My first attempt at Spock/Kirk slash. Don't like this pairing? Then don't read it!
I own no rights to anything. Sadly.
There was an unknown disease running rampage over the ship, three red-shirted crew members had met their end on the planet below, and a fire had just broken out in the engineering sector.
Kirk was having a bad day.
Shirt torn, his fists slightly bleeding, he ran through the Enterprise – being hurtled from side to side as it was attacked by Klingon fire.
He threw himself out of the elevator and onto the bridge.
"Sulu! What's our status?"
"She's holding steady Captain, but only just."
Kirk hobbled over to the intercom.
"Scotty?"
"Aye Cap'ain?"
"How's it going down there?"
"We'll be able to stop the flames Cap'ain, but there's no way we can boost her back to full power while we're being constantly hit. Much more of this and we'll lose the engines completely."
"See what you can do."
"Aye Cap'ain."
"Where's Spock?" He asked, scanning the room.
"I believe he's in his quarters Captain." Uhura responded, fiddling with her earpiece; still relentlessly trying to get through to Star Command.
"Quarters!" Kirk bellowed, before being thrown across the bridge by a vicious attack on the starboard side.
He groped his way towards the elevator.
"Set phasers to 'vaporize'."
"I don't think we have any more power than 'stun', Captain." Said Sulu, meekly.
Kirk sighed and grabbed a handle.
"'Stun' it is then." The doors closed.
Two minutes later the doors of Spock's cabin glided open and Kirk tumbled in. Spock raised an eyebrow as his senior officer managed to get blood all over his wall.
"How can I help you Captain?"
"Help me? You can get out on that bridge and do your job!"
"I am doing my job Captain." Spock responded, patiently.
"You appear to be reading, Spock!" Kirk said with exasperation.
"Yes Captain. There are more than enough capable crew members on board the bridge to divert any catastrophe; therefore I am putting my brilliant mind to finding a solution to the starvation problem on the planet below."
"But we are under attack Spock! The ship is on fire! Half my crew are dead! And you – you!"
"Yes Captain?"
"You drive me mad! I need you to help run this ship! I can't do this by myself! They will take away my command, if we live that long! I don't-"
Spock broke off Kirk's streaming rant by firmly kissing him on the mouth. Without any warning he had stepped forward and gathered Kirk's face in his hands and brought his lips down to meet the other's.
When he pulled back, Kirk was breathing deeply, though mercifully not on a verbal rampage anymore.
"Why Spock! I didn't know you cared."
Spock lifted his trademark eyebrow.
"Stopping your panic was logical Captain." He sighed, "Kissing you was impulsive."
Kirk smirked as he leant up to kiss his first officer again, but at that moment they were hurdled across the room by another attack.
"Bridge, Spock!"
"I thought I had made myself clear that I am of more use here?"
Rolling his eyes, Kirk screeched and ran back out the doors. Spock sat back down and returned to his work. Humans were funny, he thought.
Humans tasted good, his brain amended.
