Author's Note: Alright gang, here it is. My first ever Star Trek Reboot fanfic. I'm so proud. For real.

Anyway, like I said, this is my very first time writing for this fandom, so if i make any mistakes, Im sorry.

I do my research, believe me.

Also, I suppose you could say this chapter is slow, because Spock isn't in it...YET. He is mentioned quite a few times though.

I have a basic plan for this story, although I'm not quite sure how long it will be.

But, without further ado, here it is, Chapter one~!

Chapter One

James T. Kirk wasn't a very serious guy.

No… in fact, if you ask anyone on his crew (or anyone who's met him, actually), they would all look at you like you have suddenly grown a second head.

Everyone who had met the young captain, in the Academy and on, would not say he was a very serious guy; unless, of course, you witnessed him on duty. Needless to say, Jim had shocked nearly everyone with his brilliant, fearless adrenaline, and nearly perfect leadership skills at the early weeks of his captaincy. Not to mention when he laid down his life to save his crew, his family, during the warp core incident.

But no one would be mentioning that anytime soon.

…..

Anyway, serious really wasn't the correct word to use when describing the captain on any other circumstance. It's like using the words 'cheerful' and 'Vulcan' in the same sentence. It just doesn't sound right. Jim always seemed to have a huge, bright grin on his face, his every step seeming to have a cocky swagger and unwavering confidence to it. He joked, jabbed, grinned, and charmed his way into everyone's heart at some point or another( and not just because of his crazy flirting spree, the love between him and most of his crew was a familial thing.) His happiness and smarts seemed to earn him quite a few friends. Not even Bones, the grumpy country doctor, could deny that he held a fondness for Jim; no matter how much of a pain in the ass the damn prick could be.

Now, as for a certain half-Vulcan first officer….

Jim knew they'd started out pretty bumpy.

But he thought they were past it, because he and Spock have been nursing(at least, Jim was trying to) a budding friendship for the past while.

Jim was fond of Spock…..

And although the stuffy guy would never say it aloud, Jim knew that Spock was starting to become fond of him.

Jim was irresistible.

Er…he meant that in a completely friendly, platonic way.

Yup. Very, very platonic indeed.

…..right.

Spock, being the scientific observer that he was, also saw Jim as a 'Most illogical and emotional individual'. Or at least that's how he would put it. Jim was very sure of it.

Jim Kirk was cataloged as a joyous being.

And that was that.

OoOo

For Jim, the day was filled with boring, uneventful nonsense.

After his shift ended on the bridge, he left, giving Sulu the conn. He approached the turbolift at a slow pace, stepping inside and going up to the corridor, where he had a hot date with his desk and paperwork.

Man, Jim loved paperwork. He fucking adored it.

It's not like it's the most boring, mind-numbing thing in the world, and he could honestly find something else to waste his time doing while off-shift. No sir.

With a heavy sigh, Jim shuffled into his quarters, in no rush to get to his paperwork. That crap could wait until he got to the desk.

Almost after an hour of paperwork, Jim's head started to hurt after trying to read the same thing over and over again. His brain was doing the thing it does when it's tired of reading, blurring the words together and not processing the information inside the text. After what seemed like the umpteenth time Kirk read the sentence, he decided he deserved a break.

Yes, a break sounded like heaven.

Setting his PADD down with the many others assembled on his desk, Jim walked out of his quarters and paused, deciding on what to do. There was always bothering Bones-he always got a kick out of that. Grinning at his oh-so great idea, the cheerful captain made his way down to sickbay, where the seemingly grumpy creature, Leonard Mccoy resided. While at the entrance, he waved to the nurses on duty, who all…..seemed to be staring at him strangely. Weird.

He found Mccoy in his office, the tribble he had kept (after resurrecting the poor fur ball) sitting in a cage on the far side of the room. The doctor was sitting on his desk, staring at his pet with indiscreet interest. Jim stopped just inside the door, and Mccoy looked up after a moment of silence.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Damn it Jim, you look like you've seen better days." was his response.

Jim looked at him in clear confusion.

"Huh?"

"Have ya even looked at yourself in the mirror? You look like a damn bus ran you over!" Bones replied, approaching him slowly with a tri-corder. Jim held up his hands, as if Bones had just produced a weapon.

"Uh…." He started. To be completely truthful, Jim really hasn't checked his reflection since this morning, and even then he hadn't liked what he saw. When he looked in the mirror, he was met with a pale face, dull eyes, and dark circles under usually alive, sharp blue eyes. So Jim couldn't imagine what he looked like now. No wonder Sulu and Chekov looked concerned throughout half of the day; hell, even Spock looked worried.

Jim thought he concealed it well enough…..apparently not.

"I'm gonna take that as a 'no'." Mccoy grumbled absently, glancing at the readings of his tri-corder. "Honestly Jim, would it hurt you to sit the hell down for once and take care of yourself? From what I can tell; from my readings and from just common sense, which by the way, you seem to lack, you haven't slept in forever!" Forever may have been an exaggeration but Bones was actually very concerned.

"God, Bones, it hasn't been that long…" Jim mumbled, running a hand through his slightly messy hair. He attempted to smooth it out, with little success.

Of course Jim hadn't slept in what had seemed like forever. His dreams wouldn't allow it.

But Mccoy didn't know that. And Jim decided that he didn't want the man pestering him about it, so he kept quiet.

"Jesus Jim, whatever. I don't care if I'm exaggeratin' the time a bit, You need to get some sleep before you collapse from exhaustion." Bones concluded, putting his tri-corder away again. He then shuffled behind his desk, opening a drawer, and spent the next 5 minutes shifting through its contents.

…He pulled out a hypo.

Jim blanched (if that were even possible now). Then he chuckled nervously. "…..What's that?"

"This? Oh," he then waved the hypo in his hand "This is a sedative. For sleepy times." He seemed to be deriving a sick pleasure from Kirk's obvious horror. Slowly, he inched his way towards Jim, a grin twisting upwards on his face.

"Nononono! That's alright; I'll try sleeping on my own thank-you very much!" Jim exclaimed nervously, backing away at surprising speed. By the time he was at the thresh-hold, Mccoy lowered his hand, scowling.

"That's what I thought. Go sleep. Now. Or next time I won't hold back." He threatened.

Jim followed his CMO's orders, almost running back to his quarters and going to bed, deciding the paperwork could wait.

Of course, when he did fall asleep, it was anything but peaceful.