Spirk Drabbles

My T'hy'la

        As I entered the bridge as per usual, I noticed something peculiar; Captain Kirk was absent. However, it is normal for him to be slightly late on the occasion, so I brushed it off and went to my station.

        Ten minutes passed and he had still not arrived. "Lieutenant Uhura, you have the bridge."

        "Yes, sir." Nodding towards her, I left the room and made my way to his quarters. It is illogical for Jim to be absent from the bridge...unless he has fallen ill.

        "Captain Kirk?" I called, receiving no response. "...Jim?"

        As I went further into his quarters, I saw him, still in bed with a bowl of unfinished, soggy cereal on his nightstand. He was concerningly pale; he was white as a sheet. He was sniffling constantly, and his cough was so severe I thought he would begin to cough up blood. He was clearly weak, and his eyes were half-closed as though he was deprived of sleep. "Spock," he spluttered, "don't take me to sick bay. Please."

        "I must. You are not well." I picked him up, the captain thrashing in my arms in protest. Adorable. No-- yes. You cannot-- yes, you can. He's in your arms-- no, it is illogical! You do not--

        "Are you okay, Spock?" Jim sniffled. His icy blue eyes held concern and sympathy, like two welcoming pools to his soul.

        "I am well," I replied, "but you are not." After a moment, I made a most illogical decision.

        I planted a kiss onto his forehead as he closed his eyes with a smile, pulling him into a light slumber.

•••

        I placed him onto a bed and called for Doctor McCoy. "Good God, what happened?"

        "He is not well; I have come so that you may advise me of how to...take care of him."

        He sighed in annoyance. "All right, I'll teach you how to babysit a hopeless, sick captain." He began to lecture me on what to feed him, what I should do for him, and what I should encourage him to do, but it all went in one ear and out the other; my find was filled with Jim. My adorable young Captain. Stop it! You cannot feel--

        "Were you even listening to me?" My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Doctor McCoy's irritated voice.

        "I will take him back to his quarters, Doctor. Thank you." Careful not to wake him up, I held him in my arms and carried him back to his quarters.

•••

        "Jim."

        He slowly opened his eyes. Upon seeing me, he jumped at our proximity. "Jesus Christ, Spock, you scared the absolute shit out of me."

        "I did not intend to frighten you. Doctor McCoy has instructed me to administer a hypospray every evening. I was simply about to do so."

        "Oh, God, not a hypo!" He burrowed further into his unnecessarily large pile of blankets, enough to cover everything below his eyes. Those eyes. Those adorable eyes. They begged for mercy.

        Dropping the hypospray I held onto the ground, it hit the carpet with a soft clatter and I closed the distance between us. The kiss was fierce, passionate, hungry; it felt like it belonged.

        When we finally pulled apart, I uttered one word.

        "Fascinating."