Summary: All he wanted was a stupid shower, but no, nothing was ever that simple for Jim Kirk.

A/N: This is my first time writing something like this so i hope you all like it, heh. I already have two more chapters of this written, so if i get a good response then I'll be posting them up too.

A/N 2: Contrary to popular belief, my name is not J.J Abrams or Gene Rodenberry, and I don't own Jim, or Spock. :( BUT, I do own the new film on blue ray! :D

On to the story!

Soap Suds and Sleep Deprivation

Jim was tired.

Incredibly, amazingly tired.

He had been up all night doing paperwork. Paperwork! Of all of the things he could have been doing last night, it just HAD to be paperwork. Paperwork was evil. If there was a scale for evilness from one to ten, Nero would be a ten and then paperwork would be an eleven. Paperwork was the evilest most evil thing there was. Argh, see? Even Jim could tell he was exhausted because he was rambling. James Kirk does not ramble.

Ever.
Except now, apparently.

he stretched lazily as he plodded to the bathroom in that sleepy way that people do when they are only half awake. Once he opened the door a waft of warm air hit him in the face, causing him to blink sleepily. ...Huh? Jim looked around the bathroom, puzzled, before shaking his head. The heating system must have malfunctioned again, he'd have to get on to Scotty about that...Right after a nice shower.

The captain closed the door and locked it, just in case. He always had this insane felling when he was getting a shower that someone was going to come in, but he never knew why. Odd.

Jim quickly took hold of his shirt and pulled it off, looking into the mirror. He looked at his face. He had small dark patches of skin under his eyes from where he had been awake for so long and his hair was sticking out at odd angles all over his head. Desperatley, he tried to flatten down some of the metaphorical bush that was now his hair, but it just sprang back up again like it was being held on strings.

Jim grunted in frustration and turned away from the mirror to take off the rest of his clothes. After he was done he moved towards the shower that was situated in the corner of the small room. It was a real water shower with an old fashioned shower curtain and everything, since he hated using the sonic one. It reminded him of being back in Iowa, when his shower only had two settings: freeze to death, or second degree burns. Jim smiled briefly in thought, before coming back to the real world.

He pulled the shower curtain back a small amount as he stepped inside and was immediately hit with hot water. His eyes closed in relaxation as the water hit his tired muscles. Jim turned around to reach for the soap and screamed (in a manly way, obviously. Definately not like a little girl. No.) in fright, dropping it.

"Spock! What the hell are you doing in my shower?"

Spock looked just as suprised as he was. For a vulcan anyway. His whole body was tensed up in shock, eyes slightly wide, with his hands still in his hair full of soap suds. Spock floundered silently for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"C-Captain?" He finally choked out.
He felt his cheeks going green. What was wrong with him? Vulcans did not stutter!

Jim just stared at him, wide eyed, completely shocked. Why was Spock in his shower? And why didn't he NOTICE? Spock was still frozen, the water running over his head, washing the soap in a trail down his body.

Jim found his eyes following the water's path while his brain tried to pick itself up off of the bathroom floor. The soap travelled down the side of Spock's throat, past his collarbone and further down over his chest. Jim's brain was screaming at him from the floor to stop staring but his eyes were fascinated. He'd never thoguht that he would end up in a situation like this, ever. The humour of the situation crept up on him and he almost laughed aloud at the ridiculousness of it all. Distantly, his brain (which was ucrrently preoccupied) realised that this could be construed as him checking Spock out, but he didn't really care, he watch too much in shock and too tired to be bothered. He thinks he might have gone crazy from lack of sleep.

The little trail continued, down over Spock's washboard abdomen and down, past his navel and oh my GOD Jim was NOT going to look any further because Spock was NAKED.

Meanwhile, Spock was confused. He had gotten into the shower and was in the process of cleaning when Jim entered. How did her not hear him? Surely a Vulcan's superior hearing could pick up his movements. Even for Jim this was unusual behaviour, did humans often share showers? Spock's imagination conjured up the image of of Jim and Doctor McCoy in the shower and Spock felt like he wanted to clean his brain with soap. An illogical action, yet he felt it would be necessary. Hmm.

Jim snapped his eyes shut tightly and his brain must have magically popped back into his head because he finally found that he could move. He took a step backwards and -God it was just NOT his day today- slipped, almost cracking his head off the tiles.

Luckily, Spock's brain must have recovered too, because his hand was suddenly gripping Jim's arm and pulling him steady. Jim nearly sagged in sudden weariness. All he wanted was a stupid shower but no, Apock had to be there and ruin it and then his brain had to be on the floor and...Argh! He was rambling again!

Spock was getting slightly concerned.

"Captain? You do realize that on this vessel the Captain and First Officer are required to share an adjoining bathroom facility?"

Jim nearly jumped out of his skin, and almost slipped (again!). Forwards this time. Spock reacted quickly andgrabbed hold of Jim around the shoulders, effectively stopping all movement. Thank God Spock had quick reaction times because Jim would've flattened him by now otherwise.

Jim gave a nervous laugh and blushed the brightest red he had ever been in his life. This was so awkward!

"Well then, I'll just-"

The intercom on the wall beeped and Uhura's voice radiated out of the speakers.

"Bridge to Capain Kirk."

Jim's whole body froze, as did Spock's.

"...Er, yes?" Jim finally stuttered.
Spock looked horrified. Well... there ws no expression on his face but Jim liked to think that Spock was jsut as horrified as he was.

"You are needed on the bridge, sir. As is Commander Spock, I was just about to contact him-"

"NO!" Spock flinched as Jim's voice rang down his ear. "I mean... I'll tell him! Yeah! I'll go and get him... far quicker...yeah."

The line was silent for a moment as Uhura blinked at her microphone in puzzlement.

"...Yes sir, Uhura out."

Jim sighed and slumped in relief, but Spock was just as tense as he was before.

"Well...I'll just..." Jim practically leaped from the shower, throwing clothes left and right and putting them on and desperately trying to fix his stupid hair that won't stop sticking up while simultaneously shouting numerous profanities in various languages.

Spock thought his captain's ability to multi-task when under pressure was admirable.

When Jim finally stumbled onto the bridge everyone turned to look at him. This was not unusual. What was unusual though, was the quiet laughter that followed.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" The sniggering only got louder into Sulu finally spoke up.

"Lost something, sir?"

Jim's face immediatley took on a puzzled expression as he looked around the bridge. Spock was at his station already, silent as usual but there was amusement clear on his face, and was it just him or were Spock's cheeks slightly green? He glanced down at his shirt and felt a combination of horror and embarrassment light his face up a deep scarlet.

He was wearing Spock's shirt.

Damnit all to hell!

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