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Captain Kirk had done it again. He’d opened his mouth and turned what should have been a perfectly routine mission into an absolute disaster.

At least the cell he was in was nice enough, certainly not as bad as others he’d been in. it was spacious with a firm mattress on the bed and a screened corner for toileting. He wasn’t even chained to the wall, which was pleasant. If only he could figure a way out, or at least a way to contact the ship. He’d comm’d Spock to confirm all was well only minutes before things had turned sour and the Enterprise wasn’t expecting to hear from him for hours yet. Still, they’d rescue him eventually.

Part of him was regretting the choice not to bring Spock along on this mission, but the Aleans were an insular bunch, choosing not to explore the stars despite having the technical capabilities to do so, and command had recommended bringing only humans to the first meeting so that they could acclimatise slowly. They so desperately wanted to get this planet, rich as it was in natural resources, to join the federation.
Jim snorted. The Aleans had proved not just insular but down right repulsed by outsiders, looking down on Jim, Bones and the rest of their small landing party with a mixture of disgust and curiosity.

Luckily, their curiosity had won out, and Uhura had used every trick in her arsenal to wow them with her swift acclimation to their language and customs. How anyone did this job without someone as good as her, he’d never know.

Jim wondered where the rest of the party was now, if they were in cells like his or worse. Perhaps the Aleans had taken pity on them and not punished them for his mistake, if you could call it that. It wasn’t the first time he’d been imprisoned for speaking his mind. Aliens could be weird about that kinda thing. But then, so could humans, he supposed.

He distantly remembered a note in the briefing that mentioned the importance of partnership within the Alean culture and once again cursed his big mouth. He just hadn’t realised that these couples were only made up of differing genders, of which there were many. Any other combination was acceptable, but apparently even discussing same-sex partners was considered treasonous.

Eventually, the hatch on the thick iron door slid open. Jim expected to see the sleek, skeletal face of an Alean guard, but was pleasantly surprised to see the angular face of his favourite Vulcan. He couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across his face.

“Spock! Thank God you’re here, now hurry up and get me the hell out.”

“Calm yourself, Captain. I am here to negotiate your release with the Aleans who. I have been escorted to this detention facility to observe your good health.” Spock ran his eyes over Kirk’s face and down his body. “It seems that on this occasion, you are indeed unharmed and in good physical health. Even your shirt has survived.”

Jim tried to ignore the heat that rose to his face when Spock surveyed him and offered a small, encouraging smile. Spock might be acting even more aloof than usual in front of the Alean guards who were no doubt with him, but the reference to Jim’s unfortunate habit of destroying shirts during their escapades was designed to amuse and reassure him. Jim was grateful for the consideration to his mental state.

“What about everyone else? Bones, Uhura and the rest.”

“Also perfectly well. The Aleans have behaved with the utmost consideration for your wellbeing."

Jim couldn’t stop the eyeroll that overtook him. He could feel Spock’s disapproval at the action, but at least Jim was free from a lecture, for now.

“I admit I am not overly certain as to what transgression you performed to be imprisoned in this manner, but the Aleans seem quite aggrieved. I shall have to use all my power as acting captain to procure the release of yourself and the rest of the landing party.”

“Command won’t be happy if you push them into rejecting us,” Jim replied. “Try to keep things peaceful and avoid force if possible.”

“As I have received no word from Starfleet command on how to proceed, I shall use my own judgement and do what it takes to restore the crew to the Enterprise, sir.”
“I see. In that case, I leave my fate in your capable hands, Commander.”

He had expected Spock to make a glib comment about fate, but none came. He simply nodded and moved away from the hatch which was slammed closed without ceremony. Jim tried not to feel like his only means of escape had been closed.

*

Jim needn’t have worried. Thanks to Spock’s unequalled skills in diplomacy – no doubt learned from his father – Jim and the landing party were free and back aboard the Enterprise in under two hours.

Once Bones had confirmed that there were no injuries to be treated, he fixed Jim with an appraising look. “I can’t actually fault you for this one Jim, although Lord knows I want to. You stood up for your morals without getting injured, and they still wanna join the Federation. Maybe you’re starting to mature a little.”

Jim laughed and gestured to Spock who was debriefing the rest of the landing party. “It’s hardly my doing Bones, you gotta thank Spock for all the good stuff.”

“Yeah yeah, Mr Pointy here saved our asses again. I get the point.”

Spock, who had finished with the rest of the party, appeared at Jim’s shoulder. “As much as I appreciate your acknowledgement of my part in your rescue, I would have preferred not to be needed at all. What was it that caused relations to degrade so quickly? The Aleans gave very little detail.”

Taking a deep breath, Jim launched into an explanation, frequently interrupted by Bones and his particular brand of description.

It had been going well. Although the Aleans were a private group, they had seemed open to the idea of meeting more representatives and learning about both the Federation and Starfleet. To make them feel at ease, Jim had started to describe the various races the Aleans were likely to meet, as well as any particular people the federation were likely to send.

“That,” Jim said heavily, “Is when things went pear-shaped.”

“Pear shaped? That’s the understatement of the century.” McCoy butted in “That shit hit the fan faster than my dad falls asleep after Thanksgiving dinner.”

Spock raised an eyebrow at the doctor’s particular turn of phrase but didn’t comment.

“All I did was mention Admiral Thorne and suggest that the Aleans might want to meet his husband too, the man has incredible thoughts on the use of strange energies.” Jim sighed. “But apparently, same sex marriage is not something the Aleans are fond of. The more I tried to reassure them, to explain that they weren’t hurting anybody… well. They weren’t interested in listening, and we ended up in a dungeon.”

“I see,” Spock said. “I suggest you include this occurrence in your report to the admiralty.”

Despite Spock’s neutral expression, Jim felt the friendly jab. Spock was frequently frustrated (not that he’d admit it) by Jim’s habit of understating their adventures to the brass. But after that disaster before Kahn, they’d come to an understanding and discussed the paperwork before submitting it.

Jim smiled “Of course, Commander. Whatever makes you happy.”

And if his heart fluttered a little at the look in Spock’s eye when he said that, well. Nobody else needed to know.

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2 months later

The bridge was awash with light and sound, the way it always was during a red alert. Jim was thankful for the adrenaline rush keeping all the comments straight in his head.

“Shields at 15%, Captain.”

“Casualties on decks 6 through 12, Captain.”

“Unable to contact Starfleet Command, Captain.”

Only Spock was quiet, standing at his side, ready to jump into action at the slightest suggestion from his Captain. Jim tried to draw from that stoicism.

“Keep trying, Uhura. Sulu, keep us out of reach of those lasers. One more hit and we’re done for.”

“Aye sir.”

Jim reached for the arm of his chair. “How are we doing down there, Scotty?”

“It’s not good Cap’n. We’ve suffered a lotta damage.”

“Can we go to warp?”

“I wouldn’t chance it sir, you’d be risking a breach.”

“Keep me updated, Kirk out.”

Doing his best to appear calm, Jim looked up at Spock. “Looks like we’re shooting our way out of this one, Commander.”

Spock inclined his head. “Indeed Captain, but it will be difficult with power as low as it is.”

“What do you suggest?”

“We must get as close as possible, we cannot afford to fire a second time.”

Jim nodded before addressing the rest of the bridge. “I want as much power as possible diverted to shields. We’ve only got enough power for one shot and we need to be close. Can you get us there Sulu?”

“I haven’t failed you yet, Captain.”

“Good. As soon as you get a shot, fire on their weapons systems. Then we’ll be able to hold them until backup arrives.”

“Aye sir.”

It didn’t take long for backup to arrive, thankfully. Usually, Jim wasn’t appreciative of other Starships stepping into his messes, but today he welcomed it. He welcomed it a lot more when he saw that the Captain was a friend of his, and quite happy to leave Jim to his own devices once the trouble had been taken care of.

The past few months had been week after week of vital missions, most of them perilous. Jim and his team needed shore leave, desperately. Desperately enough that Jim was ready to beg, bargain and threaten his way into it during his debrief with the admirals later that day. He said as much to Spock as they waded their way through paperwork and oversaw repairs.

“As much as I see the logic in your desires, Captain, I must caution you against threatening Starfleet Command.”

“I promise to save that particular tactic as a last resort,” Jim said with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. From the eyebrow Spock raised at him, he was unsuccessful.

“I calculate an almost 80% chance that our next shore leave will be postponed should you threaten the admirals.”

“Like I said, last resort. I’ll only try it if shore leave is nowhere in sight anyway.”

Spock turned his attention fully to the pad he was reading from. Jim suspected that he was holding back a sigh. So, as had become his habit when they were alone, he supplied the gesture himself. Spock didn’t even look up.

It had been a game, at first, to see if Spock would notice (obviously he did) and complain (he did), but the longer it went on, the more they found it helpful. Spock’s emotions were considered without him having to be the one to consider them, and Jim felt even closer to his first officer. He was the only person in the universe that Spock would even acknowledge having emotions with, let alone share them.

Apparently, he’d tried with Uhura, but since breaking up their friendship was a little strained. So, Jim now took on the role of emotional confidant which he was all too happy to do. Hopefully, once Spock and Uhura regained their footing, Spock would feel comfortable opening up to even more people.

Jim realised he was staring into space and tried to bring himself back to focus on the report he was supposed to be reading about the damages on deck six. He forced himself to stare at the page, but the letters had just stopped making sense. Sighing, he dropped his head onto the table.

And pushed himself immediately upright again when Spock’s hand caught his forehead before it could make contact with the thick surface.

“Woah, Spock! Give a guy a warning before you kiss him on the forehead like that.”

“I was attempting to prevent you from giving yourself a head injury,” Spock replied.

“Like that? It was hardly going to do any real damage.”

“Nevertheless, you already have a headache and since you are not planning to ask Dr McCoy for assistance, I felt it better to avoid the possibility of compounding the problem.”

Jim frowned. “How did you know I have a headache?”

“Aside from the fact that you’ve been awake for at least 18 hours, lead us through an extreme altercation and haven’t drunk nearly enough water today?” Spock asked.

“Yes, aside from that. And stop rolling your eyes at me.”

“I’m doing nothing of the sort, Captain. Your shoulders are stiff, you are squinting at your PADD and keep losing your train of thought. Your usual habit of continuous motion or “fidgeting” has ceased, and you have the slightest flinch at loud noises.”

“Your metaphoric eyes,” Jim clarified idly, “But how do you know that means I have a headache?”

Spock made a small head tilt that Jim interpreted as a shrug. “They are among the most common outward signs that you have a headache, as such, I watch out for their appearance.”

Jim wasn’t sure how to respond to that. As a general rule he watched out for others, not vice versa. That was unless you counted Bones, but his usual waspishness and aura of resignation regarding his job ensured that Jim felt mild amusement rather than touched by his concern.

But this? Spock had taken the time to notice these infinitesimal signs and see the pattern. Not only that, but he’d tried to help as well. It made Jim a little uncomfortable, as being looked after always did, but for the first time in a long time there was a little spark of pleasure too.

He offered his first officer a grateful smile. “Thanks Spock, but really. I’d appreciate it if you’d let me know if you’re going to grab me without warning.”

Spock raised a concerned eyebrow “Of course, Captain. I hope you know I would never do anything to hur-“

“Yes of course I know that, Spock,” Jim replied, “I just like to know, so that I can think pleasant thoughts for you, that’s all.” And not think about how soft your hands are against my face, Jim added to himself.

“That is appreciated but not necessary, Jim. Nevertheless, I shall take your wishes into account.”

Jim softened. “Thanks Spock, I know I might not make sense to you but-“

Before he could reassure Spock about the illogical nature of humans, a communications request came through from the admiralty. Jim fought the urge to bang his head against the desk, if only because he knew that Spock would stop him again.

He accepted the call before quickly finger combing his hair and brushing down his – thankfully not torn – shirt. Spock remained at his side going over paperwork, even going so far as to take Jim’s PADD and the report on it for himself. Some captains might ask their seconds to leave, or at least pay the admiralty more attention, but Jim knew that Spock was more than capable of doing both. He really was very lucky to have him.

When the familiar face appeared on the screen, Jim’s tense shoulders relaxed and a more genuine smile spread across his face.

“Chris! If I’d known you were the one calling, I wouldn’t have bothered combing my hair.”

“You call that combed kid? You need to sort yourself out.”

Admiral Christopher Pike looked well, much better than the last time Jim had spoken to him. He was glad; he’d really thought Chris was going to die after the stunt Kahn pulled. But looking at him now, you’d never guess he’d spent a months in a coma.

“Trust me sir, it’s better than it was.”

“Hmpf. You should take a leaf out of his book!” Chris gestured to Jim’s left. “Hey Spock, how are you doing?”

Spock looked up. “I am faring adequately, Admiral. How are you?”

“I’m glad to hear it my friend, just let me know if Jim becomes too much of a pain in the arse and I’ll nip over there and whip him into shape.” Chris gave Spock a conspiratory wink “And I’m doing well, thank you for asking.”

“Me? A pain? Never!” Jim grinned.

“I hope you do not take offense when I say that I have it on good authority that you are what is colloquially known as a drama queen, sir,” Spock said.

Jim felt his face go slack in disbelief while Chris tried to cover his laugh with a cough. Spock’s eyes sparkled with amusement and Jim felt a warmth so hot it hurt stab through his stomach. A year ago, Spock would never have been so openly teasing in front of another person, especially not an admiral. Jim couldn’t help but feel responsible for the growth in his friend.

Eventually, Chris stopped laughing and Jim picked his jaw up from the floor.

“Shall we get onto business then?” Jim asked, and launched into a brief explanation of the events that lead up to their earlier firefight. He must’ve done a good job because Spock didn’t interrupt him once.

Chris nodded along until Jim was done. “Okay, that seems to line up with the reports we’ve received. Is there anything else you need while I’m here?”

Jim straightened. “Actually, sir, I had hoped to discuss our upcoming shore leave plans? It’s been several months since we’ve had any real time off.”

Chris winced. “Ah, yes. I know it’s been a long time, but we have one more mission we need you to complete before that. Well, it’ll largely be you two and a select group of representatives, the rest of your crew will have plenty of downtime. And I’ll personally ensure you have extra leave afterwards.”

Jim and Spock exchanged glances. “Why does it feel like you’re trying way too hard to paint this in a good light?”

“Because I am,” Chris sighed “You really aren’t going to like this.”

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“Wait, we’re doing what?”

Spock watched as the captain crossed his arms at the front of the conference room just 24 minutes after their call with Admiral Pike. The room wasn’t full, but the level of annoyance coming from the occupants was enough to press uncomfortably against his fatigued mind. He brushed it impatiently away – if even he was feeling fatigued, how were the others coping?

“We’re doing another mission, Bones, what is so hard to grasp?” the captain asked. Spock assumed that the question was rhetorical.

“What’s so hard to grasp is why the hell they want us there.”

“Honestly, your guess is as good as mine,” replied the captain.

The conference room was quiet after that. When Pike had revealed that the Enterprise was to be present at the ceremony welcoming the Aleans to the federation, even Spock had been caught off guard. Jim had argued, of course, but Pike had been surprisingly firm. This was the event of the year and there was nobody else Starfleet command considered up to the job. It was up to them to make it work.

Spock looked around, trying to gauge the opinions of the humans around him. McCoy was slouched in his chair across the table, blue eyes narrowed in a way that signalled his displeasure as clearly as any of his complaining. Next to him Uhura sat upright and alert. She was chewing on her bottom lip, a sure sign that she was working an idea over in her head. On her other side, Mr Scott was leaning back in his chair wearing the expression he usually took on when considering a particularly complex problem with the warp core.

“It just makes nae sense,” he said. “They imprisoned the lot a ya down there for nothin’ but mentionin’ a gay man. Starfleet cannae expect this to go well.”

“Obviously,” replied Sulu from beside Spock, “So what we need to do now is decide what we’re going to do when we get there.”

“Ve cannot let anything jeopardise zis mission, but I do not like ze idea of forgiving zeir actions,” agreed Chekhov from down the table.

A murmur of approval echoed his statement. Spock was glad that the crew he worked with were so steadfast in their morals; glad enough to exchange a glance with the captain at the noise, trusting Jim to read his emotions the way he always did. It had been hard work, learning to embrace his human side like this, but it was worth it.

Jim uncrossed his arms. “It’s going to be difficult, but we’ll manage Maybe they’ve even come to regret their response. Once command have sent over a more detailed plan of the weekend, we’ll have a better idea of what we’re up against and maybe even an idea as to why they want us there at all. For now, I want you all to focus on getting some rest.”

Nobody spoke, although Spock thought Uhura looked tempted to.

“We’ve got four days to get over to the Alran System. As soon as I have the latest information, so will you. Uhura, you’ll be making a report on the language and the culture to the beamdown party the night before arrival. Any questions? No? Dismissed.”

The group slowly got to their feet. McCoy raised his voice over their shuffling. “We mean it about the rest folks. If I hear about any of you working in the next twelve hours, I will personally confine you to sick bay. Paperwork can wait.” He glared at Spock then, who acknowledged the order with a nod.

The room emptied as Spock and Kirk gathered up their belongings. By Spock’s calculations, it had been approximately 20.8 hours since the captain had last slept, but he didn’t look like he was planning on doing so anytime soon. Although his headache seemed to have abated, his mouth was set and his shoulders were tense. He was likely suffering the after affects of an adrenaline rush brought on by the earlier confrontation as well as further tension from the unexpected mission.

Spock cleared his throat. “Captain, would you be amenable to a game of chess? Despite the late hour, it is unlikely that I shall be able to sleep in the near future.” It wasn’t a lie; he would need to meditate before sleeping.

Jim grinned at him. “It’s Jim, Spock, but yes I’d love to. Your quarters or mine?”

“Wherever is your preference, Jim.”

***

Spock was awoken by a chime at his bedroom door. It was unusual for him to sleep so late, but seeing as he was bound by Dr McCoy’s orders not to work, it was only logical to do so.

“Enter.”

It was the captain, bearing a cup of coffee, his PADD, and scowl. “You’ll never guess what the brass wants us to do no-ow oh, you’re still in bed!”

“Affirmative, Captain.”

Jim didn’t respond for several seconds, his eyes fixed somewhere above Spock’s left ear.

“Oh, well. Um. I apologise for intruding on your privacy, I can come back in a bit.”

“There is no need, Captain. I am now awake and functioning at usual capacity.” To illustrate his point, Spock rose from the bed and wrapped his robe around himself. He gestured towards the table. “Please sit down and I shall prepare tea.”

Spock set about steeping his tea while the captain sipped at his coffee. It was unusual to have someone observe him so early on in his day, but Spock did not find the presence of the captain troublesome. Quite the opposite, in fact.

He settled opposite his friend and Jim pushed the PADD over the table, a decidedly unhappy look in his eye. Spock scanned through the document. Then, he read it again. Finally, he looked up at Jim with a raised eyebrow.

“They suspect the Aleans of acting with hostile intentions and require our presence in case of a breakdown in negotiations. This is hardly the first time we have performed such a mission, Captain,” Spock said evenly.

“No,” agreed Jim, “But the guest list is massive and we’re one of only two ships. They also want us to play taxi to a few ambassadors and such. Your parents are on the list, I think.”

Spock brought up a different document. Jim was right – the guest list was extravagant. There were representatives from all the major federation members (including Vulcan) and a few more besides. Meanwhile, the number of Starfleet personnel was lower the usual. It was likely, then, that the admiralty wanted this problem dealt with finesse rather than threats of violence.

But then why ask the Enterprise? They already had a negative reaction with the planet’s leadership and were likely to incite further discord. It made no sense. Until, of course, it did.

“Ah,” said Jim, “You’ve got it. I’ve comm’d the rest of the bridge crew to meet us in the conference room for a breakfast meeting, so get dressed and let’s go. That is, unless you need to meditate or something first? I don’t really know what your morning routine is like.”

Spock drained the last of his tea before standing. “I require only 8.7 minutes to perform my ablutions after which I shall be prepared to leave.”

***

The emotions in the conference room were more cheerful this morning, Spock thought. He wondered how long that would last after Jim explained the extent of the admiralty’s veiled orders.

“Alright you lot, let’s get down to business,” Jim said. They were in their usual places around the table, with Jim standing at the head. He liked to move around while he talked. “Bones, did you have to cuff anyone to bed in the end?”

There were some amused noises from around the table which Spock put down to some form of joke that he did not understand. The doctor was grinning at the question which led Spock to the conclusion that it was sexual in nature.

“I wouldn’t tell you if I did, Jimmy, but I can tell you that as far as I can work out, nobody here disobeyed my orders.” He paused to give Spock a suspicious glance “But that’s presuming that this one hasn’t found some way to hide his computer logs from me so that he could spend his early morning filing paperwork.”

Jim laughed “Don’t worry Bones, I can personally guarantee that Spock was sleeping soundly in bed this morning.”

“Can you now?” the doctor asked with a look Spock had never seen before.

“Affirmative,” Spock replied. “I was awoken by Jim requesting access to my quarters at 0800.”

“That’s late for you,” said the doctor, suspiciously.

“Indeed, I was up late with the captain the night before and as I was under orders not to work, I elected to use the time for an extended rest.”

“I see,” said the doctor. He looked at Jim with a look that Spock couldn’t decipher. Jim was faintly blushing but seemed to ignore the look.

“Right, back on track. Do you wanna hear the news or not?” Jim didn’t wait for anyone to answer before continuing his speech.

“The information is as follows. We have a potential new federation member, and officially we are there to act as chaperone and security for some federation VIPs. However, Starfleet have heard some whispers about potential hostilities, which is where our real mission comes in. We’re gonna be on the ground sniffing this thing out and, potentially, being used as bait. Or a human shield, depending on the circumstances.”

Silence reigned while the crew took that in. Since Spock already knew this information, he looked to his captain who looked confident and composed. Spock did not need to touch him to know he felt anything but.

“So, we’re just gonna go down there and get into trouble to prevent the ambassadors being targeted?” Sulu asked.

“That’s about right,” Jim answered.

“Wow,” said Doctor McCoy “Who’d you piss of this time?”

Kirk frowned and turned to Spock. “Nobody recently, I don’t think…”

“Not that I am aware of, Captain.”

“I didn’t think there was. So I guess we should start making some preparations. I’ve forwarded you all the itinerary, guest list, dress codes and all the other paperwork. It’s nothing that we haven’t done before. But does anyone have any thoughts on our particular mission?”

“I believe I have an idea, Captain,” said Uhura.

“Go ahead, Lieutenant.”

“We’ve already established that they really don’t appreciate queer relationships, so let’s go with that.”

Kirk was frowning at this “What do you mean?”

“I mean, let’s all pretend to have partners, or even better pretend amongst the landing party. I’m sure you and McCoy, or Sulu and Chekhov could pull it off.” Sulu and Chekhov slapped palms in that usual way of theirs, which Spock understood meant that they enthusiastically agreed with something. “We’d have to be careful about regulation, sir, but I believe we could do something. Having someone to hate would keep them from threatening the delegates.”

Jim smiled. “I like the way your head is going Uhura, let’s keep brainstorming.”

Spock found himself drawn into the discussion of various plans and schemes, but for some reason, kept coming back to Uhura’s suggestion

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Jim was stressed.

To be fair, Jim was usually stressed, but the past two days had been extremely stressful and it didn’t look like things were going to calm down anytime soon.

They were just approaching Starbase 21 and the diplomats they were due to pick up. It wasn’t one of Jim’s favourite jobs, what with the bowing and scraping, but at least it would give him something to think about other than the upcoming mission to Alea.

The mission on which he would have to pretend to be in a serious romantic relationship with one of his senior officers. Unfortunately, the ambassador’s interruption meant ironing out the particulars as soon as possible, which saw the bridge crew back in the conference room. They were trying to organise who would be pairing up with varying success. Sulu and Chekhov were an obvious choice, and Uhura would obviously be finding someone else, probably Nurse Chapel.

Which left Jim, Spock, Bones, and Scotty.

While Bones might seem like Jim’s obvious choice, that would never happen. They were too close, like brothers. The very idea of pretending to date Bones sent disgust shivering down his spine. He couldn’t speak for Bones, of course, but he imagined his friend felt the same way.

Foremost on Jim’s mind, however, was Spock. Even the ever-logical Vulcan had agreed to join the plan, which meant he would, for all intents and purposes, be dating one of them. The thought made Jim nervous – he didn’t really know much about intimate Vulcan relationships and he doubted any of the others did either. The last thing he wanted was for Spock to feel uncomfortable. Maybe it would be best if he paired with Spock? But then he knew that could be interpreted as an order, which brought him back to the possibility of causing discomfort.

But then, he was the captain, and sometimes that meant causing discomfort.

He shifted forward in his chair, bracing his forearms against the table. He had zoned out for much of the conversation but now it was time to get things moving.

Spock had noticed him move and was looking at him expectantly. Everyone else was still talking so Jim cleared his throat. Unsurprisingly, it was Bone’s grumpy tones that quieted last.

Jim cast a quick look at the clock. They had very little time.

“That’s enough chatter. Have you managed to come to any decisions without my supervision?”

There was silence.

Jim nodded. “Okay, then we go by rank which leaves me with Spock and Bones and Scotty as the final pair. Now let’s go over ground rules.” He knew he was likely talking very fast, but he was stressed, this was important, and the VIPs were on his doorstep. Luckily Spock knew his tendencies and was already taking notes to send out afterwards.

“One,” he began “This does not interfere with the main mission, at all. I don’t want to see anyone prioritising this over the actual festivities. Two, no non-consensual touching of any kind. I suggest you establish limits with your partner before we get there.” Jim paused to glare here, hoping it would get his point across. “Finally, this is top secret. You are not to disclose this plan with anyone outside this room, apart from Nurse Chapel, or we could all end up planetside for the rest of our careers. Any questions?”

Everyone replied in the negative.

“Good, then you’re all dismissed. And don’t leave your consent talk to last minute.”

Bones grumbled. Scotty rolled his eyes. Sulu grabbed Chekhov in a squeezing hug that looked a little like a headlock if you asked Jim.

At least Jim could rely on his crew to react predictably. Speaking of, he turned to Spock with what he hoped was a relaxed expression. “I have to nip back to my quarters before we meet the ambassadors, do you want to come with me or shall we rendezvous there?”

“Given that I also need to change into my dress uniform, I shall accompany you, Captain.”

Ah crap, Jim had forgotten about his dress uniform – he was just planning to pick up a few things. By the look on Spock’s face, his inattentiveness was noted, but not yet burdensome. Good.

They made for the turbolift. Jim cleared his throat. “I hope you aren’t too uncomfortable being paired with me for this. I wasn’t sure how else to hurry the proceedings.”

“On the contrary, Captain, your decision to make pairs based on rank is logical. Furthermore, you are my closest companion on the ship. I predict I shall be much more convincing partnered with you than Dr McCoy or Mr Scott.”

Jim considered Spock and Bone’s usual style of conversation. “I believe you are correct as usual, Mr Spock,” he agreed with a smile.

They split up to change, Jim just remembering his PADD on his way out of the door. Lucky too, because the bosun whistle sounded just as he exited. He didn’t bother listening to the person on the other end.

“I’m going, I’m going,” he called into it before meeting Spock back at the turbolift.

Spock raised an eyebrow but said nothing at Jim’s flushed face and hurried gait.

Jim took the short journey to calm himself and smooth his hair. He could practically feel Spock's eyes on him.

“Something on your mind, Commander?”

“You appear distressed, Captain. As such, I am attempting to visibly assess your wellbeing.”

“I see. What is the result of this examination?” Jim tried to keep his voice light, determined to master his stress.

“I believe you are overworked and fatigued, although I admit that this is largely based on my prior knowledge of the situation. A recommended treatment would be plenty of rest and recreation.”

Jim gave him a half smile “Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna be happening anytime soon.”

The doors opened. Jim was almost certain that he heard Spock sigh behind him.

***

It was hours later when Jim finally had a moments peace. He slumped against his desk, debating whether to comm Bones with their secret code to BRING THE FUCKING ALCOHOL. Eventually he decided that he didn’t want to risk it with so many important guests aboard.

The VIPs were going to be on the ship for a single day and they still managed to create problems. What was with these people? They couldn’t just take a room they were offered for one night?

Well, they weren’t all bad. A few of the ambassadors and envoys he knew quite well, and they all seemed quite content. Even Spock’s dad had been polite, for a change. Maybe he and Spock really were working on their relationship. Amanda seemed to think so.

A knock at the door revived Jim from his musings. He rose with a smile expecting to see Bones with a bottle of something. The man had the eerie ability to pop up with whatever it was a person needed. He reckoned it was a doctor thing, but Jim privately thought it was his dad muscle needing a little exercise.

It wasn’t Bones, but Jim was glad to see Spock’s face despite having spent much of the day with him. He had dispensed with his dress uniform and was back in his science blues. As good as he looked a little dressed up, Jim much preferred Spock looking as relaxed and comfortable as he did in his regulation uniform. Or at least, as relaxed and comfortable as Spock ever looked, but Jim could tell. He could always tell.

“Hey,” Jim greeted with a smile, “I hadn’t expected to see you again so soon.”

Spock tilted his head a little. “Is this a Terran way of politely requesting that I leave?”

Jim smiled “Of course not Spock. I like to think we have the kind of relationship where I could just ask you to leave."

"Of course, Captain. That would actually be my preference for any relationship. Incidentally, it is that which I have come to discuss with you.”

“You have?” Jim was taken aback a little. He didn’t think he’d done anything to upset Spock today, had he?

“Indeed,” Spock continued “We have yet to discuss our plans for our upcoming faux relationship.”

“Oh, that!” Jim couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about that.

Spock raised an eyebrow in a way that practically screamed I knew you’d forgotten.

Jim gestured to the seat in front of him “Would you like to sit down, Spock?”

Spock sat. This was going great so far. Now the only thing that awaited was to actually have the conversation. Jim clasped his hands in front of him. Then he laid his hands flat on the desk. Then he crossed them in front of his chest. Finally, he clasped them again.

Of course, Spock noticed.

“You appear uncomfortable, Captain.”

Jim considered this. “I am a little. And it’s Jim, especially for this conversation.”

“Very well, Jim. Why are you uncomfortable?”

“I’m not entirely sure. I think I just want to make sure that you’re not too uncomfortable.”

Spock gave his almost glare that meant his human half was rolling his eyes. Jim supplied the movement while Spock responded. “I am well accustomed to the concept of a romantic relationship and predict with almost certainty that I will not be made to feel uncomfortable at any time.”

“Excellent,” Jim said “Then you’ll have no problem starting off this conversation. As I presume I am more experienced than you in this particular area, you are going to need to tell me a little bit about what is and isn’t acceptable within this context.”

Spock gave Jim the eyebrow raise that Jim was fairly sure meant you’re an idiot. “Perhaps you could start by suggesting typical Terran romantic indicators and we can work from there.”

“Okay, let’s start with basics. I presume hand holding is off limits?”

“I would accept this only whilst wearing gloves. Is this a common gesture of romantic intention? Nyota never broached this with me.”

“One of the most common, but any form of touching works. What if I were to put my arm around your shoulders or your waist instead?”

“Like this?” Spock came round the desk and awkwardly clutched at Jim’s shoulders. It was quite sweet really.

“Not quite, Spock. Here, let me show you.” Jim rose from his seat and dragged Spock into the bathroom they shared. Then, using the mirror and some slight poking, he and Spock managed to arrange themselves into a fairly non-awkward hug type situation.

And then he realised that he was actually here. Hugging Spock. In the bathroom.

He quickly disengaged their embrace and lead the way back to the desk. Spock had been rather quiet during the entire exchange.

“So,” Jim began “How was that for you?”

“Satisfactory. I believe I will be able to replicate the stance without further instruction. What other actions should we employ?”

And so the conversation went on.

Chapter Text

It was quiet on the bridge, much quieter than Spock was used to. On any other day that might have been a pleasant experience, but today it was in response to an altogether unpleasant stimulus. Spock would have much preferred the bridge to be its usual hive of activity. But, as the captain would say, Spock was out of luck.

They were approaching Alea, the planet on which the command team would be staying for the next four days. That was, providing all went to plan. While this would usually be cause for celebration for the Beta shift, they seemed to have picked up on the sombre mood of the Alpha team, much as they were trying to hide it.

Spock glanced at the captain who was talking quietly with Lieutenant Hodders who would be taking over while they were away. Hodders was a good man and excellent at his job; Spock would not be surprised if he made Captain one day. But still, he felt disquieted at the idea of leaving him in charge of the Enterprise for so long, particularly as he would be their only backup should the Aleans decide to cause trouble.

The captain quickly finished his conversation with the man and addressed the room at large. To most, he would seem relaxed with his wide smile and open arms, but Spock could see the lines of tension around his eyes and in the set of his shoulders.

“Attention everybody, we will be leaving in just a few short moments, but before I go, I want to repeat the mission here; those of you remaining on the Enterprise are surveillance and backup only. I don’t want to hear of any heroics from any of you. Monitor all frequencies and be on guard for any unidentified ships or the like.  You do not interfere unless I order it, or you do not hear from the away team every 6 hours. Clear?”

There were no responses, which on the Enterprise was a definite positive – Jim was very vocal about the need for people to ask their questions before things went wrong.

“Good,” Jim grinned “Then away team, you’re with me. Let’s go make sure our guests are suitably escorted.”

Spock dutifully followed everyone else into the turbolift and on to the shuttle craft they would be piloting down. While they usually would have beamed down, Kirk wanted a way out should things go wrong. Plus, it enabled the entire group to arrive at once. It was entirely logical.

It was also entirely logical that Sarek and Amanda would seek out their son whilst they were preparing for boarding and launch, a behaviour on which Spock’s plan relied. He and Jim had realised the night before that his parents would need to know something of their plan – it would be far too suspicious if they questioned their faux relationship.

“Father, Mother,” he began in Vulcan, pulling them aside once they had exchanged greetings, “I have knowledge I need to impart upon you.”

“Yes?” replied his father, sensing his discomfort but making no move to alleviate his stress.

Spock swallowed, realising too late that he didn’t much want to have this conversation. Perhaps he should have let the captain do it. “It is a matter of some discretion; I trust you will keep this information to yourself.”

“Of course, dear,” replied his mother.

“Then you should know that for the duration of this mission, Captain Kirk and I will be engaged in a romantic relationship. Together.”

Amanda’s face wrinkled, and although Sarek’s expression didn’t change, Spock could sense his father’s confusion.

“The information we were given gave explicit instructions to remain in mixed-sex pairings at all times,” he said.

Spock nodded. “Affirmative, but we have a unique situation at present.”  

Sarek raised an eyebrow “And I presume that you are not permitted to divulge the particulars?”

“Affirmative.”

“In that case, I wish you well in your new relationship, however long it may last.”

“You have my thanks.”

Amanda said nothing but gave Spock a short embrace which he lightly returned.

They rejoined the bulk of the party just moments after leaving with no one the wiser as to the content of their conversation. Just as Spock had anticipated.

Kirk insisted on piloting the shuttle. Spock should have predicted that, but he was slightly preoccupied with their upcoming mission and thus had not put any thought into who would be steering. But of course, Jim decided it would be him, and so Spock would be taking the seat beside him as copilot. The rest of the bridge crew, joined by Nurse Chapel, were interspersed with the rest of the passengers in their nominated pairs. Spock expected his father to take note.  

Inside the cockpit, Kirk gave Spock a small smile. “How’d it go with your parents?”

“Adequately, thank you Captain. All systems showing green.”

“Do you think they’ll reveal our secret? Acknowledge all systems.” Jim slowly pushed up on the throttle.

Spock considered the question as they navigated their way out of the hangar. “No. Indeed, my father wished our relationship well.”

“Did he really?”

“I have already stated as such, Captain.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Stop calling me Captain. We’ve established you need to call me Jim more often to fit with the role.”

“Apologies, Captain.”

As intended, the captain laughed. The sound made Spock feel content. They were approaching a potentially hostile planet with a plan designed to create discord, and still he could make Jim Kirk smile. Spock counted that as a personal victory.

***

They were directed to a rendezvous point where they met a group of stoic looking Alean guards. Spock identified four of the large group as being amongst those that he met whilst negotiating for the crew’s release. Judging by Uhura’s report on Alean body language, they were not much happier today than they had been then. He said as much to Jim as they were rising from their seats.

“Okay, that’s just what we expected. Let’s try not to cause a disaster first thing, shall we?”

“Of course not, Jim, but it may be prudent to test the waters, as you say, before the formalities truly begin.”

Jim smiled at him and put on his uniform hat. “Once again, you’ve read my mind, Mr Spock.”

Spock hoped that the rest of the crew would be as pragmatic. He’d have liked to establish a firm plan beforehand, but they just didn’t know what type of celebrations would take place, or how they’d be received. They would have to make a judgement at the time.

As much as Spock disliked having no solid plan, it was probably just as well. Jim never stuck to their plans anyway.

It took some time shuffling everybody out of the shuttle, what with the Aleans double and triple checking everybody through security. It was not very efficient. Either they expected their system to be faulty, in which case they should improve it, or they expected their system to be easily bypassed, in which case they should improve it. Judging by facial expressions and body language, Spock did not think he was the only person dissatisfied by the inefficacy. Luckily, nobody complained aloud. Spock predicted that would not be taken well by the Aleans.

After 1.26 hours, they were shuttled to the city centre via a form of tram that ran on the planet’s unique energy lines. Similar to the Earthen superstition of “Ley Lines”, this strange energy could be found flowing all over the planet, not unlike a liquid. It was one of the reasons that the federation wanted Alea to join so desperately – they needed to know what power like that could do.

Unfortunately, the tram was rather small which made for an unpleasant trip. Standing at the back with Jim, Spock took a moment to shut his eyes and strengthen his mental shield against the shuffling crowd. An Orian official came millimetres from brushing against Spock’s hands, despite doing her best to give the Vulcan room. Jim suddenly grasped hold of the offending woman and whirled her around to his former spot at Spock’s side. He flashed her his usual smile.

“Take my spot, Senator, you’ll have more room.”

She nodded her thanks and turned her back on the pair, trying to give them some space.

Jim turned his smile to Spock, letting it drift from the practiced diplomatic grin to his crooked half-smile. Slowly, he leant forwards and braced his arms on either side of Spock, effectively caging him off from the touch of others. They were standing very close now, though Jim was very careful not to touch him, and Spock could see a tension in Jim’s eyes.

They stayed that way for 7.3 seconds, looking at each other. Then, Spock closed his eyes and resumed his shield maintenance, feeling Jim’s body relax around him as he did so.

The pair of them remained that way until the tram arrived at the citadel in the city.

“You ready?” Jim asked, straightening.

“I believe so, Captain,” Spock replied. Then he placed a light hand on the small of Jim’s back as they disembarked, assuring Jim that yes, he was ready for every part of this mission.

Chapter Text

You had to give it to them, Jim thought, the Aleans knew how to throw a party. They were at the welcome feast, and boy was it welcoming. The Aleans had pulled out all the stops, offering a range of favours, foods, and beverages.

Admittedly, the admin hadn’t been great. It had taken them an age to get into the city what with being stopped at every turn and then forced onto that damn bus thing. But now they were here? Well, it might actually be worth it, if they lasted long enough to take full advantage of it.

So far, it had been going well, but Jim had noticed a few dirty looks thrown their way from various Alean dignitaries. They hadn’t even done anything coupley yet, and already the Aleans were looking down on them. Still, he and Spock made the rounds, chatting to various acquaintances all the while subtly shepherding the rest of their crew members towards a relatively secluded table at the back of the room. Spock remained alert and scanned the area whilst Jim focussed on checking in with his friends.

“How’s it going so far, anyone had any problems?”

“Not yet, but I don’t like the way those Aleans are looking at us,” replied Bones

“Nor I,” agreed Scotty.

Uhura wrinkled her nose. “I’m pretty sure at least one of those stuck-ups was talking about how dirty we are. Like, disgusting, not literally unclean.”

“You have my thanks for clarifying,” Spock said while everyone else made varying expressions of disbelief and displeasure. Jim was sure his own face was doing something similar.

“Well that’s fine, we can handle a few insults. Any hints at anything more sinister?” Kirk tried to get it back on track.

“I think we were being followed for a bit,” Sulu said, “But maybe we’re just tense.”

“Okay, look out for anything like that everybody. Uhura, you keep your ears open too.”

“Will do, Captain,” she replied.

“Good. Keep a special eye on Admiral Thorne if you can. We’ll rendezvous again after dinner.”

“Wery good, Keptin,” said Chekov.

Everyone else nodded and dispersed into their pairs leaving Kirk and Spock to themselves. They stood side by side, Kirk leaning against the decorated table, Spock in his usual parade rest. They were quiet as they watched their friends rejoin the ebb and flow of people around the room. Kirk had to concede that he felt almost peaceful, standing with his friend in the quiet corner of the beautiful ballroom, despite the danger that likely lay ahead. And, despite warning the team not to start with their secret operation until absolutely necessary, he felt the sudden urge to reach out and touch Spock.

He probably would have done had they not been so rudely interrupted by an incredibly welcome voice.

“There you are! I thought you two had orders to schmooze.”

Kirk leapt up and around Spock, practically bounding into Chris’s personal space. Anywhere else, he’d have hugged him. But at this particular party, a crushing handshake would have to do.

“Admiral,” Spock greeted “I am gratified to see you here, but I must confess I had not expected it.”

“Or me!” Kirk punctuated this with a light squeeze to Chris’s shoulder, still not letting go of his hand “You could have said you’d be here; I’d have complained less!”

Both Spock and Chris appeared sceptical.

“Okay, I wouldn’t have. But I’d have meant it less. That counts for something, right?” 

Spock raised and eyebrow and Chris rolled his eyes.

“Sure kid, whatever you say. Now tell me, what were the lot of you doing over here just a few minutes ago? I know it wasn’t just happenstance.”

Kirk shrugged “Just checking in with the team. Things are a little tense.”

“Uh huh.” Chris peered at the pair of them. “And you’re all in same-sex partners rather than the recommended male/female pairings because…?”

“Well for one, it’s just rude to enforce who your guests chose to socialise with. For another, that’s a pretty strict binary to which I do not subscribe. And finally, well…” Kirk dragged out the pause with a shit eating grin he just knew would infuriate both Chris and Spock “Because sometimes a little trouble can be helpful on a mission like this. Plus, I don’t see your female partner around anywhere.”

Chris turned to Spock, his voice low and urgent “This is the plan? You know they’ll probably react worse than last time.”

“It is a logical plan, Admiral, considering the task set for us.” His voice held no inflection, and the words were typically straightforward. But something about his face suggested that he did not approve of their clandestine mission. Or maybe he could see it because Jim knew he disapproved.

Chris obviously got the point. “I wouldn’t have agreed to let you come if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

“The Enterprise and her crew will handle any mission she is allocated. That does not mean she should be given every available mission."

Jim raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t realised Spock was feeling the same strain as the rest of them. It was apparent that neither had Chris.

“Trust me, I know,” he replied, “I don’t know what’s going on, but someone is definitely pushing you lot and there’s not much I can do about it.”

Jim nudged him with his elbow, looking out over the room. “We know you’re trying, Chris. We don’t blame you.”

“Affirmative, Admiral. We hold you in the highest regard. But our lack of time to rest or plan effectively has offered us few choices if we are to be successful here. Hence, the plan.”

Chris drained his glass. “Just… be careful, yeah?”

“Always!” Jim clapped him on the shoulder. “Now, go find Number One and try to enjoy yourself.”

Chris gave him a look that somehow managed to be equal parts amusement and despair as he went. Jim was almost certain he was the only person who could prompt Admiral Christopher Pike to look like that, an achievement of which he was particularly proud.

Spock gestured towards the mingling guests. ‘Perhaps we should rejoin the party, Captain.’

“How many times do I have to tell you; it’s Jim,” he replied as they wound their way around tables and decorations seemingly grown from the floor, shoulders brushing companionably.

“My apologies, Captain.”

Jim grinned at that. “Stop sassing me, mister.”

“I would never presume to do such a thing,” Spock said, although Jim knew it was a lie. “Furthermore, I do not see why you call me ‘mister’ when I am not permitted to call you ‘captain’.”

“I meant it as a term of endearment.”  

Spock’s brows furrowed, but Jim was fairly sure that there was some amusement there too. “I am quite certain that it is not a usual term of endearment, Jim.”

Jim felt himself pinking but forced himself to shrug “No it isn’t, but it fit the context.”

“And what context would that be?” Spock was speaking quietly. It made Jim shiver.

Wait, Spock was making him shiver like… that? What has happening?

“Giving a non-serious order to my friend,” he said.

Spock leaned in, looking for all the world like he was making a private comment to his superior officer. “Just a friend, Captain?” he asked. It came out like a purr.

Jim blinked and turned to look Spock in the face. His eyes were amused, certainly, but there was something else in them, a look that suggested he was focussing on more than just their present conversation. So, Jim leaned in closer and dropped his voice to just a whisper, trying to match Spock’s general demeanour.

“This isn’t like you, what’s going on?”

“I am testing a theory, Captain.”

“What theory? And please stop saying Captain like that. It brings back some… particular memories.”

Spoke raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on that last bit. Thank God. “We are being observed by several Alean guards. I was interested to know if they would consider our whispered talk worthy of disruption, or if perhaps they had a way of noting the content of our discussion.”

“So… you’re flirting with me to see if they can hear us?”

“Affirmative, Jim.”

Jim couldn’t help the flirty grin that spread across his face “I like the way you think, Mr Spock.”

“I am well aware, Jim.” Spock straightened, giving Jim some space “However, attention on us has dissipated somewhat, so I presume that we are not being overheard, nor that they have particular issue with us having a private conversation. At least, not enough to cause a scene.”

Jim nodded “Good to know. Excellent thinking, Spock. Now let’s get on with out party duties, shall we?”

“Indeed, Captain.”

Jim pretended to glare at him.

Chapter Text

Spock disliked parties. As a general rule, they were noisy, crowded, uncomfortable and provided very little to stimulate his mind.

This party, however, was proving to be incredibly interesting.

For one, he had a clandestine mission that required great attention be paid to a people about whom he knew very little.

For two, he genuinely liked a relatively large percentage of the guests. 5%, by his calculations.

For three, he was exhausted and spending a larger than usual amount of energy on maintaining normal function. Jim and Doctor McCoy would likely say that he was holding himself together with sheer spite. Spock did not think that they would be wrong in this instance.

And for four, well. There was Jim.

That is not to say that there was anything unusual about this. Jim attended over 99% of the parties that Spock frequented, usually because they were a part of his job description. But Jim’s presence at his side on this particular occasion felt… invigorating.

But not only was it invigorating, it was also relaxing, grounding. Spock was finding he enjoyed it. He did not want to think about what that meant, however, so he spent his time trying to focus on his enjoyment rather than consider it. He was successful in his attempts.

He leant into Jim’s shoulder companionably as they sat down to dinner, taking a look at the rest of their table. He was gratified to see his parents as well as an unfamiliar Alean couple and the Tellarite ambassador and her companion. So far the Tellarites had been remarkably unargumentative, but the longer they waited, the bigger the eventual argument was likely to be. Hopefully between themselves and his parents, they would be able to prevent a large scale affair.

‘Good evening,’ Jim bowed his head to the Aleans across the table. ‘I’m Captain Kirk, and this is my first officer, Commander Spock. We are honoured to be invited back to your wonderful planet.’ Spock offered his own nod while Jim turned to the rest of the table. ‘Ambassadors, it is a pleasure, as always.’

‘Captain Kirk,’ said G’lon, the Tellarite ambassador, ‘I would say it is a pleasure, but it would be a lie.’

‘And I would thank you for your honesty, but that would also be a lie,’ Jim replied.

While Jim engaged the Tellarite in harmless bickering, Spock turned his attention to the Aleans at the table. They were tall, taller even than himself, and wrapped in fine robes that sparkled in the light. Both had gill-like slits in their throats and temples, but where one was midnight blue, the other was a rather unfortunate shade of mustard yellow.

‘And how are you enjoying the festivities thus far?’ he asked them conversationally, but loud enough to include his parents who were sitting across the table.

‘It has been most illuminating and incredibly interesting,’ the yellow Alean replied. ‘I am called Shor, and this is my partner Gralin.’

‘It is a pleasure. This is Ambassador Sarek from Vulcan and his wife, Amanda. Ambassador G’lon from Tellar and her companion.’

‘We are gratified to be here,’ Sarek said. ‘From what we have seen so far, this planet and your people will be welcome editions to the federation.’

Content that his father was now be prepared to make conversation with their hosts, Spock turned his attention back to Jim’s argument with the Tellarites which was beginning to escalate.

‘Really, Captain,’ G’lon said, ‘The concept shouldn’t be so hard to grasp-‘

‘Perhaps I have an incompetent informant,’ Jim smoothly replied.

While Tellarites loved to argue, the tone of this disagreement suggested that it was on the cusp of devolving into a more forceful altercation. It was time for someone to steer the conversation to more peaceful topic.

‘As much as I appreciate your mutual display of discursive prowess, perhaps we should take this time to take in the wonderful culture around us.’

As if on cue, the serving staff appeared from around the room bearing trays loaded with plates and the table quieted down to inspect their food. The first course appeared to be a form of salad made of leaves and berries in varying shades of blue and purple. Under the clatter of plates and cutlery, Spock leaned in close to Jim.

‘Did you disclose all of your dietary requirements?’

‘I had Uhura pass it on, but there’s never a guarantee with Alien cuisine,’ Jim replied while delicately poking at the unusual looking plants on his plate.

‘I shall bear that in mind. As I do not have a tricorder on my person, I am unable to check all of the ingredients.’

‘You came to an alien planet without your tricorder?’ Jim grinned. ‘My my, Mr Spock, you’re a changed man.’

‘Do not be absurd, Captain. My tricorder is in my overnight bag.’

Jim snorted and looked to be about to reply when he was interrupted by Shor. ‘This is a popular dish in the area, with all the ingredients grown locally.’ Although his words were mild enough, the look he was giving Spock and Kirk was clearly displeased.

‘Oh, really?’ Spock asked while Jim moved decisively away from him. ‘Is agriculture a large part of the local society?’ He knew it was thanks to Uhura’s briefing, but this seemed a safe topic of conversation. While most Aleans had been content to let Jim and Kirk speak quietly together whilst moving around, it seemed that doing so in their immediate vicinity was not to be accepted. He made a note to report his findings to the team after the meal.

They spoke at length about Alea’s farming practices over the next two courses and things seemed almost peaceful. The salad had a slightly acidic taste which Spock found odd, but not unpleasant. The same could not be said for the second soup course which was quite overpowering. Jim cast him a wide-eyed glance of discomfort which caused Amanda to chuckle across the table.

Then Jim had an allergic reaction and the feeling of peace vanished.

Spock’s first clue was Jim’s sudden tension, followed immediately by Jim’s hand grasping his forearm with a strangled gasp. Thinking only of his friend’s survival and not of the political situation, Spock turned Jim’s chair towards him, kneeling down in front of him.

‘Someone please fetch Dr McCoy,’ he asked without looking at the table. He was too busy fishing in Jim’s pockets for his antihistamine hypo. He was aware that he was likely touching Jim in ways that were distasteful for the Aleans, but at that moment he didn’t much care. In fact, it might even give their faux relationship credence.

Because of the angle at which Jim was sitting, Spock had to tear the pocket of his trousers to reach the medicine. Knowing that it would amuse him even while he struggled to breathe, Spock apologised to Jim for tearing his clothes before stabbing the hypo into his neck. It was all he could think of to bring some comfort to his captain and, therefore, himself.

Jim gasped a less strangled sounding breath ‘You can tear my clothes of anytime,’ he replied in a wheeze.

Spock was unsure how to respond to that but was saved the trouble of doing so by the appearance of McCoy who unceremoniously pushed him out his position in front of Jim.

‘Stop flirting while I examine you, you moron.’

Even without his tricorder, McCoy was an efficient doctor, not that Spock would say that to his face. He probed Jim’s throat and chest all the while asking short yes/no questions. Spock felt someone approach him and was momentarily surprised to see Mr Scott before remembering that Alean culture required individuals to stay within paired couples at all times. He rose to his feet and righted his chair which he knocked over in the rush.

‘He will recover,’ he assured the table and gathered attendants, ‘Captain Kirk has many allergies so this is not unusual.’

To his surprise, Shor and Gralin did not seem reassured. They were talking quietly between themselves, shooting dark looks toward the four Starfleet officers. What had upset them so? Spock understood that they were a private culture, but surely, they understood the need for touching in a medical capacity. He exchanged a look with Mr Scott who had also noticed and was about to ask the Aleans what troubled them when his parents, who had gone to notify the doctor, returned with Admiral Pike and Commander Chin-Riley in tow.

Admiral Pike clearly saw the disgust in the Aleans and took charge of the situation. ‘The four of you, head to Jim and Spock’s room and don’t even think about coming back until Jim is fully cleared, understood?’

They replied in the affirmative. Jim struggled to rise to his feet. Seeing his difficulty, Spock bent down and lifted him easily into his arms before following the doctor out of the room.

Chapter Text

‘Good God I hate this.’

‘You and me both, kid,’ Bones replied to Jim’s quiet exhalation.

They were in the room the Aleans had given him and Spock, and Jim was glad of it. He had hated the feel of eyes on him as he struggled for breath, reminding everybody that even the infallible Captain Kirk could be vulnerable sometimes. He was now sprawled on the bed where Spock had placed him with an IV in his arm and a grumpy doctor checking his vitals for the third time. His face felt hot which Jim thought was equally caused by the allergy and because Spock had just carried him in his arms.

His very strong, very warm, very safe-feeling arms that Jim was now trying very hard not to think about.

This was, in a word, bad.

He tried to focus on Bones, on his steadfast hands as he passed the tricorder slowly over Jim’s body, and not on Scotty and Spock who were talking quietly in the corner. Jim knew that Scotty had his back to him, was trying to give him privacy, but he could feel Spock’s eyes on him, assessing him for injury as he always did. He wanted to meet his eyes, assure him that he felt okay, but his head was aching and his eyes were feeling a little fuzzy.

Eventually, Bones sat down. ‘Lucky Spock was so quick with that hypo, Jimmy - you’re almost good to go. I just wanna get these fluids into you to get you good and hydrated.’

Jim didn’t feel like he was almost good to go, but he was willing to take Bones’s word on the matter. ‘In that case,’ he replied, ‘I want you and Scotty back out there with the team. I don’t like the idea of leaving them out there alone.’

Spock was evidently listening in to their conversation. ‘Do not forget the presence of the Admiral, Jim.’

Jim glared at him. ‘I haven’t forgotten, but Chris can’t be in several places at once, and he doesn’t need to be pulled into our mission.’

Bones held up a placating hand. ‘I know it’s difficult, Jim, but it won’t take long. I’m not leaving without someone watching you.’

‘Spock can keep an eye on me fine, Bones.’

That brought Bones up short. He looked from Jim to Spock, who was looking at Jim with an eyebrow raised, and back again. Finally, he relented.

‘Fine.’ He turned to Spock. ‘You know how to remove one of these?’ He jerked a thumb at the IV.

‘Remove the needle in a straight and steady motion so as not to damage the vein. Apply pressure to prevent excess bleeding.’

‘That’s… surprisingly accurate.’ Bones took a deep breath and snorted it out through his nose. ‘Fine, you win. Scotty and I’ll head back out. But if I don’t see you in forty minutes, I’m coming back in here on a war path, you hear me?’

Jim closed his eyes, relaxing against the pillows and trying to project a subdued confidence. ‘Yeah yeah Bones, now get out of here and try to stay out of trouble.’

Rather than bothering to reply, Bones gave a snort of disbelief, reminded Spock to check Jim’s vitals every ten minutes, and ushered Scotty out of the room. It was quiet after they left and Jim felt like he could breathe a bit easier despite the weight of Spock’s gaze resting entirely on him now that there was nobody else to distract him.

‘You know,’ he said without opening his eyes, ‘On Earth it’s considered rude to stare.’ He didn’t really mind; it was just a conversation to prevent him from thinking about the scene he’d made. Or about Spock’s arms. He heard the rustle of starchy dress uniform and the creak of a chair that suggested Spock had claimed the seat McCoy had dragged over to the bedside.

‘Yes I have been well informed of that fact. Unfortunately, I take my new position as your medical overseer seriously and will continue to, as you say, keep an eye on you.’

Jim huffed out a sigh but made sure his smile was big enough for Spock to see. ‘Well as you’re watching me anyway, tell me. How awful does my face look now? Any red splotches or puffiness?’

Spock made a humming noise. Jim could feel him getting closer, inspecting his face with the same care that he gave all his tasks. In his head he could picture the slight frown that meant Spock was focussing very hard on something. He didn’t need to open his eyes; he’d know that face anywhere.

‘The redness that was apparent earlier has lessened somewhat and no inflammation is immediately apparent, Captain, though there are some suggestions of it around your jaw and eyes.’

Jim nodded. He knew Spock wasn’t lying to cheer him up; he was recovering well. That was good news, at least.

‘And what have I said about calling me Captain on this mission?’

‘My apologies, Captain.’

‘And again with the sass.’

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

‘Sure you don’t.’ Jim opened his eyes and turned to look at his friend. ‘Thanks, by the way, for helping me.’

Spock’s eyes warmed. ‘You need not thank me for assisting you, Jim. I will always do so when I am able.’

Jim didn’t doubt it. He nodded and went back to resting with his eyes closed.

He wasn’t surprised when the glare of the overhead light he could feel through his eyelids was replaced by the warm glow of lamps. He didn’t bother saying thank you. Spock knew he was grateful. He wondered what the room was like.

‘Describe it to me? The room I mean,’ he asked Spock.

Spock took a deep breath. ‘The room is relatively spacious at approximately 13 metres squared. It contains a double bed, bedside tables with lamps, a small desk with drawers and a closet. At the back of the room is what appears to be a bathroom, but I am yet to investigate further.’

Jim raised an eyebrow and was amused, but not surprised, to hear Spock move over to the back of the room. It was quiet a second or two before a whispered ‘Fascinating,’ echoed across the room. Jim smiled.

‘Anything you want to share with the class there, Spock?’

‘It is definitely a bathroom, but I believe that they are using the planet’s unique energies to bathe.’

‘Well now that is fascinating.’

‘Quite.’ Jim heard Spock return to the chair and the telltale buzz of a medical tricorder.

‘There is no way it’s been ten minutes already,’ Jim complained.

‘I am being thorough, Ca- Jim.’

Jim snorted. ‘Of course you are.’

Spock ignored that. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asked instead.

‘Uh… like I’ve run a couple of miles with my head stuck in a beehive.’

‘Is that how you usually feel after experiencing anaphylaxis?’

‘Pretty much.’

‘I see. Has it worsened at all?’

‘Nah, it’s slowly getting better,’ Jim smiled crookedly in Spock’s direction, ‘Don’t worry, you’re doing a fantastic job of playing nurse.’

Spock’s presumably dry comeback was interrupted by the chirp of his communicator.  ‘It is a message from the doctor. He says that all is well in our absence and that we have thirty-five minutes remaining of our countdown.’

Jim decided not to make a joke about exactly what someone could do with those thirty-five minutes.

 Instead, he tried opening his eyes. It was easier with the dim lighting but still uncomfortable. Jim blinked a few times trying to rid himself of the blurriness that still hovered around the edges of his vision. His eyes still felt a little dry and itchy, but he’d had worse.

Now he’d done that, it was time to try sitting up. He pushed up on his elbows, grunting softly with the effort. Spock was there immediately, one arm around his shoulders and one pulling pillows up to support Jim’s back. Jim wrapped the arm not attached to the IV around Spock’s neck, trying to take some weight off Spock’s.

Without meaning to, Jim closed his eyes and inhaled Spock’s gentle scent. It was earthy and calming and so uniquely Spock that Jim felt comforted immediately. The pair said nothing until they were both settled back in their respective seats. Jim was sure he was blushing.

Spock didn’t appear to notice. ‘Are you more comfortable now, Jim?’

‘Much, thank you Spock.’

‘Excellent. It appears that you are recovering well.’

‘Yeah, I’m feeling a bit better. Hopefully this means Bones won’t need to go on a rampage.’

‘Do not perturb yourself, I am keeping him updated on your condition.’

Jim smiled. ‘Of course you are.’

‘I did say I was taking my duties seriously,’ Spock said with a raised eyebrow.

‘And I believe you.’ Jim smiled ‘How have you been finding the festivities so far? The parts before I so rudely interrupted our dinner that is.’

‘They are illuminating, but I much prefer the quiet and seclusion of this room.’

Jim let his eyes, growing less uncomfortable by the minute, drift around the room while Spock continued speaking. It was exactly as Spock had described and yet it was also so much more. The walls were a soft grey that kind of reminded him of a horses’ flank. There was an abstract picture on the wall in shades of blue and green. The bed was huge. He and Spock would have no problem sharing this bed.

‘Oh shit,’ he interrupted Spock’s musing about the Alean attitudes towards food, ‘We didn’t discuss sleeping arrangements. You okay sharing with me?’

Spock cocked his head to the side. ‘I believe this bed is indeed large enough for the pair of us.’

‘Yeah,’ Jim said, ‘But are you going to be okay sharing with a human? I don’t want to accidentally drag you into my dreams or something.’

‘It is of no concern, I will be able to extricate myself in that instance.’

‘Are you sure? I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable.’

Spock glared at him. Well, he slightly narrowed his eyes. ‘Yes, I am sure. Now please hold still whilst I check your health again. The IV bag is almost empty.’

Jim huffed but allowed Spock to continue. He knew better than to try and argue with him.

After more whirring and beeping the tricorder declared that Jim was doing well, albeit a little hot and de-hydrated. Jim grinned up at Spock ‘What do you say, doc, am I fit enough to return to the party?’

‘Jim, you know that I am not a doctor,’ Spock said. ‘However, I am excellent at reading data and the numbers suggest that yes, you are fit enough to return to duty. I will remove the IV from your arm and we may depart unless you are feeling unwell at all?’

Jim shrugged ‘I’m a little tired but I’m sure I’ll manage.’

Spock hummed as he went to fetch gloves and medical tape. ‘If your condition worsens, please articulate so. It will make the good doctor’s job more efficient.’

‘Whatever you say, nurse Spock.’

‘Again, Jim, you know that I am not a medical professional.’ Spock knelt by the bed, snapping on the gloves. ‘That being said, please hold still while I remove this needle.’

Jim held still. He could see that Spock as a little hesitant, but he trusted him to do a good job. He hadn’t seen Spock fail at anything yet.

Just as expected, Spock removed the needle with no complications and stuck tape neatly over the puncture wound.

Jim grinned as he stood up. He still felt a little woozy but he was sure that would ease. ‘And you say you’re not a medical professional! Now, hang on a minute while I freshen up and we can go catch up with the others.’

Chapter Text

Dinner had finished by the time they rejoined the festivities, and now most attendees spoke in groups around the dancefloor or were taking part in dancing themselves. Spock quickly located the rest of their crew as well as his parents and Admiral Pike. All appeared healthy and in relative safety. Of this he was glad.

It appeared that Doctor McCoy was watching out for their reappearance because he and Mr Scott quickly approached them. To his left, Jim sighed and began rolling up his sleeve. Spock admired his efficiency – of course McCoy was going to insist on inspecting Spock’s attempt at medical care.

It was, in fact, the very first thing the doctor did on reaching them, not even bothering with greetings. Spock felt a stab of satisfaction when McCoy couldn’t find any fault with his needle removal technique, or on the notes he had made regarding Jim’s recovery. Jim threw a smug grin and a wink at him over McCoy’s head.

‘Careful, Bones, or you’ll soon be out of a job.’

Mr Scott laughed, but Spock was gratified to hear McCoy snort. ‘Yeah yeah, and I’ll retire to a nice sunny planet and sip pina coladas on the beach.’ Spock was content with his duties and would not wish to remove the doctor from the Enterprise. He considered saying as much but decided against it. It was not the time for overly emotional conversation.

Jim must have noticed, though, because he clasped McCoy’s shoulder. ‘You could try, but we’d be back. You know we wouldn’t last a week without you.’

‘Damn right you can’t. I leave you to eat one meal and you nearly kill yourself.’ McCoy shook his head ‘What am I to do with you?’

Jim stretched ‘Well when you figure it out, let me know. In the meantime, we have a party to catch up on,’ he clapped Spock on the back. ‘Isn’t that right, Spock?’

‘Indeed, Jim.’ He offered Jim a slight softening of his facial muscles that he knew Jim would identify as a smile. The man had endured a potentially deadly situation just 1.8 hours prior but was already thinking about his mission, and of course, his team. It was that dedication that Spock admired most about him, even if he did have a habit of putting himself in danger to protect others. Had it not been for the rest of the team, Jim would have rested overnight and resumed his duties the next morning.

They circled the room at a sedate pace, making polite conversation and reassuring anyone who asked that, yes, Jim had recovered well. It did not escape Spock’s notice that none of the Alean’s inquired.

They came upon Chekhov and Sulu fifteen minutes into their rounds. They were talking to Admiral Thorne and his husband – alongside their nominated partners – and two Alean couples. While the conversation about Alean energy harvesting was interesting, Spock was mildly distracted by the frustration he could feel from the Admiral and his husband. They would be here for four days, and they were not permitted to touch in public or share a room. He felt suddenly emboldened by their plight, and shifted closer to the captain, closer than he would ordinarily stand beside anyone. The admiral noticed and tried not to smile. Instead, he directed his next comment at Jim.

“How are you now anyway, Kirk? Word is you had a bit of a disaster at dinner.”

Kirk smiled but Spock could see the continuous reference to his ordeal was taxing him. The allergies were a relatively recent development, apparently brought on by the transfusion with Kahn’s blood, and Jim hated anything that made him seem weak. And with his past, well, Spock couldn’t blame him.

“I’m just fine, Admiral,” Jim reassured him and the rest of the group. “It happens from time to time which is why I always have my trusty doctor nearby. Failing that, there’s always my favourite Vulcan,” he said, nudging his head against Spock's shoulder, “Don’t know where I’d be without them.”

Spock turned to him and raised an eyebrow “By my estimate, Captain, you would most certainly be dead.”

“You mean somewhere out there, there’s a universe with no Captain Kirk? What an unfortunate place that must be.”

“Thankfully, we need not experience it for ourselves,” Spock replied.

“Thankfully indeed,” Kirk replied. Then, he turned back to the rest of the group. “How are you all enjoying the party, anyway? I hear I missed a real treat of a dessert.”

Chekhov spoke up excitedly. “Oh yis Keptain, it vas most excellent. Ve had a vonderful time.” This was punctuated with approving nods and mumbles from the rest of the group. Spock thought that perhaps the comments about the dessert were true. He had never been fond of sweets, but everyone they spoke to had commented on it.

He turned to the Aleans. “We are sorry to have missed it. Could you tell us more about it?”

The shortest Alean in the group, a deep green figure in a navy and gold robe spoke up. “It is a local delicacy native to this continent. We mix the pulp from several fruits with many herbs and leave it to flavour the milk from a –“ the next word did not translate, but Spock presumed it was some form of native mammal. “It takes many days to complete the infusion process. Once this is done, the milk can be prepared in many ways. Each family does it differently.”

“Indeed. In my family, we have it warm with Swila bread, whereas tonight it was served cold with a range of fruits,” said the maroon Alean. The other Aleans, one pale blue and one deep red, nodded in agreement.

“Huh,” said Kirk, turning to the other humans in the party, “So it’s kinda like a custard?”

Sulu nodded. “More or less. It really was delightful. I’d like to grow some of those herbs on the ship one day.”

“I’m sure that could be arranged once the Aleans are comfortably settled within the federation,” Admiral Thorne said with a questioning look at the Aleans.

The green and maroon Aleans exchanged looks. “That is… something we would have to discuss further,” the green one eventually said.

Sensing a difficult topic, Spock nodded agreeably. “Of course, these things take time.”

The tension lessened a little and the Alean nodded. “Quite right. Now if you’ll excuse us, I must speak with councillor Shorn.” All four Aleans left.

The eight remaining people exchanged looks.

“Well,” Jim said at length. “It appears that was a touchy topic.”

“Clearly,” Admiral Thorne replied, taking a swift sip of his drink. He offered his husband a smile. “You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” he smiled back then offered a hand to Jim. “Pleasure to meet you, Captain, I’m Richard. I’ve heard a lot about you. And you of course, Mr Spock.”

Spock offered a Ta’al while Jim shook his hand. “The pleasure is all ours, sir, we owe a lot to your research.”

“Really? I find that hard to believe.”

“Really! I’m sure Chekhov and Sulu here can give you a rundown of how useful it was when we were exploring one particular planet in the Neluron system. But you’ll have to excuse Mr Spock and I while we go check in with the rest of our team.”

“Of course,” Admiral Thorne said easily “Enjoy the party, and stay safe.”

Jim grinned back “No promises!”

Spock most definitely did not roll his eyes, but he did exchange a long-suffering look with Sulu and Chekhov at the captain's predicatble answer.

They continued their way around the dancefloor for a further eight minutes before convening with Lieutenant Uhura and Nurse Chapel, both of whom appeared slightly flustered.

“What happened?” Jim asked immediately, looking around for an apparent threat.

Spock placed a hand on his back. “Jim, relax,” he said. “We need to appear calm and collected.” He felt the deep breath that Jim drew in, felt the expansion of his muscles, felt the slight pause before he let it go.

“You’re right, of course, Spock.” Jim tried for a smile. “But something did happen, right?”

Uhura nodded absently, turning to take a drink from a suspiciously close pair of waitstaff. Jim copied her. Nurse Chapel – Christine – wrapped her arms around herself. She rarely joined away missions and Spock knew the captain felt guilty for asking her to join them on such a difficult one. Not knowing what else to do, he took two drinks from the tray before pressing one firmly into Christine’s hand.

Now that they had no pretext for eavesdropping, the waiters reluctantly wandered off. The moment they did, Uhura and Christine deflated.

“It was horrible,” Uhura murmured from behind her glass. Spock noticed she wasn’t actually sipping from it, just pretending. “These two Aleans cornered us over by the fountain,” she nodded vaguely in the direction. “I thought we were never going to get away.”

Christine shook her head and brushed some hair away from her face. “They wouldn’t stop asking us if we had tried healing our illness. They didn’t even care that I’m a nurse!” She was drinking from her glass and Spock decided to keep a better eye on her from here on out.

Jim, clearly upset, took another deep breath. “Okay, well that explains things a little. They think queer people are sick. A little old fashioned of them, but if humanity can overcome that, there’s hope for these guys too.”

Uhura raised an eyebrow at them. “You guys haven’t suffered anything like this?”

Spock raised his eyebrows. “Indeed not. Admittedly, we have only been back in attendance for 43 minutes, but nobody has mentioned anything similar.”

“So it’s just us girls, then.” Christine sounded frustrated but not surprised. From the expression on her face, Uhura felt similarly.

“It does seem that your gender has made an impact, yes,” Spock replied. “However, I do not yet have enough information to hypothesise why that might be. In any case, I find the fact that you are being harassed more than your male colleagues to be highly distasteful.”

Uhura smiled at him with a softness to her face that Spock hadn’t seen since he terminated their relationship a little over 7.5 months ago. “Thanks, Spock,” she said. Spock replied with a slight lifting of one side of his mouth – the closest to a smile he felt comfortable offering. Perhaps the captain was right; their friendship would soon be restored.

“Damn right it’s… well, distasteful is putting it mildly,” Jim spoke up, “So I’m making a change to the plan. I want you lovely ladies within earshot of one of the other couples at all times, in direct contact, preferably. If for any reason we aren’t around, then stick close to other Starfleet personnel or ambassadors we know well, like Spock’s parents. Understood? Oh, and lay off any couple stuff until we can confirm if you’re in more danger than the rest of us.”

They quickly agreed. Spock thought Christine looked relieved at his new orders, but it was his job to consider and, if necessary, contend the captain’s plans.

“If you’ll forgive me, Captain, there is one aspect I don’t understand. If you are worried about safety, then it would be logical to permanently split us into two teams of four.”

“Indeed it would, Spock, but it’d be difficult to do our jobs if that were the case. One group of four will have to do which leaves the remaining two pairs to cause a little chaos or disruption as necessary.”

Spock thought about this a moment before relenting. “A good point, Jim.”

“I know it’s a good point, that’s why I said it,” said Jim with a smug smile. “Now, let’s go mingle with someone before Chris decides I’m up to something again.”

“I see no reason why he would come to that conclusion,” Spock said as Jim led them into a measured walk. The laugh Uhura covered with a cough lightened something in him that he hadn’t realised was heavy. It seemed he had missed his connection with her.

When he looked back towards her with a raised eyebrow, her sparkling eyes suggested that maybe Nyota felt the same.

Chapter Text

It was late when Jim and Spock finally got back to their room. The low light was like a balm to Jim’s head which was aching with displeasure at his, possibly flawed, decision to rejoin the party.

Jim’s hands went immediately to his collar, fingers tangling in his rush to undo the buttons. Dress uniform was uncomfortable enough without the swelling that was still itching his throat. Spending hours talking immediately after anaphylaxis was not a recommended form of recuperation, it turns out.

A few moments into his struggle, Spock approached with a furrow between his brows.

“Captain, please move your hands so that I may assist,” he said.

Jim wanted to wave him away, but the tightness in his throat was beginning to edge towards panic. He knew it was just a reaction to a long day and a slew of negative experiences, and yet he could do nothing to stop the slight shake to his hands and prickling of his eyes. Doing as Spock asked, he dropped his hands to his sides, closing his eyes for good measure.

Spock had the buttons around his neck undone in seconds. Jim opened his eyes but Spock had not moved away as Jim had expected. Instead, he stayed close, inspecting Jim’s face. Jim realised that any hope he had of hiding his slight overreaction to his collar was fading fast.

“Are you well, Jim?” Spock asked.

“Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed is all. You doing okay?”

Spock considered his answer a moment. He still hadn’t moved away, but Jim didn’t mind. In fact, he quite liked it. “I am physically well, but I must confess that my mind has grown fatigued after so many missions. I am unsurprised that you are also feeling the effects.”

This answer surprised Jim. Not the fact that Spock was struggling, he already knew that. What surprised him was Spock’s willingness to admit that to him. Jim clasped Spock’s shoulder with a sympathetic smile. "It’s been a lot. I think our best bet is just to try and get some rest so we can make it through tomorrow.”

“Indeed. I know we are all fatigued, but I think that we should have a meeting with the crew before the planned breakfast tomorrow to discuss our intentions for the day.”

Jim sighed. “You know, I hate it when you’re right.” His hand was still on Spock’s shoulder, but it didn’t seem to be bothering him so he kept it there; it was comforting. It did make Jim curious though. “You seem to be handling this touch thing very well.”

“I am acclimatising.”

That made Jim smile. “You’re doing a great job.” He squeezed Spock’s shoulder before letting go and stepping back. “Right, I’ll send a message to the team and check in with the guys upstairs. You wanna use the bathroom first?”

“That would be logical.” Spock said, but Jim knew he was just dying to check out the weird bathroom. He plucked his pyjamas and washbag from his case and, after a second’s hesitation, grabbed his water bottle as well. He raised an eyebrow at Jim. “I do not want to brush my teeth with an unknown energy source.”

“Very logical,” Jim grinned as Spock shut the bathroom door behind him.

While Spock was gone, Jim changed into his pyjamas. He wasn’t usually one for pyjamas, but he had an old tshirt and shorts that he used for away missions. No doubt Spock would comment on their non-conformity to regulation.

He took a seat on the edge of the bed while he checked his messages. The Enterprise had reported nothing suspicious and he acknowledged their report, encouraging them to remain vigilant despite the apparent calm. Then, he sent around a message asking everybody to meet in his and Spock’s room at 0800 the following morning. As expected, there were some complaints about the early morning (okay, one complaint from Bones) but everybody agreed to the request.  He also relayed Spock’s recommendation to use water when brushing their teeth.

By that time, Spock was finished. He left the bathroom in a Vulcan robe. Jim was used to seeing Spock bare-faced and in his loungewear, but this was a look he hadn’t seen before. It was silky black and clung to Spock’s lithe frame a lot better than the usual robes he wore.

“How was it?” Jim asked, determinedly not looking at Spock’s body. He would need to examine these new feelings at some point, but now was not the time.

“Fascinating,” Spock replied.

It was, indeed, fascinating. The toilet was pretty ordinary, but that was where the usual bathroom furniture ended. Instead of shower that could be turned on and off, there was an honest to god waterfall. Well, energy fall? It was definitely the same substance they had seen flowing like canals through the city, a little lighter perhaps. The basin was a little spring, kind of like a rock pool. Jim loved it.

He made quick work of his ablutions and returned to the bedroom. Spock was kneeling on the floor on a small mat with a stick of incense in front of him. He had turned off all the lights except one lamp.

“Will it disturb you if I remain awake to meditate for a few hours? I will check in with the Enterprise before retiring.” Spock said.

Jim shook his head. “Course not. Do you have a preferred side of the bed?”

Spock tilted his head “Is it usual for humans to prefer one side?”

“Depends on the human, but I think most of us do as a general rule.”

“How illogical,” Spock said. “I have no preference; take whichever side you wish.”

Jim nodded and climbed into the side closest to the door, stretching his aching muscles. “The others will be here at 0800. I’m planning on setting my alarm for seven, if that works for you?”

Spock made a humming noise. “Considering the time and how long humans require to rest, I believe seven thirty would be more advantageous.”

“That’ll make things a little tight on time, but I’ll never say no to more sleep.”

“We will manage.” Spock lit the incense and took a deep breath “Now, I must meditate. Sleep well, Jim.”

“Goodnight, Spock.”

Jim rolled over and shut his eyes. He thought his brain might keep him awake with thoughts of sharing a bed with Spock. Obviously he was even more tired than he had anticipated because he fell immediately into a deep sleep.

***

Jim was not even remotely ready to wake when the alarm went off. He reached out a blind hand to shut off the noise and startled when he felt the warm body move next to him.

He was even more startled when Spock, voice heavy with sleep murmured quietly “I shall quiet the alarm,” and reached over Jim to the bedside table. Once the alarm stopped, it was almost too quiet. Jim kept still as Spock retreated to his side of the bed. But instead of getting up immediately, which Jim imagined was the logical reaction to waking up, Spock buried himself back under the covers, leaving only his eyes and the tips of his ears poking out of the top.

The sight made Jim grin. He rolled onto his side to face his friend. “Good morning, Spock.”

“Good morning, Jim.”

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that the alarm means we should be getting up.”

Spock blinked slowly at him. He could not have appeared more displeased if he scowled. “I find I have no wish to remove my body from its current position.”

Determinedly not questioning himself, Jim put a hand atop of the covers just by Spock’s ear. If he moved even half an inch, he would be stroking the pointed tip. “You want to tell me why?” he asked softly. He knew Spock was tired, hell they all were, but this seemed like a lot.

Spock narrowed his eyes an infinitesimal amount. “The air is cold. I dislike being cold.”

Jim couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. “Oh thank god. I thought you were ill or something.”

“It is illogical to thank a mythical being for my good health,” Spock said.

“Ah, there’s my favourite Vulcan! Now, unwrap yourself so I can warm you up a bit.”

“That is quite unnecessary, Captain.”

Jim shook his head and began gently pulling the covers from Spock’s cocoon. “You absolutely did not just call me captain while we’re in bed together. Now, stop being illogical and let me help.”

As suspected, the appeal to Spock’s logical mind won out over his embarrassment. Jim scootched closer and wrapped an arm over him. He absolutely did not think about how nice, how normal it felt to touch Spock like this. Instead, he decided to go for some levity.

“You’re freezing.” Jim rubbed his hand over Spock’s arm. “I though Vulcans could regulate their body temperature.”

“That is correct. However, as I am not fully Vulcan, I have some difficulty doing so while I am asleep. It can take me some time to remedy this in the mornings.” And despite all notions of Vulcan propriety, Jim felt Spock shuffle closer to him.

They were quiet for a while before Spock relaxed against him.

“Better?” Jim asked.

“Yes. Thank you. But really you need not feel you have to support me in this way.”

Jim sighed. “Spock, this is me. I like touching and hugs and physical closeness. It really is a non-issue.”

“Noted,” Spock said. He sat up. “It has been 9.3 minutes since the alarm sounded. It is time we rose.”

“If we must,” Jim said. “But for the record, I would much prefer to hang out here and catch up on some sleep.”

“I concur, Jim, but we have a mission to complete. If you would like to shower first, I need some moments to meditate and regain my equilibrium.”

Jim nodded, gathered his things, and went into the bathroom.

The shower (for lack of a better term) was as exciting as Jim had expected. It was warm and kind of tingly and felt extraordinarily refreshing. It was by far the best experience he had had on Alea. If he had had the time, he might have remained in there for hours. Instead, he washed quickly, dried off, and dressed in record time. It felt good to be back in his usual command golds.

He knocked quietly before leaving the bathroom, not wanting to disturb Spock more than necessary. Jim needn’t have worried; Spock was waiting patiently with his washbag and uniform in hand. He had also made the bed and hung-up Jim’s dress uniform which he had unceremoniously dumped on the floor the night before. Jim grinned at him.

“Sorry if I was too long. Enjoy the shower – it’s lovely and warm.”

“You took no longer than I had estimated, Jim. If everybody arrives on time please start the meeting without me. However, I presume that there will be at least one set of latecomers.”

“Chekhov and Sulu?” Jim asked his retreating back.

“Who else?” Spock replied before closing the door.

Jim grabbed his PADD and settled cross-legged onto the immaculately made bed. He checked in with Hodders and took a moment to message the group thread he had created the night before to remind everybody about their meeting. And maybe to gush about the showers too.

Unsurprisingly, Bones turned up first dragging a half-asleep Scotty behind him. After all his years as a doctor, he was accustomed to surviving high-stress situations on minimal sleep.

“How you doing today, Jimbo? Scared Spock off with all your snoring?”

Jim tried for a smile “I’m exhausted, but I’ll manage. Spock’s in the bathroom. How about you guys, sleep okay?”

Scotty fell into the chair that was still beside the bed. Bones, having no sense of propriety when it came to Jim, climbed up onto the bed next to him.

“We slept just fine, didn’t we Scotty?”

Scotty gave Bones a look that said he most definitely had not slept well. “You might have slept fine, but I had to sleep next to your restless legs.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “It’s not restless leg, I just fidget a bit.”

“Ach, fidget? Me legs are covered in bruises.”

“And I offered to fix those for you.”

Luckily, Scotty’s reply was interrupted by the arrival of Uhura and Chapel. Before they could inquire after their night, Spock reappeared from the bathroom looking considerably more refreshed than when he had entered. Jim tried not to mourn the loss of the black robe. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the way Spock looked in his usual science blues, but now that he had seen him in that robe? Nothing else really compared.

Oh God was Jim really thinking that? About Spock? This was worse than he thought.

“Are we still awaiting Sulu and Chekhov?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. That was when Jim noticed it. Spock had done away with his usual blue eyeshadow. Instead, he was wearing gold.

“Err, yes?” Jim tried to reply normally, but he was still reeling from the fact that he had realised that he found Spock attractive, let alone the make-up change. The amusement in Spock’s eyes suggested that he had noticed Jim’s reaction and was pleased by it. That was… interesting.

Jim tried not to stare at Spock as he greeted Uhura and Chapel while Scotty and Bones fell back to bickering. He should probably try to do something with himself but whether it was exhaustion or who knows what, he just couldn’t bring himself to move. Jim tried instead to focus on the way Spock and Uhura were talking. That awkwardness from the last few months finally seemed to be leaving. He was glad.

Chekhov and Sulu fell through the door a couple of minutes later, ruffled and out of breath.

“Sorry,” Sulu said. “We overslept.”

Chekhov nodded. “But ve vould not have overslept if you had set ze alarm.”

“I would have set the alarm if you hadn’t started playing with that ridiculous shower at one in the morning.”

“Okay!” Jim called over the hubbub. “That’s enough of that. Time to get to business. First off, does everybody know the plan for today?” It felt weird calling a meeting from the comfort of a bed, but Jim was quite enjoying the novelty. Sulu and Chekhov perched on the edge of the bed opposite Jim and Bones. Scotty remained on the chair. Spock, Uhura and Chapel huddled in a corner. Jim was determinedly not meeting Spock’s eyes, even when he answered the question with his usual efficiency.

“0900 breakfast. At 1030, we will split into two groups. Four of us shall experience a tour of the city whilst the other four partake in an agricultural tour. We meet again at 1300 for lunch. At 1430 we once again split to complete the second tour. Dinner will be served at 1900. There is some scheduled entertainment afterwards but the content of this has not been confirmed.”

Jim couldn’t help a grin. What did a little thing like attraction matter when this was still the same old Spock? It was probably just the sleep deprivation anyway.

“You know Spock,” he said, “When I ask those kinds of questions, I’m really asking everybody who isn’t you.”  

“It is merely an effort to save time before anyone can reply in the negative.”

“Fair enough. Next item on the agenda now that Spock has confirmed our timetable; the lovely Uhura and Chapel are experiencing worse pushback on the couple thing than the rest of us. Bones, Scotty, I want you with them all day. No heroics, no taunting the Aleans unless absolutely necessary, understood? You’re just four friends out on a tour.”

They nodded. Jim hadn’t really been worried about them refusing; they’d never let another crew member come to harm if they could help it.

“Great, while you’re doing that, the rest of us are gonna try to investigate a little, find out what it is the Aleans have to gain by joining the federation. We discovered yesterday that they don’t want to exchange crops, but there must be something they want from us. If anyone spots anything untoward from our lovely hosts, it will also be us causing a distraction. Okay?”

There were murmurs of ascent.

“Does anyone have anything else to add?”

“Yeah,” Bones spoke up, “Don’t eat or drink anything without scanning it first. I don’t want a repeat of last night.”

Jim rolled his eyes but admitted that it was probably a fair point.

“You’re doing a brilliant job, folks. I know it’s not been easy these past months and I know we’re all tired, but I truly couldn’t ask for a better team behind me.”  

“Indeed, Captain,” Spock agreed. “Now I must urge everybody to make haste or we shall be late to breakfast.”

Nobody needed telling twice.

Jim nudged Spock as they followed the others through the door. “I like the new look.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Captain,” Spock replied.

Jim grinned. So the decision to switch to gold today was just a coincidence, was it? Well, two could play at that game.

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Breakfast was a less decadent affair than dinner the night before, but the cuisine was equally alluring. Armed as he was with his tricorder, Spock felt much more at ease and his interest piqued at sampling more of the unique grain and plant-based dishes.

Beside him, Jim was poking gently at his own piled plate. Spock had not forgotten his less than enthusiastic reaction to the dishes he had managed to sample the night before and was not surprised to see him approaching his own meal with a measured response.

Having discerned that everything on his plate (and Jim’s) was safe to consume, Spock placed a small berry in his mouth. It looked not unlike a blueberry, except that it was bright green in colour, and had a slightly peppery taste. While the strong taste reminded Spock slightly of his homeworld, it was not altogether pleasant. Making a mental note of this, he tried a spoonful of the powdery grain the Aleans had piled in large bowls along the table. It was somewhat bland and had a texture that reminded him a little of sand, but it was obviously intended to be eaten alongside other foodstuffs. He tried it with one of the pepper-berries and was pleased with the overall effect.

He glanced over to Jim who was copying his experiment with the grain. Evidently, he found this an acceptable modifier to the overpowering flavour and began eating with more enthusiasm. Spock was glad to see this. He did not want his friend to remain hungry for the duration of their stay.

Spock also noticed McCoy, who was sitting across the table, making regular glances towards Jim and his food; but whether he was keeping watch for further reactions or overseeing Jim’s calorie intake, Spock couldn’t be certain. In either case, he was contented to know that he was not the only person taking care for Jim’s wellbeing.

Once Jim had finished eating, Spock turned in his chair and shifted his left hand closer to Jim atop the table. The more he practiced, the easier it was to move this way around him. Practice had also made it easier with Nyota, but not this quickly. It was likely a result of his close friendship with Jim, and his certainty that his actions on this mission wouldn’t impact their relationship.

Jim smiled and turned towards him, resting his hand atop Spock’s whilst maintaining a conversation with the doctor. Despite his fatigue, Jim appeared in good spirits, as he often was on away missions. Spock himself was curious about what they would learn and looked forward to a day of taking in new information.

Once the group had finished, they made their way to the outer courtyard where they were to split off for the morning’s activities. Jim led Spock, Chekhov and Sulu to the group bound for the farms, urging the others towards those headed to the city. Spock was unsurprised to see Admiral Thorne and his party in their own group. His parents, to his satisfaction, were with the others. He wasn’t sure how confident he would be in maintaining his ruse under their close observation.

The journey to the farms was pleasant. They were once again ushered onto the trams the Aleans had utilised the night before, but this time with much more space, which Spock appreciated.

Jim hadn’t seemed to notice the increase in space and still chose to stand pressed against his side. Spock did not find that he minded. Across the aisle, Chekhov and Sulu were talking quietly, occasionally nudging the other with the back of a hand or a pointed finger. It was so like their normal behaviour that Spock might not have noticed the change if he wasn’t looking for it. Perhaps seeming like a couple was easier than he had initially anticipated.

The thought brought him back to his decision to change his eyeshadow. While romantically engaged with Nyota she had commented that Earth couples often matched aspects of their outfits on special occasions, so he had decided to follow that tradition.

He had not expected Jim’s keen reaction and had indeed been surprised by his own pleasure in it. In fact, he was looking forward to surprising Jim again.

Jim shifted, drawing Spock’s attention. He followed his friend’s line of sight to a group of four Aleans at the other end of the shuttle. Their heads were bent low and they kept glancing at Admiral Thorne’s party. It did not appear to Spock that they were openly disgusted or angry, but they were certainly discussing something that they didn’t want overheard. Curious. They would need a way to find out what they were talking about.

Jim clearly didn’t like that the admiral was their apparent topic of conversation because he shifted again to drape his arm behind Spock. Spock leaned into him, trying to appear like he received this kind of physical contact on a regular basis, and spoke softly into Jim’s ear.

“I can hear their talking, but the translator isn’t calibrated for eavesdropping.”

Jim nodded. “I thought as much. Would you be able to mimic the words?”

“I could try, Jim, but I would caution that the risk of mistranslation would be high,” Spock replied.

“Okay then, we’ll need to figure out another plan later.”  

“Indeed.”

Spock remained in his position for another thirty-seven seconds before straightening. The Aleans had ceased their talk twenty-two seconds prior but had been his experience that emotional human contact between romantic partners could last anywhere from 3 seconds to over 3 minutes and he didn’t want to seem suspiciously eager to remove himself from Jim’s vicinity.

Jim’s arm did not drop from his back. Spock was not displeased.

They remained that way for the rest of the trip but none of the Aleans said anything nor did they return to their discussion. Perhaps they weren’t as narrow minded as originally thought. Although, that hadn’t seemed to be the case with Uhura and Nurse Chapel.

The farm they arrived at was small. Spock might even go so far as to call it quaint. It consisted of a main farmhouse, five outbuildings of various sizes, and a few acres of land. Curious; it had been his impression that they would be visiting one of the larger farms in the area.

Standing on Spock’s left, as usual, Jim sucked in an audible breath and let it out slowly through his nose. He nudged Spock with his elbow. “It doesn’t smell like farms back in Iowa, that’s for sure.”

This also piqued Spock’s interest. “Indeed? How would you describe the aroma of Iowan farms?”

Jim grinned. “Shitty.”

“Noted.” Spock breathed deeply. There was almost no smell of fertilizer at all. In fact, Spock would argue that there was a decidedly chemical element to the air. Fascinating.

They followed the group to the house where an Alean couple was waiting for them on a raised veranda. While they wore robes in the fashion that seemed popular on Alea, the materials were clearly rougher and less luxurious than those worn by the Aleans they had met thus far.

“Welcome,” the short, pink Alean called from the top of the stairs. “I am called Onya, and this is Floka. We are pleased to invite you to our home.”

Floka, who was of similar height but midnight blue, bobbed in some form of bow or curtsey. This behaviour was one that Spock has not yet observed in the Aleans. Perhaps it was a rural custom.

Everyone offered a polite greeting, with Spock himself giving the Ta’al. They led the way to the nearest barn while Onya offered some information about their farm and what they brought to the capital. It did not escape Spock’s notice that Floka did not speak. In fact, it had not escaped Spock’s notice that only one member of the Alean pairs ever spoke.

Inside, the barn was neat and tidy. It seemed to be used more as a storage facility than as a working farm unit. The chemical smell was stronger here. He exchanged looks with Jim who could now detect the odour; apparently this was also dissimilar to farms in Iowa.

All was explained moments later when a large section of the floor lifted to show a subterranean chamber. Spock did not need to look at Jim to know that this was unusual. Perhaps one day he would find out for himself how Iowan farms operated.

Beneath the ground, the farm was vast, stretching out for kilometres in all directions. The space was filled with bright lamps and troughs of the same strange energy that covered Alea in which floated crops of all kinds; grains, fruits, vegetables, nuts, herbs… No doubt there was a lot to be learned from such a fascinating array of vegetation, but from the looks their Alean companions, they would not permit readings to be taken.

Jim nudged him with an elbow, “This is pretty different to farms I’ve been on, that’s for sure.”

Spock arched an eyebrow which Jim (correctly) interpreted as a shrug “That is because you grew up on traditional farms. Factory farming has been used on Earth since the early 21^st century. However, they would usually not cross-contaminate different crops in the same plot. This is most fascinating.”

Jim grinned. “Perhaps we should discuss our thoughts with someone more knowledgeable.”

Spock inclined his head and followed as Jim skirted the group towards Onya who was just finishing a rudimentary explanation of their farming practices.

On his completion of the lecture, Jim jumped straight in, just as Spock had known he would. He drew Onya and Floka slightly aways as the group began inspecting the plants under the watchful eye of their companions.

“Hi, I’m Jim Kirk,” he started with a smile “And from one farmer to another, I just had to tell you what a sweet setup it is you have here.”

Onya flushed and Floka repeated the bob/curtsey from before. “I thank you for your praise, but really we are just one of many similar farms in the region.” Again, it was Onya that spoke.

Jim would not be persuaded. “But I bet that’s no mean feat in itself! How long have you been farming this way? My place back home still uses good old-fashioned soil and rain.”

This seemed to confuse Onya. “You really are a farmer? Then why has your planet permitted you leave to visit this one?”

Spock cocked his head at that. It was the first time that they had heard of more authoritarian principles on Alea.

From Jim’s expression, Spock presumed that he had also noticed it. The slight frown would unlikely be noticed by anyone else, but to him it was obvious.

“Well,” Jim considered, “I was brought up on a farm, but I trained with Starfleet. My family still own the farm but someone else runs it these days.”

Onya did not seem placated by that explanation. “You… trained? Why do you not continue the family business?”

Jim shrugged, “I guess it didn’t work out for me. Or any of us, really; we all left the planet eventually.”

Spock, having theorised the source of the confusion, broke in here. “On Earth there are no limits to what a person may chose to occupy themselves. As long as they are willing to work hard in their chosen field, most do what they wish, rather than what their parents chose to do.”

Onya and Floka looked at the other Aleans in the room before addressing the pair of them again. “That is quite different to Alea. Perhaps it is best if the government don’t hear you talk this way, hm?” said Onya, “Please, excuse us,” and they moved along to begin a conversation with a group inspecting a large thorny bush that held the plumpest fruit Spock had seen.

Jim looked up at Spock who raised an eyebrow in another shrug. Whatever was really happening on Alea, nobody wanted to explain it to them.