Summary: Spock is falling hard for Jim, and Jim is equally smitten with him. There's only one problem: Spock hates Jim's best friend. Spock must learn to behave himself. He just might get a new friend in the end.

Rated: T...possibly...For language :P

Got this idea after watching "Wannabe" [Star Trek 2009] by Youtuber ChildeAtHeart17. Go check it out, it's adorable! P.S. obviously non-canon. Don't like? Then what the hell are you still doing here? Good-bye :)

Spock was fully aware that he was staring again. He tried numerous times to tear his eyes away from the young man standing behind Sulu, but his eyes always strayed back to him. He found that Captain James T. Kirk had a very visually pleasing body structure, with strong, muscular shoulders that tightened whenever he folded his arms across his chest. Which happened to be most of the day.

Spock forced himself to turn his body away from his attractive captain. It was hard; his body always seemed to angle itself toward Jim without his permission. He would be deeply disturbed by these sudden, powerful emotions if he hadn't already experienced them with Lieutenant Uhura so many months earlier. But that was in the past, and this - this overwhelming urge to be engulfed by those strong arms - was now.

He pressed his head in his hand and willed himself to concentrate. This work would not get done on it's own. He promised himself that after all the paperwork was done and he had calculated all that needed to be calculated, he would go to his room, assume meditation position, and instead daydream about Jim.

That was usually how his day ended, after all.

"Spock, you alright?" Spock felt Jim's hand on his shoulder and jumped from the much-desired but not recommended touch.

"Y-yes Captain, I was simply attempting to remember the last transmission we received from the Klingons."

"Oh...Alright then, carry on." He didn't buy it. And why would he? Jim was many things, but he wasn't stupid.

"You know...You could just ask Lieutenant Uhura to pull up the transmission." The meaning behind Jim's tiny quirk of the lips was as apparent as if he had said the words out loud: Bullshit.

"Yes, yes. How foolish of me." Spock turned back to his station and waited until the Captain had walked over to Chekov before he looked across the room to Uhura. She was trying to look sympathetic, but the amusement in her eyes was too obvious. He shouldn't have told her about his burning passion for his Captain.

When the shift finally came to an end, Spock waited patiently at his station as everyone left for dinner. Everyone except Jim.

"Is there something you wanted to talk to me about, Spock?" Jim had his back to Spock, bending over to pick up a piece of garbage and throwing it into the tiny trash bin in the corner.

"You know precisely what I wish to convey, Jim."

"That I do." He turned slowly, his usually laughing eyes saddened from the memories of their last conversation. "I gave you my answer," he said gently.

"I do not agree with your answer." Jim looked taken aback by Spock's unintentional force.

"Look, Spock, this isn't any easier for me. I want us to be together, but-"

"But? I confess I do not know much about human thoughts and behaviors, but I am most certain that, when such emotions involve love, but is a word that should not be used lightly."

"And I can promise you that I don't use it lightly. I do love you. I just...can't do it." Jim sank into his chair, one hand resting on the arm and his head resting on said hand. Spock knelt down next to the chair, his hands grasping at the arm, face inches from Jim's.

"Why not? I believe I have the right to know why you insist on denying me."

"It's...Dammit, Spock! Do you have any idea how hard it is to love a man who hates my best friend? Whenever you two are around each other I have to hear super-genius-level-IQ insults thrown at him and curses thrown at you. It gets tiring. I don't want there to be any more fighting."

Spock thought this answer over for one-point-two seconds before he noticed something odd about it.

"You are offended that I do not find McCoy's company at all pleasing, and yet, you have not denied him friendship for his indiscretions toward me."

"No, you're right, I haven't. I guess it's because I know he'll only change if he wants to. Nothing I say to him, or do, will make him shut up. I love the guy, but when he's made up his mind to hate someone it's pretty damn hard to change his mind. You, on the other hand..." Jim reached his other hand out and caressed Spock's cheek. Spock leaned into that hand, closing his eyes.

He looked so peaceful that way, so content. Jim really did love him. He didn't want them to continue to be miserable without each other.

"Tell you what? Be nice to him and we can be together." Spock's eyes popped open and he looked ready to protest, but Jim held up a finger to silence him. "I'm not asking you to be his best friend. I'm not asking you to sleep with him. Oh God, definitely not that! Just...Just try to hold the insults in?"

"And if he insults me? Do you suggest I stand helpless before his torments?" Jim rolled his eyes. Spock could be such a drama queen sometimes.

"I think you'll find that Bones isn't as rock solid as he pretends to be."

Jim released Spock's face from his hands and stood up at the sound of his stomach practically eating itself. Spock felt the skin on his cheek warm instantly to match the rest of his body, and the drastic change made him feel hopeless.

"Jim!" The younger man turned back to the object of his affection. "All I have to do is be nice to him?"

"Yup, that's about it."

"And then you will accept my request?" Jim broke out into a huge grin.

"Promise."

"I still do not see the point in this. It is most illogical."

"Well, you know what they say: If you wannabe my lover, you gotta get with my friends." Jim waved hopefully and made his way to dinner, leaving Spock wondering who they were and exactly what get with implied. He put on his game face and prepared to stop by MedBay. If all it took to win Jim over was playing nice with his best friend, Spock would do that.

Little did he know, McCoy wasn't planning on making it easy for him.

This was not supposed to be a multichapter story, but I decided I couldn't do it justice with just one chapter. PLEASE REVIEW! Reviewers will get their pick of a shirtless Spock or a shirtless Jim. Choose wisely, you only get one.

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