A/N: This is basically where I'm going to dump all my one-shots for different fandoms. I've gotten a ton of requests for some Jim Kirk love and decided to finally give it a shot! This is my first time writing his character and the Star Trek world in general. TBH I don't much about the Trekkie universe so I made up some things and used google for others. Hopefully I'll get a little better with Jim's character asI continue to practice. But I LOVED writing this! So much fun! Hope you enjoy!

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"You're pushing it, Vi. Another minute and you'd be late."

I rolled my eyes playfully as I brushed past the dark haired doctor and into the ship's clinic. "Oh come on, Bones. As you just stated, I'm not even late yet. And you're already giving me a hard time. Is that anyway to welcome a girl aboard?" I joked.

"Welcome aboard. Don't be late. How's that?" He said sarcastically.

I hid my smile, knowing full well that Bones' gruffness was just a cover up for the softer side of his personality. He was one of the kindest people I'd ever met, yet for some reason always seemed to get embarrassed whenever I brought this up. I suspected it had a lot to do with his past. Specifically his ex-wife who had royally damaged him.

"If I'm not mistaken, Doc, you specifically requested me as your intern." I said lightly, pulling my hair back into a ponytail and using the reflection from one of the glass medicine cabinets as a mirror.

He huffed. "Don't get cocky about it." But even as he walked past, he squeezed my shoulder.

I tightened my ponytail and turned around to face the medical bay. I was so full of excitement, it was a wonder I hadn't exploded yet. Here I was, a Star Fleet medic in training. More specifically, a Star Fleet medic in training aboard the Entreprise. The Enterprise! It was an assignment any intern would've killed for and I'd been lucky enough to have been plucked straight from medical school by Dr. McCoy himself. He'd visited the school on several different occasions, both to instruct and to scope out new recruits.

I hadn't even realized he'd noticed me until he'd contacted me a few months before the start of the new school year, asking if I'd be interested in taking my training aboard an actually Star Fleet ship. He'd almost taken my speechlessness as a refusal, until I stammered out an 'are you serious?'. Since then, my life had been a whirlwind of training and preparation for this very moment.

"What the hell did you do now?" I suddenly heard Bones sigh.

I turned away from the data I'd been logging into the computer system to see a towering 6'0" frame in the doorway, sky blue eyes glinting with amusement.

"Really? How about 'are you okay, Jim'. We really gotta work on that bedside manner." The man said sarcastically and I fought back a smile. He was cradling one of his hands against his chest, and I could see a white cloth wrapped around his palm.

Whoever he was, he was sure nice to look at. The eyes alone were enough for reason to stare, but then factor in the height, the cute boyish face, the slightly mischievous smile...If I hadn't been a trained medical professional, I might've swooned at the sight of him.

Bones pointed to an empty medical bed and the man sat down without complaint.

"Maybe I'd be more concerned if you hadn't sauntered in here, like you were just out for a stroll. I hardly think a flesh wound is cause for alarm." Bones muttered. "What did you do anyways?"

"Cut it." The man answered with a simple, nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

Bones back was to me, but I was almost certain he was rolling his eyes. "Violet, patch up the captain for me, will ya'? Consider this your first trial run."

My pulse jolted at the word 'captain'. So this was him then? I felt my eyes go wide. This was Captain James T. Kirk? I'd heard stories, from pretty much anyone and everyone. The man was a walking, living legend. The things he'd done, the people he'd saved. My mouth felt dry for a moment. That golden colored uniform shirt looked mighty good stretched across his muscled torso. I mentally shook myself. This was the captain. I couldn't drool over the man who ran the Enterprise.

"Sure, Doc." I said quickly. Captain Kirk's eyes had lazily drifted towards me and he was watching me with mild amusement, a smile smile stretching the corners of his mouth. I turned to the cabinet of supplies, pulling the spray applicator as well as the dermal regenerator. I arranged the items on a med tray and carried them carefully across the room.

I swallowed my nerves and smiled at the handsome man in front of me as I took a seat. "It's nice to finally meet you, Captain Kirk. Mind if I take a look at that hand?"

His eyes never leaving mine, he held out his hand to me. His smile had turned amused. "Call me Jim, I insist. And you are?"

I swore I heard Bones snort from somewhere behind me, but I ignored him. Instead, I turned Jim's palm over in my hand to see a shallow gash that ran the width of his palm. "Violet Burgess. Intern."

"It's a pleasure, Violet the Intern." His voice was smooth, almost like honey. Yet with a slight teasing undertone that I couldn't help but wonder was always there.

"Likewise." I said as I sprayed his hand with the antibiotic, anti-inflammatory spray in the chrome bottle. "You know, this isn't so bad. You probably could've done it yourself."

"Yeah and miss out on an opportunity to see my good friend, Bones?" Jim said and my eyes flickered upwards to see him shooting a shit eating grin towards Bones who grunted in response. "Besides, I wasn't far anyways."

I carefully cleaned the wound on his hand, trying to ignore the warmth of his skin as I worked. "Well, I'm honored that the captain gets to be my first patient." I said, giving him a smile. I turned on the dermal regenerator, the blue glow of electric energy coming to life. He had callouses across his palm and fingers, the marks of someone who had worked hard to get to where they were.

"Pleasure's all mine. And even if you mess up and I end up losing a finger, I won't hold it against you." He smirked and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Was he flirting with me?

"Hm, well let's hope for your sake it's not your trigger finger." I joked, and I was rewarded with a chuckle. I held his injured hand gently in mine, and picked up the shiny medical instrument. Furrowing my eyebrows in concentration, I ran the blue beam of light slowly across his palm. The wound closed up before my eyes. Even after all this time, modern technology never failed to astound me. "There, good as new."

Jim lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers, before examining the healed cut. There wouldn't even be a scar left behind. "I gotta say, Violet, you're much, much more pleasant than Bones is." He grinned at me and I felt myself automatically smiling back. "Can you be my doctor instead?"

"Jim. Get the hell out of here and stop flirting with my intern." Bones barked, barely sparing a glance towards us from his stool on the other side of the room. I felt my cheeks grow pink, and when I glanced back at Jim, he winked at me.

"Oh come on, you know I'm kidding." He stood and strode across the room, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Love to stay and hang out but duty calls. Thanks for your help, Violet." He slid his hands into his pockets before giving me one last smile and sidling out of the room.

I was still sitting a little dazed on the stool when I realized Bones was watching me. When I glanced over at him, he shook his head. "Don't even think about it."

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Even without a multitude of patients to look over (Bones warned me, though, that this could change in a second depending on what communicable disease everyone was afraid was spreading that week), there was still plenty to do. And even more to learn. Bones seemed to hand me one task after the other, squeezing my shoulder and assuring me that if I felt overwhelmed, I was doing a good job. How that logic made sense, I still hadn't figured out. Yet even with as busy as I was, I still had time once in a while to think about a certain blue eyed Enterprise captain. Jim hadn't reappeared in the sick bay since the week before, but I'd seen him in passing and heard his voice over the intercom. How was it that he sounded just as good as he looked?

"Ow!" I let out a hiss of pain, snatching my hand away from the surgical beam I'd been practicing with. Somehow, I'd managed to zap my finger under the beam of the machine. By not paying attention.

Across the room Bones raised his eyebrows. "Quit living in your head and you wouldn't get hurt.

I stuck out my tongue at him and he chuckled, going back to running his lab tests. He was hell bent on curing every virus susceptible by the human species. I gave him credit, but it was time consuming work with little result. Deciding I'd had enough practice, I returned the high tech scalpel to the cabinet where I'd found it, and was just shutting the door, when I caught sight of a familiar reflection in the shiny chrome surface.

I couldn't help but grin as I spun around, placing my hands on my hips. "Back so soon? Lemme guess...you bumped your head?" I teased him.

He grinned back, sidling into the room and making himself at home on one of the edge of the patient beds. "No, think I'm coming down with something." He coughed into his fist for good measure, but it sounded fake. The innocent smile that appeared on his face afterwards assured me I was probably right. "Hey Bones."

"Hey yourself." Bones answered, not bothering to glance away from his work. He was bent over a microscope and looked preoccupied.

I shrugged, figuring that was a sign I was meant to deal with the captain. "Give me a second and I'll grab the tricorder. The scan should only take a few seconds." Although I was fairly certain a scan of Jim's vitals would show a perfectly healthy human being. He looked far from sick, no pale skin or dark circles under his eyes. So what was his game here? To annoy Bones? Was he testing me to see if I was capable of continuing to intern on his ship? ...Or was it possibly something else completely?

"No, I don't trust that crap. We need to do this old school." He said with a nod, folding his hands in his lap. With his pleasant, boyish expression he reminded me a preteen up to no good.

I perked an eyebrow. "Old school?"

"Yeah, you know! Stethoscopes and that little light up thingy you shine in the ears and stuff." Jim explained, and I was shaking my head in amusement before he'd even finished.

"You know that the tricorders have a 99.9% accuracy rate, right?"

He shrugged. "They say that about everything these days."

I decided to humor him. "Okay, one old school check up coming up."

It took me a couple minutes to gather all the supplies I'd need. In that time, I would've had him scanned and diagnosed, and possibly started treatment. We'd been trained in standardized methods in school, but they were rarely used. Necessary to learn, though, in the even that there was no working technology to rely on. I dropped down onto one of the gliding stools and scooted closer to Jim until I was directly in front of him. There was a tiny smirk fighting one corner of his mouth and I tried to my maintain my professionalism and ignore it.

"Okay, where does it hurt?" I asked.

He furrowed his brows. "Well, Doc, I think I might be coming down with a good, ol'fashioned cold."

"Mhm." I said mildly, reaching towards him and gently placing my finger tips underneath where his glands were. He flinched a little and I smiled. "Cold hands, sorry. Glands don't feel swollen though."

"Better go through the whole routine, just in case." He said cheerfully.

I shook my head as I stood up, moving to check his ears. "If you insist, captain."

"I do. And it's Jim, remember." He reminded me gently. "So tell me, how did you end up on my ship anyways?"

"Your friend Dr. McCoy recruited me himself. Said I had 'some real promising talent'." There was a note of pride on my voice. I cast a beaming smile towards Bones who I thought hadn't heard me until a small smile of his own appeared on his face. "Before that I was at the academy. Say 'Ah'."

"Ah." Jim stuck out his tongue as I pointed a narrow beam of light into the back of his throat.

"No redness."

"Strange. I could've sworn I was sick a minute ago. Anyways, so you got sent up here. Anyone back on the ground waiting for you? Family? Friends? Possibly a future Mr. Violet the Intern?" He said it casually, but I felt momentarily frozen in the startling blueness of his eyes.

"Are you asking if I'm single, Captain?" I questioned, stepping back from him before motioning for him to open his mouth for the thermometer. "Open."

He clamped his lips around the thermometer. "No, course not...that'd be inappropriate." He managed to mutter around it.

"No talking." i chided him. He made a show of folding his hands in his lap and pressing his lips together. I smiled in amusement as he held my gaze. The minute I heard the beep, I removed the thermometer and checked his temperature. "Normal."

"Anyways, as I was saying, I was just making conversation." He shrugged.

"Right. But to answer your question family and friends are waiting, but no Mr." I grabbed the stethoscope that hung around my neck and placed the buds into my ears. "One last check. I need to hear your heartbeat. And fair warning, this is much colder than my hands were."

He grimaced but nodded. "So how long are you gonna be ab- ah, damn that's cold!" He flinched as I slid the stethoscope beneath the back of his shirt.

"I warned you!" I insisted. "Now deep breath."

He inhaled deeply before letting the air out. "You didn't answer."

"Another. And I'm not sure. For a while." I answered truthfully. I moved around to stand in-between his legs and motioned for him to lift his shirt. Professionalism, I reminded myself as I caught a flash of his abdomen. My pulse had picked up speed out of nowhere as I placed the stethoscope against the smooth skin of his chest. We were barely inches a part, and although what I was doing was standard medical procedure, it felt oddly intimate to be that close to him. He smelled good too, somehow woodsy. Like pine trees.

"One last deep breath." I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. I was certain that Jim had noticed, though, judging by the mischief glinting in his eyes. We locked eyes as he let out a breath slowly through pursed lips, and god he had perfect lips. Had I already said that?

"Oh for crying out loud, this is a check up not a date!" I heard Bones scold. I felt my cheeks flush as I realized I was still staring. I quickly took a step back, putting some much needed space between us.

Jim rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Lay off, Bones. We're not doing anything."

"My ass you aren't."

"You're perfectly fine. I mean healthy. You're not sick." I explained quickly, for some reason the word 'fine' conjuring up an entirely different meaning in my head.

He pretended to frown, rubbing the back of his neck. "Huh...and I suddenly feel much better too." He hopped up off the bed, stretching his arms over his head and revealing a stretch of his toned tummy. I caught myself staring for a moment before quickly turning away and busying myself cleaning up.

"Must be a miracle." I said over my shoulder. "Anything else?"

He rocked back on his heels, looking thoughtful before shaking his head. "Not at the moment, but thank you for your excellent medical opinion."

Then, just like before, he was gone. Leaving me to stare after him in wonder. I didn't want to overthink it, or make something out of nothing, but I was positive he'd shown up just to see me. Even in my head, though, the idea sounded more like wishful thinking than reality.

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Wishful thinking slowly turned to confirmation, though, as Jim became a regular in the sick bay. If it wasn't the common cold or some other obscure virus, it was a headache, a sore rib, an ear ache, and once a hangnail. As the ails he complained of became more and more ridiculous, I found myself finding it harder and harder to resist his quirky adorableness. Each time, he'd sit and ask me dozens of questions about myself as I worked to diagnose him with something I knew he didn't actually have: what was my favorite color? Favorite food? Did I like books? Sports? What did I think of the ship? Was it too chrome?

I was pretty certain Bones was going to murder us both. He'd started busying himself elsewhere whenever Jim would appear, only to return later to scold me to be careful. That Jim was a good guy, but he was also captain of the ship and therefore my superior. He wasn't wrong, and I knew any sort of entanglement other than friendship could end badly and I'd have a one way ticket back to solid ground. Still, despite all the reasons why I shouldn't have liked him and shouldn't have been interested, each time he showed, I kept waiting for that official invitation. Why hadn't he asked me out yet? Eventually, I wondered if maybe it was just a game. A way to amuse himself? Yet Jim had never struck me as that type of person, despite the fact that his good looks implied he could get away with almost whatever he wanted.

It was late. Bones had checked out for the night, leaving me to finish up my work before calling it a night myself. It was that quiet time of night, late enough where I expected most of the ship's occupants to be fast asleep. I always felt more functional late at night and I was on a roll with updating the computer system with the crews' most recent medical histories when I was suddenly aware of a presence behind me. I swiveled on my stool and my stomach fluttered. Jim smiled at me, leaning one shoulder against the doorway. He was still in his uniform, although his hair was sticking up slightly as if he'd been running his hand through it over and over again.

"So? What is it now?" I asked, quirking a smile. "Pink eye? Restless Leg Syndrome? Flesh eating bacteria?"

He laughed. "Thank god, no." He pushed himself off the wall, and despite his attempt at relaxed posture, I swore he looked nervous. "Actually, I think it might be pretty serious." He added, blue eyes widening with exaggerated concern.

I tilted my head gently to one side. "Really? Go on."

"Well...sometimes I get these really weird sensations in my stomach. You know, like maybe there's an animal in there. A bird, or a bat."

I held back a laugh, and I could tell he was teasing from the spark in his eyes but he held up a finger and continued.

"Haven't been sleeping...lie awake forever and sometimes I'll start thinking about something in particular, and I can't stop smiling. It's very unnerving to just lie in your bed alone and smile at the ceiling. And then other times I'll get sort of this racing heart sensation. Like my pulse is jumping out of my skin, but it only happens in certain situations. Not to mention I'm behaving very oddly. I caught myself singing in the shower this morning, I complimented Spock yesterday...it's getting pretty risky." He nodded, still feigning complete seriousness.

My own heart had started furiously pounding against my ribcage, and I suddenly felt like I also had something fluttering in my stomach. One side of his mouth lifted in a nervous smile as he waited for me to say something. I cleared my throat. "And when did these symptoms start?

He glanced up the ceiling for a moment, looking thoughtful before his eyes found me again. "Couple weeks ago? Specifically the day I wandered in here and you patched my hand up."

Okay, flock of seagulls in my stomach not butterflies. "Sounds familiar."

His eyes lit up. "Really, are you saying it's contagious? Interesting, because most of these symptoms only happen around you." His smile morphed into a full on grin.

I ducked my head to hide my flushing cheeks, gathering my composure for a moment before looking back at him and standing from the stool. With my stomach tumbling like a gymnast I crossed the room until I stood in front of him. "Captain Kirk...is this your cheesy way of asking me out?"

He gave me a sheepish look. "Oh come on, it's a little bit adorable, right? I spent days coming up with this stuff."

My cheeks hurt from how hard I was smiling at him. "You are an adorable cornball."

"So is that a yes?"

The hopefulness in his voice about killed me. I nodded enthusiastically and he fist pumped into the air before suddenly turning on that same mock serious look. "Important question. How do you feel about kissing before the first date?"

I tugged my lower lip in-between my teeth and shrugged. "Kiss first, date later. What if you're an awful kisser and I don't find out until after the first date?" I teased.

He raised both eyebrows. "I would be offended if I hadn't taken that as an invitation to kiss you right now."

I was still smiling as he closed the space between us, pressing his lips to mine. Both his hands cupped my face, fingers slowly sliding into my hair. I felt breathless as I clung to the front of his shirt, lost in the way his body felt pressed against mine, the smell of pine that I was certain now was his shampoo, and his calloused finger tips now running down my arms. His tongue parted my lips open as the kiss deepened. His fingertips suddenly gripped my hips and I felt myself being gently guided backwards until my back hit the cold chrome of one of the cabinets.

"Violet, you here still- for the love of god, man! What did I say about flirting with the intern?"

My eyes shot open and I pushed against Jim's chest as Bones' voice cracked the silence. Jim didn't budge, though, instead pulling my closer to him as he grinned apologetically over at his friend. "You specifically said no flirting. Which leaves a lot of gray area."

Bones frowned, shaking his head. He stalked into the room and swiped his forgotten bag off the counter. "Get a room next time. And Violet, if he makes you late to work-"

"Goodnight, Dr. McCoy!" I called back with a smile, as Jim leaned in for yet another kiss.