A/N: Just a one-shot about Kirk and Spock. I was inspired by Me_or_The_Wallpaper's fic
"Between the Flares", and the star trek movies. They're so in love they don't even realize
we're spying on Jim's brain :). I know Star Trek is not my usual, and that I owe you guys
another chapter of "Odd Circumstances", but I wrote this during Geometry today, and I feel
the need to share it with you. Enjoy!

The moon rose high in the sky, highlighting his black hair with a silver sheen. "What
do you propose we do?" I asked, noting the soft,chestnut brown color of his eyes. "Ours
is not a love story,is it?" he shook his head,"Not logically." he replied quietly. I
took his hand in mine,"Who said this feeling is ever logical?" I could just hold his hand
forever."This feeling means more to me than all my training. Why can't you see that?"
his eyes are unemotional and cold,"I know." I feel that horrible, sinking feeling in my
gut as he turns away. "I love you." I whisper desperately.

He doesn't even turn around to meet my eyes,"I know." is all he can say, and I feel the tears.
"This...simple feeling...is beyond our comprehension." he says slowly, his voice shaking
slightly. "It is." I sense my heart beating harder and faster as he begins to turn back
to me, the moonlight shining on him again, "So often have I asked my self...Is this...all
that I am? Is there nothing more." a tear like a crystal is running down his cheek, and I
know he's right. I wipe it gently away with my thumb,"There is so much more to you. There
is life and spirit and beauty!" he recieves my touch warmly, pressing his cheek into my
palm."Your words flow like honey, and your touch is like silk. It would be illogical for
me to turn you away, but it is my duty." I finally close the distance between us, and touch
my lips to his.

"I am madly in love with you. Your duty is to just be yourself." He smiles, at long last.
"I love you, Jim." his smile fades,"but...I cannot." I kiss him again, brushing my fingertips
across his. "Why not?" he sighs a heavy, sad sigh,"There is no logical explanation." another
kiss,"To hell with logic." his eyebrows raise in amusement,"You are the living in my life, and
I could not stand to lose you." He begins to pull away from me,"You won't, because my heart is
and always will be yours." I don't move when I realize he's holding me against him, I just close
my eyes and breathe. "Our next shift starts soon, Jim." his voice resonates through his chest
and throat,"I know." he kisses me again, and then his professional shield is back up. And, somehow,
as we walk to the bridge together,I think that this could be the start of something good. I'd
miss the way that the moon brought out the elegance in his features while we orbit earth...
And how he thought love to be so illogical. Love was never meant to be logical, Spock.
But ours is not a love story...is it?

A/N: It came out looking like a poem...weird. Anywhoo, Please review and flame as you please. I appreciate any and all constructive criticism :)