I have to say I never would be the one to fall in love with Star Trek, when I was little I was practically raised on Star Trek and yet I called it boring and horrible. But after watching Into Darkness my opinion changed, I absolutely love it, the characters, story, everything. I am now proud to say I am a Trekkie. Mind you this my first time ever writing slash and I hope it will be able to suffice everyone's craving for this pairing~ So without further to do, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

It was months after the Khan incident, everything in life was going well. It was as if the causalities of Khan had never happened, that the hundreds of people killed where just a thing of the past. Everything was fine, the Enterprise was up and ready to go on to it's five year mission into deep space. And Khan, well he was in cryosleep and that's all that mattered especially to James Tiberius Kirk, personally he wanted the superhuman dead and gone, but the of course he had no say in the matter. Now they were a few months into there five year mission and Jim was happy to have nothing strange happening so far. Well that is until a few weeks ago.

Jim now, having Khan's superhuman blood swimming in his system was a facing a few problems. It wasn't a feeling of murder or genocide, but more of aches and pains, especially the muscles in his back between his shoulder blades. Usually he tended to ignore the pain knowing that it would disappear sometime later, this time it was striking, throbbing pain that shook his very core in which even he couldn't ignore. So he kept a mask trying not to worry the crew and his friends, Jim rather not have people coddling him like he was a baby, which he was not. At all.

Sitting in the captain's chair during the Alpha shift of yet another day in deep space, they were near the Butterfly nebula on their way to an uncharted system to find anything interesting to report back to Star Fleet. Jim shifted feeling more uncomfortable than usual. It was a strange feeling, almost like something was to rip out of his back. Plus the strange dreams of flying above the Iowa blue sky and the golden feathers he found when waking up was not freaking weird enough, but hey like Bones had said crazy shit was Jim's specialty. Hearing the soft hiss from the opening doors Jim looked over to find his first officer Spock walking in ready for his shift. Now him and Spock were on better terms much to Jim's amusement, he guessed once you died and came back it could change people, even a stiff Vulcan like Spock.

As Spock walks in he scans the room as if he expects something to be horribly wrong. When nothing has failed to be anything less than perfect, he finally looks down where Jim is sitting, who turns as if he feels Spock's eyes on him and gives him a tight smile.

"Captain." the Vulcan monotones, unable to find curiosity in why Kirk looked distracted. Perhaps he is irritated with something, but Spock doesn't give the idea another thought as he crosses the bridge and slides down into the seat beside Uhura. As long as Kirk is not actively attempting to cause himself bodily harm, Spock finds it easy not to think about him more than strictly professional.

As the shift begins Jim keeps his attention to his crew, nothing special was exactly happening, the bridge was painstaking quiet everyone doing their duty which was good. The steady hum of the Enterprise's engine makes everyone relaxed and calm , the only noise to be heard was Uhura's perfectly manicured nails on her PADD and Sulu quietly drumming his fingers against the chair as he watches over the navigations with Chekhov, who is speaking quietly to him; the barely audible whirr of the radiation scanner that Uhura constantly watched to keep a look out for anything floating in space.

But Jim couldn't keep his mind in focus, the small pricks of pain when he shifted in or tried to lean back into the captain's chair(It was unusual because it was pretty damn comfortable if Jim didn't say so.). He closed his eyes for a minute trying to focus on something else rather the throbbing pain in his back, particularly in the gap between his shoulder blades. Jim gave out a sigh opening his eyes trying to find a comfortable position without feeling any discomfort.

Spock on the other hand enjoyed the silence, in fact the Vulcan almost counts on hearing every time he steps onto the bridge, and when it's interrupted by a faint sigh coming from behind him Spock turns, looking over his shoulder at his Captain. The blonde is slouched in his seat, which is not unusual since Kirk tends to use the captain's chair as an Terran sofa instead of a symbol of power much to Spock's dismay. There was a slight tension on Kirk's face, the small grimace over his lips as if he is aware of something that the others aren't. Standing up, he crosses the room to stand behind Kirk's chair, placing a hand on the back of the white metal seat and leaned forward.

"Are you alright?" Spock asks softly eyes flicking between the Captain's shoulder and the stars flying past them through the window.

Jim almost jumps at Spock's soft, monotone voice. Damn Vulcan Ninjas Jim thinks rubbing his face. He turned his head to look up at Spock seeing the familiar raised brow, it was almost like his thing, no one could do it better than the Vulcan himself. He had seen Chekhov try and imitate it and that was funny as hell seeing the curly haired Russian trying to be like the Vulcan.

"M fine, just a little sore." Jim says seeing the small hidden delight in Spock's eyes when the Vulcan got the jump on his captain. Who knew Vulcan's could be so smug?

"You always complain when you are sore Captain." Spock counters. "Loudly." It was not quite that bad, but Kirk certainly feels the need to talk about whatever he has to talk about, and when they all live together on a star ship flying through space, things rarely change at a pace rapid enough for Jim, so Spock contented himself with comment on every small detail that crossed his path.

Jim is taken aback at this and gives Spock a 'Wow fuck you too buddy' look. Can a guy get any support here or what? "Excuse me? I do not complain loudly. Do I?" He glances at the crew only to get short nods and shared glances.

"Thanks for the backup guys." He muttered taking his glance back at Spock, "You asked what was wrong, and I told you. End of story." He said giving a slight eye roll hearing the crew snicker a bit at the small quarrel between their commanding officers. It was like this everyday, either Spock and Bones, Jim and Bones, Spock and Jim, or all three.

"Captain, I asked you for an answer and you gave me and excuse." Spock huffs, ignoring the small giggle to his left. "Captain for the sake of professionalism, please convey why you are in pain." The Vulcan turns his voice into a quiet hiss, audible for Kirk only.

Jim glanced at him and huffed feeling like a child being scolded. "My back hurts okay? I probably slept wrong, There you happy? Now if you please, return to your station. That's an order." Jim snapped looking at Spock with a frown on his face. He didn't mean to snap, but God almighty even if he was a Vulcan Spock sure could be an asshole at times. It wasn't a big problem, Jim could easily solve the problem at the end of is shift. It wasn't exactly warp science to rid of sore muscles.

Spock merely just raises a brow keeping back a retort so he just gives a short nod. "My apologies then." he says shifting his weight from where it had to be resting on the back of Jim's chair to his won feet, skirting around the bridge and back to his seat easily. Clearly it was something more, but Spock wasn't about to comm the Medical Bay because the captain was sore, so he does his best to put it out of his mind as he slides his hand over the console in front of him, eye glancing over as if Uhura would ever miss a beat beat because he wasn't there, even though he knew she wouldn't.

There is an air of uncertainty that Spock can not say he enjoys, but there is nothing to be done about it at the moment, so he lets it go until the end of his shift, at which point he follows Kirk off of the bridge, ignoring the frown Uhura gives him. "Captain, the last time you had any sort of physical brawl was approximately one hundred and ninety two hours ago, which occurred on the planet Ph'la, and accompanied by zero physical causalities towards you: And I am aware that your pain tolerance is to high for 'sleeping wrong', so with all due respect sir I must inform you that I will follow in your footsteps and do my best to force you into naming yourself unfit for your duties unless you tell me what is wrong."

That's all for now, but don't worry I have things planned for the two~ I hoped you enjoyed this chapter and until next time

PerfectHairKirk