Spock has a problem, and there's only one person he can go to for help.

Hello, everybody. This is just a short love story about Kirk/Spock that I thought up in wellness today. Please leave reviews on how you like it and suggestions for the future. Thanks.

Warnings: Mild sexual themes/implications and mild language

The captain stood, no shirt on, in a wide open grass field.

"Spock…" he whispered, smiling. "Wanna come play?" Spock walked closer and Jim began to remove his pants.

"Jim," Spock said, realising what the captain was doing. "I think…"

"Get over here." By this point, he already had removed everything on his body. Spock's heart started beating faster. He began sweating, feeling warmth, and…

He awoke, smelling something from under his red Starfleet issue blanket. He knew what it was right away, but remembered that this had never happened to him before. Never. He suddenly felt a strange urge come over him as he jumped up out of the bed. He changed into the day's uniform, and walked as calmly out the door as he could.

He tried to avoid his issue for the most part, but couldn't seem to get it out of his head. He managed to the bridge, and walked on.

"Morning, Spock," he heard Jim's voice say, but he didn't look at him. Only replied.

"Good morning, Captain." He didn't want to look at the captain. If he did, who knows what thoughts would run through his head. Who knows what would happen? Who knows what words would slip out of his mouth?

Suddenly, he heard the sweet, Russian voice of Ensign Pavel Chekov. He turned to the fact that the young man was talking to him.

"Yes, Mr. Chekov?"

"Commander, Sir, I was wondering if you could come check these coordinates for me." Spock made his way to the helm, looking over the coordinates to a planet on the outskirts of the sector they were in.

"I can affirm your coordinates, Ensign." Chekov nodded, his curls bouncing up and down proudly. His smile made him all the much more adorable.

"Thank you, Commander."

"You are welcome." With this, Spock turned and saw immediately the face he didn't want to, but had to anyway.

When he did, he started to picture everything that could be beyond that yellow shirt and black pants. Why his mind went here, he didn't know. But he'd obviously been imagining it for too long as Kirk was no longer sitting in the chair. He was up and standing right in front of him.

"Spock, do you need to go to sickbay?" He shook his head.

"No, but may I be excused for just a minute?" Jim nodded and sat back down as Spock left the bridge.

Scotty sat on the floor with Keenser. The two were playing a hand game when Spock walked in. At first glance of the half-Vulcan Scotty hopped up to greet him.

"Hey, Mr. Spock. How are ya?" Spock walked around Scotty to look at him from the other side.

"I'm a little bit confused." Scotty, who had turned around to match Spock, bounced on his feet.

"I'm here for whatever. What's on your mind?" Spock hesitated, wondering whether or not he should tell the engineer or not. But if he chose not to, there was no turning back now.

"There's a Vulcan thing that we go through every seven years where we feel extreme desires to mate." Although Scotty was already starting to feel a little uncomfortable, he stuck with it to be a good friend. "There is someone who I already think I was lovesick for before this happened, but I just don't know what to do."

Scotty looked at the ground, thinking, and then back up. "Maybe you should tell the doctor, Mr. Spock. He might be able to help."

Spock shook his head slightly. "No. I don't think I can. I just can't get over the person." Scotty thought he had got it, so tried to piece it together.

"Spock, are you in love?" Spock didn't answer. "It is your girlfriend, isn't it?" He still wasn't answering. "Oh, Spock. You've gotta tell her. If you don't, she'll get so mad at you."

"I don't know how to…" He trailed off, giving Scotty the opportunity to talk.

"Spock, who is it?" Spock knew that he had to tell Scotty, He had already told him enough.

"It's the captain," he said almost inaudibly, but still Scotty heard him.

"Perfect hair?" he asked, somewhat shocked. "I mean… but still…"

"Mr. Scott, I would very much like it if you didn't tell anyone. But I had to tell somebody."

Scotty made a crossing-the-heart gesture to show his loyalty to Spock. "You have my word, laddie. I won't say a thing." Spock nodded.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Scott. It was nice to get that off me." Scotty smiled and watched Spock leave. He glanced down at Keenser, who was just staring at him.

"Oh, shut up."