The Start of Something - Star Trek XI - Kirk/Spock - R - (3/6)
Title: The Start of Something
Pairing: Spock/Uhura, eventual Jim/Spock, Chekov/Sulu
Rating: R
Length: 1,154
Warning: Unbeta'ed. Some cursing, nothing major.
Summary: Five times Jim wanted to kiss Spock; and the one time he did.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek. And no amount of begging and pleading will change that.
A/N: Enjoy! :) I slipped some Chekov/Sulu in there because they're so damn adorable!
Part 1
Part 2
The next night, instead of the usual mass of paperwork he had to complete, Jim was content to sit in rec room 4 and watch Chekov be bombarded with presents and cake for his eighteenth birthday. Jim sipped his punch slowly, tasting the vodka that it had been spiked with. Jim shook his head and smiled slightly.
“Captain?” Jim swallowed heavily and his eyes darted up to meet Spock’s, before quickly looking away. It was so damn awkward for him to look at Spock now. All shift he had managed to distract himself with the paperwork his yeoman brought him, but now Spock was standing right in front of him and he couldn’t ignore him any longer.
“What’s up Spock?” He asked in what he hoped was a cheerful tone, with no undertones of I want you.
“May I sit with you?” Spock looked uncertain, and that confused Jim. Surely Spock didn’t know that Jim was purposely avoiding him.
Not that Jim would do something that childish.
Of course not.
“Yeah! Yeah of course!” And if his voice sounded slightly hysterical and crazy, Jim ignored it and Spock had the decency to pretend it didn’t happen.
Spock slid into the empty chair across from Jim and fixed him with a calculating look. Jim just stared at him for a moment before sticking his tongue out. Spock narrowed his eyes and sat back in his chair while Jim grinned with a childish glee.
But Jim’s not childish.
“Captain, have I done something that displeases you?” Spock asked suddenly, and Jim fumbled with the cup he was lifting to his mouth and set it back down on the table. He traced the condensation on it with his finger as he studiously ignored Spock’s gaze.
“Don’t be silly Spock.” He mumbled before smiling halfheartedly at a point just over Spock’s right shoulder.
“I assure you Captain-“ Spock began, before Jim interrupted him.
“Spock. How many times have I told you to call me Jim?” Jim asked, heaving a long suffering sigh that was only slightly overkill.
“Fifty-six times, Jim. And I assure you that Vulcans are never silly.” Jim stared at him in disbelief.
“Well that’s a bunch of crap.” Jim retorted, looking back down at his cup.
“I fail to understand how excrement pertains to this conversation.” Spock replied, but as Jim peeked up at Spock’s face, he saw the glint in his eye.
“Right there! You’re being silly!” He cried, finally smiling at Spock like he meant it.
“Jim. You still have not answered my question.” Jim’s momentary happiness was gone, and the worry gnawed at his stomach. He can’t know. He’ll find it illogical and probably never speak to me again.
“Yes I did.” Jim lied, and Spock raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him.
“Jim-“ Spock started, but was interrupted by Chekov flinging himself at Jim.
“Keptin! I have secret to tell you!” Chekov shouted, steadying himself with a hand on Jim’s shoulder. Spock’s gaze snapped to that hand and his eyes narrowed infinitesimally. Jim looked at him in confusion and when Spock’s eyes snapped up to meet his, Jim became confused at the anger-was that anger?-he saw. Before he could think about it further, Chekov drew his attention away by whispering loudly in his ear.
“Wodka was inwented in Russia!” Chekov told Jim, before he slithered to the ground in a heap of giggles and started muttering in Russian. Jim stared at him in bemusement before grinning widely and looking at Spock, momentarily forgetting that he was supposed to be avoiding Spock’s gaze and company, because it made him all tingly.
James Tiberius Kirk doesn’t do tingly.
“Oh man. Sorry, Captain. I’ll get him to bed.” Sulu appeared behind Jim’s shoulder and smiled down at Chekov. “He’s obviously had too much punch.” Sulu leaned down and scooped Chekov up in his arms as if he weighed nothing.
“Hikaru! Moĭ spasitelʹ…” Chekov cried, throwing his arms around Sulu’s neck. “You alvays take care of me.” Chekov nuzzled his nose into Sulu’s neck, oblivious to the flush that was creeping up it.
“Um. Night, Captain!” Sulu was hurriedly backing away with Chekov held securely in his arms. “Commander.” Spock nodded at Sulu, who nodded back before turning and striding from the rec room.
“What just happened?” Jim asked incredulously, because he wasn’t sure he could believe what he had just seen.
“Ensign Chekov just called Lieutenant Sulu his savior.” Spock replied, eyebrow raised and just a hint of a smile on his lips.
Jim felt The Urge-and it totally deserves the capitalization in his mind, because this was so not good-shoot through him again at the sight of that small smile. Jim’s eyes widened and he grasped his cup tightly to stop himself from doing something utterly fucking stupid like grabbing Spock’s face and dragging him across the table and kissing the crap out of him…
Jim abruptly stood, interrupting whatever Spock was saying, because he just couldn’t handle this right now.
“I gotta go.” He blurted, turning to leave.
“Jim.” Spock stood as well, and reached out as if to stop Jim, but then brought his hand back to his side. “Are you well, Jim?” Spock asked softly. Jim nodded, and then spotted Uhura over Spock’s shoulder, looking at them curiously. Jim felt his heart drop. Even without the reasoning that Spock wouldn’t welcome Jim’s attraction toward him, Spock was still with Uhura.
Jim could be a dick sometimes, but not that much of a dick. If Spock was happy with Uhura, he wasn’t going to do anything to mess that up.
“Actually, no. I don’t feel good at all. I’ll see you later, Spock.” Jim whispered, quickly turning and darting out of the room.
“Jim!” Spock called, following him into the hall, but Jim just darted into the turbolift.
“Seriously Spock. I might puke.” Jim mumbled as Spock strode into the ‘lift with him and pressed the button for the deck with their quarters.
“All the more reason for me to assist you.” Spock said, staring at Jim with and unreadable expression in his eyes.
“Go back to the party, Spock. You left Uhura.” Jim said, looking down at his boots.
“Nyota will manage.” Spock replied. “Although, I do not understand why-"
“Spock,” Jim interrupted, “I just need some space right now.”
“Understood, Captain.” Jim flinched at the tone and the spasm of pain that went through his chest at Spock’s return to professionalism. I deserve it.
Spock turned to the doors of the turbolift and didn’t look at Jim even when the doors opened on their deck. Jim stepped out and turned to Spock, maybe to apologize, maybe to assure himself Spock wasn’t completely mad at him, but the doors closed before Jim could fully turn around.
Defeated, Jim turned and stumbled to his quarters. He really did feel like he was about to throw up.
Part 4