
Jim had thought that particular conversation to be just a little bit weird, but as with so many other things that didn't quite make sense, he ignored it and just took it as Bones being Bones, and that the man might had taken an early nightcap... at noon...
No, on the other hand, he was not so sure.
Who the fuck did that repressed, emotionally stunted and annoying as fuck Vulcan think he was?
With a grim look on his face, Jim was currently stalking down the corridors of deck seventeen, trying to shake off his annoying Vulcan tail.
Could that man not take a freaking hint?
He had been avoiding him for days!
And he till followed him!
Gritting his teeth he thought about that conversation.
Two days ago, he and Spock had faced the usual life-threatening-stuck-on-a-ship-about-to-explode-mission, and they had, after realizing that there was nothing more they could do on their end but wait for Scotty to work his magic on the transporter, decided to sit down, take it easy and talk.
Well, at least Jim had taken it easy as he had slid down the cold bulkhead wall and sat down tiredly. Spock on the other hand had not found sitting on the floor a viable option, instead he had opted for leaning against the bulkhead, arms crossed over his chest, looking perfectly calm and not at all worried that they were facing their deaths in less than one hour.
Thinking back on it now, Jim snorted. So freaking typically Vulcan!
As they were stuck on that ship, Jim had thought it to be a good idea to try and talk with Spock, making the time go faster as he waited for their rescue.
That was when it happened.
When Spock brought up one of the subjects that Jim hated to talk about the most!
A subject so vile it left a bad taste in his mouth. A subject so appalling he wanted to bleach his brain. A subject so taboo he had nearly forgotten it, or at least tried to ignore daily.
Family.
Or to be more precise, George and Winona Kirk.
It hadn't started out so bad, at first the conversation had been reluctantly amicable from Jim's side, and he could hardly fault his First Officer's curiosity as he had a somewhat deeper knowledge of Jim's family life than most people on the ship.
Although he had to hand it to Spock, when the Vulcan had crossed the line, he hadn't dilly-daddled with simply his foot over it, no, that would have been too normal. Too human.
He had gone the whole freaking mile across!
'It appears your father's absence made things... complicated for you.' Spock had said.
'Yeah, well, not a lot of kids have a perfect childhood, you know.'
'I am sure you are correct on that matter, but I was primarily talking about how it affects you now.'
Narrowing his eyes, Jim had glared up at Spock. 'What the heck is that supposed to mean?'
'I am simply stating that your father complex and possibly even your abandonment anxiety is a direct consequence of his absence.'
As he had listened to Spock's words, a red hot fury had enveloped Jim, and he had rushed onto his feet to stand in front of Spock, anger shaking his body. 'Who the fuck do you think you are? That is none of your business, even if it were true!'
'You should control your temper, captain. I am merely stating facts. Your father was missing throughout your childhood, and so was your mom. You resent them both for that, and instead of facing this problem head on, you seek comfort, acceptance and approval throughout meaningless salacious encounters, this is also fact, Captain.'
In an instant, Jim's fist had shot out, ready to strike, but it was almost instantaneously caught in a strong grip, brown eyes peering into blue.
'You deny this?'
'Fuck yes I do! Where the fuck do you get off on saying shit like that, you ass?'
Spock had ignored the question and had instead continued to speak. 'I have observed this detrimental behavior of yours for four point two-one-seven weeks. You have during this period approached five males and seven women. Four of those men were in their early to mid thirties. They were all men commanding respect and had noticeable presence. Your preference in men is a clear indication that you are pulled towards those who remind you of your father, or the image of your father that you have created in his stead. From what I know of your mother, your preference in women are her complete opposite as you tend to lean towards...'
'Shut up!' Jim had growled as he pried his arm away from Spock's grip. 'Don't give me your psycho-babble! Who the fuck asked you to analyze me?'
'As long as your behavior is detrimental to your health and possibly even sanity, I will put every effort into making sure you are fit to act as Captain.'
That had been the final blow for Jim. He supposed he should be grateful that Scotty had finally gotten the transporter working again, or he might have done a lot more than just kick the bastard of a Vulcan on the shin and stomp on his stupid foot!
As soon as they had materialized back onto the Enterprise, Jim had given his relieved crew a tense smile and excused himself as soon as possible, not sparing Spock a sideways glance and he had continued to ignore him ever since.
Though it appeared that Spock had had enough of being avoided as he had now stalked Jim the entire day, and Jim was beginning to run out of things to do that he could use as an excuse whenever Spock tried to approach him.
He really didn't want to go to the sickbay for a third time that day. Bones might think he was developing a crush on him or something!
Cursing his bad luck, Jim was approached by one of the ensigns.
"Captain, I would like to talk to you about the possibility to be transferred to the botany lab as I believe..." The brown haired woman said before Jim decided to tune her out. He had more important things to do, damn it!
Throwing a worried glance over his shoulder, Jim caught sight of a rapidly approaching Spock, and he gave ensign Stevens a rushed smile. "That's fine. Report to the paleobotany department at eight-hundred hours tomorrow. Please excuse me." Jim said, completely missing the woman's big, thankful smile as he hurried down the corridor.
However, he was soon caught by a strong hand, grabbing his shoulder, forcing him to stop.
His heart hammered a mile a minute within his body, and he could hear his blood strumming in his ears as that hot, heavy hand made itself so very noticeable with a tightening of the strong fingers. A sense of dread filled him, and Jim really wished he was somewhere else that moment. He didn't want to face Spock and his pseudo-psycho babble, his disapproving tone and his god damned superior Vulcan attitude!
And the gall of that stone-pillar of a man, chastising him for who he flirted with! Heck, he knew he was a bit of a flirt, but Jim hadn't actually gotten laid in months! And he was beginning to think a few pieces of vital equipment were beginning to wither away from non-use!
Jim had a deep attachment to those parts. After all, they had been through so much together!
Forcing himself to focus, Jim gritted his teeth and slowly turned around. "Spock. I am currently on my way to... sickbay... Bones wanted to see me. Can this wait?"
The steely gaze that met Jim's blue eyes made him swallow. Spock was not amused it seemed.
"No, Captain, it can not. I am sure Doctor McCoy can wait a few more minutes, after all, you have already seen him twice today, and I doubt the good Doctor would take kindly upon you wasting his time. Again."
Frowning Jim shrugged Spock's hand off of his shoulder and took a step back. At least now he could
breathe properly without that restriction in his chest, although his heart was still beating wildly, but he supposed that was simply the effect of being caught. "What do you want?" He all but spat out, ignoring the raised eyebrow that almost disappeared underneath Spock's ugly bowl-cut bangs. Stupid Vulcans and their stupid, ugly hair...
"Captain, I merely wish to-"
"Not here!" Jim said in a hushed tone, looking around. "If you have to talk, talk while we walk, Commander. Or wait until we reach somewhere less open." He stated and turned around and began to walk towards the turbo elevators.
Spock simply watched Jim's retreating form for a moment before following, hands clasped behind his back. "Very well. As per our earlier discussion, I admit that I might have been less than delicate as I approached that particular subject. I wish to apologize."
Rolling his eyes, Jim tried to suppress the now rising anger as Spock brought it up again. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."
"It appear as you are less than placated by my apology."
"You think?" Jim scoffed, running a hand across his face.
"Ow, fuck! My eye!" He called out and stopped momentarily, rubbing at his eye and blinking owlishly.
Spock's voice was surprisingly soft when he spoke."What is the matter?"
"Got something in my eye." He said, leaning his head forward and shaking it, as if trying to dislodge whatever was stuck to his eye.
He didn't have much luck in his endeavor as it only managed to make him dizzy as hell, and the tears that had threatened to fall were now being pushed out as he pressed his eyes shut, trying to regain his bearings and to settle his stomach.
"Do you require assistance?"
"No, I don't. Just leave me alone." Jim said as he began to walk down the hallway once more, rubbing his eyes, trying to wipe away both the tears, and whatever it was that had almost made him go fucking blind!
"Captain..."
Annoyed at the stupid Vulcan not getting the freaking hint, he growled. "Stop following me!"
"I will not, you are upset." Spock's voice was composed, like always, and that irked Jim. Quite a bit actually.
"Of course I am!" Jim spat, trying to pick up his pace. He had not walked more than a couple of meters when he was suddenly pushed into the wall.
"Let me go." He said, glaring through the tears that made his vision blurry.
"In a moment." Spock then proceeded to tilt Jim's head slightly to the right, both hands brought to Jim's cheeks. Jim's eyes were wide as he felt hot fingers trail his flushed skin.
"Please remain still." Spock said as he lowered his head, his breath a shock of warm, moist air on Jim's left cheekbone, right underneath his eye. What happened after took place so fast, Jim barely had time to register it. Suddenly Spock stood back up, and Jim blinked twice. Reaching up he wiped away the last of the tears, watching the dark eyelash on Spock's index finger.
"I... uh... Thanks." Jim said, desperately wishing for Spock to move away. The distance was too close for his liking, and although Jim was a very touchy-feely person, he desperately needed some personal space right about now.
Spock didn't reply, he simply inclined his head slightly and took a step backwards, hands once again falling into place behind his back.
"I... I'll be going now. We'll continue that conversation some other time. Chess next week?" Jim offered, feeling a bit stupid of how he had behaved earlier.
"If you would rather not continue the discussion, there is no need."
Jim shook his head. "No. It's fine... I might as well go along with you, if I have to do it at all... Who knows? It might be good for me?"
"I do believe it is unwise for humans to repress such matters in the 'long run', if my expression is correct." Spock then motioned with his right arm down towards the corridor and Jim nodded, walking down as Spock followed him.
"I believe you might be right, Mr Spock." Jim said, an uneasy feeling beginning to fill his stomach at the thought of having to talk about issues with Spock, but the infuriating Vulcan was right. As always. It was probably for the best to talk about it... at least try to.
And although Jim might not be looking forward towards his next game of chess with Spock, he takes comfort in the knowledge that there will be a next time.
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Yawning, Lieutenant Giotto stretched his arms above his head in a desperate attempt to remove some of the kinks in his back. He was tired, hungry, bored and almost wishing for Scotty to blow something up again, just so he could have something to watch on the damned monitors as he was on Surveillance Room duty. Nothing ever happened while on Surveillance duty. You just stared at a bunch of monitors and tried not to fall asleep.
Grumbling to himself he was about to fight off another yawn as something on one of the monitors in sector seven Alpha caught his eye.
It was the Captain.
It was a crying Captain.
Sam frowned, but switched the feed to one of the larger monitors and turned on the sound just as Commander Spock entered the view.
"Captain." The Commander said, following the Captain closely.
At the sound of the Commanders voice, the Captain tensed visibly. "Stop following me!"
"I will not, you are upset." Spock said, closing in on the Captain. For a second Sam wondered what was going on. Sure, the two argued more often than not, but this seemed a bit different. He was intrigued.
"Of course I am!" Wakling faster, the Captainw as obviously trying to get away from the Commander, but before Sam had a moment to react, the Commande har reached out and grabbed the Captain by the shoulders and had him shoved up against the wall in an instant.
Sam growled. He might not have been the brat's best friend in the Academy, but the man was his Captain, and Samuel Giotto was a man who respected authority and gave respect where it was due, and not one, not even the Commander, was to abuse the Captain on his watch!
"Let me go."
"In a moment."
He was just about to get up and hurry towards the Captain when he threw another glance at the screen.
His eyes went wide as he sank deeper into the chair, staring at the image in front of him.
Commander Spock and the Captain were standing very close. The Commander's fingers on the Captains chin as the Commander was kissing the Captain!
Stunned, he could only watch as the Commander slowly pulled back, the Captain blinking owlishly, a dazed look on his face as blue eyes searched for brown.
"I... uh... Thanks." The Captains voice was soft, confused and perhaps just a bit tense. Soon enough the Captain broke eye contact and looked towards the ground, looking lost and vulnerable.
The commander took a step back and clasped his hands behind his back, his posture straight as always, but Sam thought it might be a little too rigid. Just a bit too forced.
Looking up,the Captain glanced at the Commander before speaking, a nervous tint to his voice. "I... I'll be going now. We'll continue that conversation some other time. Chess next week?"
The Commander almost looked surprised at the offer, but Sam couldn't be sure as the man was standing with his back towards the camera after all. "If you would rather not continue the discussion, there is no need."
The Captain shook his head. "No. It's fine... I might as well go along with you, if I have to do it at all... Who knows? It might be good for me?"
"I do believe it is unwise for humans to repress such matters in the 'long run', if my expression is correct." The Commander motioned for the Captain to begin walking down the corridor and Sam watched as they began to walk towards the end of the screen.
Just as they disappeared from view, Sam saw how the Captain smiled a slightly uneasy smile before responding. "I believe you might be right, Mr Spock."
As the screen went still once the pair had walked down the hallway, Sam sat stunned for a few minutes, trying to piece together what had just happened.
One: The Captain and the Commander were arguing.
Two: The Commander had pushed the Captain into the wall and then proceeded to kiss him.
Three: The Captain and the Commander were to have 'chess' and 'talk'.
Obviously the conclusion could only be one thing: The Captain and the Commander were in a relationship.
Sam Giotto was not a homophobe, far from it, actually, he was a closet romantic. He believed in romance, wooing, roses and chocolate. The whole nine yards.
Therefore he did not care who a person might fall for as long as there was love between them, and right now he could not be happier for the Captain and the Commander for having to found someone to lean on.
Each other.
Plus, it was his time to bring a movie to Sulu's weekly movie-nights. He had been stumped as to which one to chose, but he thought that particular problem had just been solved.
Smiling to himself he set out to make a copy of the seven Alpha recording.
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Chapter four will contain the merits of pillow-talk, and Uhura considers using Romulan ale as brain-bleach.
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