Spock stormed into, what he thought, was the cockpit of the strange, futuristic craft he and James Kirk had found on Nero's ship, and up to the blond in there.
"I hear you've been keeping valuable information from me" Spock said, stopping in front of the man. Jim rolled his eyes, before staring at the Vulcan. The human was nervous, it was obvious in the way he was shaking and fidgeting.
"Can you fly this thing?" Jim asked, not looking away. Spock nodded slightly.
"Something tells me I already have" Jim nodded, and started to walk away. "Jim!" The blond turned around, looking at him in a way that said 'What now?' "The statistical value of our plan working is less than 3.4 per cent"
"It will work" Jim interrupted
"In case I do not return I want to tell you"
"It will work Spock!" Spock walked over again, placing his hand to Jim's face. Jim looked up at him, fear in his eyes. He caressed the blond hair slightly, as a way of calming him down. Even though he knew it was impossible.
"In case I do not return, I want to tell you I care for you greatly" He leant down, capturing Jim's lips. The blonde's arms flew around Spock's neck, as he kissed him with passion and need; as this could be the last time they did this. Spock ran his hands down Jim's side, as he explored Jim's mouth with his tongue. "T'hy'la" he whispered
"It will work" Jim said quietly, resting their foreheads together. "And you are taking me to dinner, and we're having a private celebration 'party' in your quarters when all this is over and I've been appointed Captain" Jim rushed off, as Spock took the pilot's seat, with a small grin.
"Fascinating"
