The Jealously of a Vulcan

Summary: Once again, Captain Kirk of the USS enterprise managed to persuade another colony into joining the Peace Federation, which they celebrate with a feast and where a certain Vulcan starts to develop a new emotion towards his captain. SPIRK Slashy slashy.

A/N This is my first fanfic, and I'm EXTREMELY nervous about what you guys think about it. PLEASE NO FLAMES. If I'm sent any flames from you, I'll send firefighters round. My friend forced me to do this, so if you don't like it, blame her!

Chapter 1

Once again, Captain Kirk of the USS enterprise managed to persuade another colony into joining the Peace Federation. This of course was not hard for him at all, no really it wasn't, the charming smile, the good looks; he could charm the pants off any species. The Kyisians were a friendly race but were not extremely technologically advanced, they had a humanoid appearance, sharp pale facial features, dazzling thick blue hair with sliver highlights, which every night sparkled in the moonlight, and they were 6ft tall and wore thick fur coats to keep out the cold.

Their Planet's climate was below sub-zero temperature therefore the surroundings were blanketed with soft ivory looking snow and now and then small furry animals would poke their heads out, looking for food, and there as far as the eye could see. Huge, realistic, ice sculptures of deceased leaders stood there proud, smiling and towering above, looking down at their people and over whom they used to rule.

In the honour of their special guests, the high council decided to celebrate the union with a feast in one of their tallest and biggest temples, which they were the most proud of since it was made entirely hand made out of just snow and ice. Captain Kirk, First Officer Spock and Chief Medical Officer McCoy, who were sent on this mission, were now standing in front of this beauty; the three of them gazed upon it in awe whilst wearing their warmest gear.

They saw a young man making his way down the stairs from the temple and started to walk towards them. He wore what looked like long, greyish, woolly robes that went down to his feet, and around his neck he wore a long, sliver chain. The servant introduced himself as Kineo and then waved a single hand, a sign to follow him.

They walked up the steps in a neat single file. Things were going well so far. Too well. Although typically, luck was never on their side. As they got nearer to the top, Spock began to lose his balance and slipped dangerously on a step that had melted, slightly. As he was about to tumble down, he felt two strong arms wrapped around his small waist, holding him up preventing him from getting a serious injury . The half Vulcan whipped his head around in surprise, trying to find out who caught him and instantly recognised the golden sleeves, he casted his chocolate coloured eyes upwards to meet worried hazel eyes. Spock felt the green blood running to his pointed ears and his heart rate increase, rapidly. It had been happening quite a lot lately, it confused him, terribly. Whenever he was stood near his captain or whenever his captain smiled at him, flashing those pearly white teeth, he felt a strange flutter in his heart which caused all the logic inside him, to just fly out of his mind. Well, whatever this...strange feeling was, it was illogical. He should ignore it, but somehow his human half didn't want to.

"Jim, I think he has recovered from the shock, you can let go of him now" McCoy told him flatly and struggled not to let a smirk escape on his face.

Kirk blinked, suddenly realizing that he had been holding his first officer longer than he should have been and finally let go.

"You... should be more careful, Mr. Spock." His eyes darted around anywhere but the half Vulcan that was in front of him "You could have sent us all tumbling down." Kirk then coughed awkwardly; trying to hide the blush that he knew was crawling up his cheeks.

Spock was about to reply a witty comment. Well, as witty as a Vulcan could get. When they heard the painful sound of metal strapping; the three men except for Kineo covered their ears to block out the awful high pitched sound and looked up at the temple's doors that were opening gradually. It revealed the high Council Leader who looked quite old and frail, but was dressed to impress. Accompanied with a pretty young woman, who was looking rather spectacular in silver necklace, a blue and silver velvet dress that hugged her figure in all the right places and her hair was tied up in a loose bun that let her blue curls escape down her slender face and lastly placed, neatly on her head was sliver crown with a jewel on the front.

His old face broke into a wrinkly smile, "I bid you welcome, my friends" he said, greeting them kindly in a slight vague accent. "My name is Kiyro" he put a hand on his chest, "...and this is my daughter, Kayanne" waving his frail hand in her direction.

Kayanne nodded her head respectively, smiling at the three men. She then set her sharp, blue eyes onto Kirks and began fluttering her thick eyelashes at him, winking flirtatiously.

Kirk then grinned, one of his 'You are so hot, I want to take you now' looks at her.

McCoy just rolled his eyes at typical Jim.

Spock however glared at Kayanne, clenching his hands behind his own back. Somehow knew he was not going to like this woman, Kayanne.

"You may leave us, Kineo" Kiyro commanded, completely oblivious to his daughter's secret advances on his guests. He watched the young man bow and then disappeared off into the temple.

"You shall follow me and my daughter to the grand hall, come this way" he turned, gesturing for them to follow him.

They stepped within the temple, the walls were entirely made of sparkling crystal, and the torches blazed down the hallway, lighting the way. The icy pillars stood strong and supported the frosted glass ceiling, which different coloured planets and golden stars twinkled innocently down at them. The three full bluish moons that orbited the planet beamed down strong moonlight magnificently.

The two humans were impressed and so was the half- Vulcan, although he would never show it. They continued following the two of them when all of a sudden they came to a halt at the grand golden doors, which was patterned with sliver roses down the sides and had two angels above playing a harp.

As if by magic, the doors opened outwards revealing a spectacular sight.

The tables were filled to the brim with food and beverages which was enough to fill the entire crew of the enterprise for about a week. A fire was beginning to crackle warmly in the centre of the hall. In the corner, a team of young musicians began performing a sweet classical song to lift everyone spirits up.

Furthermore their surroundings was tinged with a light blue colour, they gazed up towards the temple's highest point to find a deep blue crystal hanging on the ceiling with a candle inside which created a most cheerful and mysterious atmosphere.

"I must say, it's very impressive" Kirk complimented, nodding towards the crystal above them. He then caught the sweet smell of food that was waiting on the table. Kirk suddenly realized how hungry he felt and silently prayed that his stomach would not give a loud embarrassing rumble in front of the leader.

"Why thank you, you may all sit down and begin" Kiyro said, pointing in the direction of the fur covered chairs and walked off to his own at the far end.

Kirk grabbed the nearest chair available and started to debate on what type of food to place on his plate first. Spock however was just about to take the seat next to him, When Kayanne popped out of nowhere, pushed him out of the way and rudely took the seat where he should be sitting. He raised an eyebrow at her. Spock knew he was not going to like her and he was damn right.

"Excuse me, young lady but I believe I was just about to sit here" he told her in a polite tone, glaring at the back of her head.

Kayanne looked up and turned around to face him that once beautiful face that he had been introduced to had now twisted into an unpleasant sneer as she placed her hand lightly on his captain's leg. She was like a bad apple, it may look nice on the outside but on the inside it's rotten and bitter.

"Well" she said, in a smug tone "it seems you had to be faster" and then she had the cheek to smile sweetly at him, showing her perfect pearly white teeth while edging closer towards the captain.

Fighting every urge in his body to not give her the Vulcan neck pinch, his sharp eyes snapped up, scanning around the Grand hall only to find one empty seat… next to Doctor McCoy.

If he were a human, he would of have yelled in frustration, this feast was not going turn out well.

Time was moving at a snails pace, what felt like few hours, felt like years. He could hear the high sound of laugher and chatter amongst the people seating around him, clearly enjoying themselves, which he found unbearable and illogical. Spock tried not to keep looking over at the two, but was finding it a hard challenge to do so.

"Your staring at him again, Spock" an aggravating voice broke in, interrupting Spock in his thoughts. The half Vulcan blinked and snapped his head around to find McCoy looking at him with an amused smirk.

"Doctor McCoy, I believe that I was not 'staring' as you put it, I was just merely... Observing." Spock replied calmly, turning back to his untouched plate and began to poke at the unusual looking substance with his fork, he didn't like the look of it and hoped it wasn't meat.

"Well, you're been 'observing' him, since this whole thing started and you haven't eaten a damn thing" McCoy stated, leaning back on his fur covered chair, scrutinizing his eyes for the captain. He found Kayanne, who was sitting close to him, well maybe a bit too close. She was definitely invading his personal space and started to laugh, loudly at something Jim had said. He spotted that she was occasionally rubbing his arm along with an obvious flirtatious smile on her ruby lips.

McCoy, then looked back at Spock who was gripping his fork tight, with such force he would bend it if he wasn't careful. If looks could kill, she would had of been dead in that very spot.

First the doctor was confused then a realization came to his head, he slowly began to smirk and sat properly back on his chair again, "Why Spock, anyone in this room would think you were jealous..." he said teasingly, letting out a small snigger, his blue eyes seemed to be twinkling in delight at the thought.

Spock raised a single eyebrow, "You know I am not capable of such emotion."

McCoy just scoffed in reply as if to say yeah right. He picked up his sliver goblet and swallowed the strong liquid down, hoping to discover some sort of strong alcohol substance but was somewhat disappointed.

Spock reached out to his own goblet and eyed it suspiciously. He swirled the purple contents around a few times and watched as it started to fizz slowly. He took a tiny sip and was satisfied by its taste.

After a couple of minutes, he began drinking a little more; feeling it to be somehow calming and he once again glanced over at his captain, immediately regretting it.

He was currently whispering in her ear and she began giggling like a love stuck teenage girl on her first date.

That's it he couldn't take it any longer. Without warning Spock stood up and walked, hurriedly out of the Grand hall, hoping no one would notice.

However, on the far opposite side of the table someone did notice. Kirk's usual smiley face dropped in concern as he watched his Vulcan friend leave though the open grand golden doors in a rush. Throughout the feast, Spock had looked upset and bothered by something, which he couldn't, for once, pin point what it was. In the end, curiosity got the better of him. He started thinking of an excuse to leave the table.

"Oh, must you go, now?" Kayanne pouted her lips, which she thought would look cute although to Jim she looked like those life-size puffer fish, blown up. Kayanne was a rather pleasant and witty young woman but she had the tendency to giggle a lot which got awfully annoying after a while.

"I... err" Come on Jim think of something, QUICK "-just need some fresh air" he replied lamely, getting out of his seat, not taking his eyes of the doors.

"Oh alright, I'll be waiting" she said seductively, giggling afterwards which of course bothered him even more.

Giving her one last fake smile, he chased after his first Officer, wondering what of earth had gotten in to him.

Spock was walking quickly, down one of the well lit corridors, passing the occasional sculpture and painting on the wall. He had no idea where he was going, yet what he did know was that he needed to get out of that hall. He opened a glistering, sliver door and found himself not in a room but outside on a large balcony. He felt the chilly breeze biting at his now green flushed cheeks.

He shuddered at the lower temperature, which he was not used to, and sat down on a fur covered bench. The view was... fascinating, the mammoth-sized glaziers, shimmering white top mountains, and the snow that was drizzling down gently and landing on his face. It was as a human would say 'It takes your breath away'.

The half Vulcan brought his hands to his face; he really didn't understand what was wrong with him. When he first had this... feeling, he thought about going to McCoy for a diagnosis. But the stubborn man he was, he thought it would go away. However it just got worst as the days went on. He had somehow felt the urge to give her the Vulcan neck pinch whenever he saw Kayanne with Kirk, especially when she was right in his personal space. He could feel the anger and jealously that had been bottled up inside for the last few hours, slowly coming out, but squashing it down immediately. He could not lose control of his emotions like that. But he still asked himself, why on earth he would be bothered by such an illogical thing like seeing Kirk and Kayanne together like-

It was then it suddenly dawned on him. It all started to make sense. He was in love. He was in love with a man, and this particular man was his, Captain James Tiberius Kirk.

Somehow this new, strange feeling that he discovered felt...good.

After this unexpected revelation, a tiny smile cracked on that once motionless face.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

The sound of Jim's boots hitting the floor broke the heavy silence which echoed off the walls of his surroundings.

Captain Kirk found himself kind of lost. Ok, extremely lost in this very icy and bloody freezing environment. He'd been down stairs, through corridors, everywhere he could think off. Every step he took he shivered, he wouldn't be surprised if his hands had turned blue or into ice cubes by now. Kirk cursed inside his head, he knew he should have put on warmer gear on this mission. Bones had been nagging on about it before they left the Enterprise.

He leaned back on the cold wall, feeling the back of his golden shirt getting soaked, but right now he didn't care.

Spock would not just get up and wander off like that, he would have asked permission to leave, there had to be some sort of other explanation.

Taking one last deep breath, he made his way though the corridor, entering yet another passage and whilst being oblivious of the caution sign directly above.

Spock took one last deep breath, stood up and left the balcony. What should he do now? Go back? No, he did not want to face them two again, courting each other like that. Spock was about to stride off when he saw a silhouette of someone in the distance. He walked nearer and hid behind the nearest ice sculpture. It was Jim. Why was Jim here? He should be in the grand hall with that... woman.

He tilted his head to the side, and began taking in the sight of his captain. Now that he thought about it, he cherished everything about Jim. The way he smiled at him which was only meant for him, the way how he watched those fascinating emotions fly across on that attractive face, the way-

His reminiscing thoughts of his dear friend were abruptly interrupted by a disturbing cracking noise.

Spock looked up in horror as he saw a sharp looking icicle over Jim's head, with thin but visible crack making its way though. Oh no, he could not let his Jim die.

"JIM, STEP AWAY!"

The captain heard a panicked voice call out, which sounded incredibly like Spock, he span around abruptly, and felt his insides go cold. Jim squinted down the long corridor and saw his friend running towards him as if his life depended on it. He was exceedingly perplexed at the utter fear that was plastered on Spock's face. Jim was puzzled, why was Spock looking above his head instead of him?

His ears picked up the sound of something cracking slowly above.

CRACK.

Jim snapped his head upwards. He found an icy, razor-sharp icicle shooting downwards right in his direction. It all happened so quick he couldn't move in time, he felt it slice though his skin like a knife though butter. He felt an incredibly sharp pain, he felt his eyes fill with hot tears as he groaned and collapsed. Hitting his head hard on the way down, he was in complete agony.

"JIM!"

He felt Spock by his side, and then his vision was swallowed in darkness.

End of chapter.