A/N: Hello loves! Been wanting to write a spirk story since the longest. It's based after Star Trek Into Darkness. The crew is in charge of hosting a celebration in honor of the one year anniversary since the events of Khan. A surprising turn of events occur that night however. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer of course, I don't own Star Trek.

A Celebration Indeed

Decor Galore!

Chapter 1

Dizzy. There was no other way to describe what he was feeling. Well, in addition to butterflies in his stomach. Why did he feel so flustered? Something in the back of his mind was on red-alert but the intoxication was way more overwhelming. He tasted in his mouth a mixture of alcohol and something…more intoxicating. He heard himself moan out a single word. A single name that made his eyes shot open and fling himself back.

"Spock."

Jim moved his hands from wherever they were onto his first officer's shoulders to push him back. Exasperated, he looked at Spock who was just as surprised. Spock didn't have his mouth open like his captain but his eyes grew big with his pupil's dilated.

Jim felt his heart pounding against his chest. He quickly stood up, a little too quickly actually. He stumbled against a small table next to him, knocking over a glass of wine.

"I-" he managed to choke out. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean- holy crap." Jim fumbled towards the door and he quickly made his way out through the sliding door onto the hall. He quickly picked up his pace seeing as how getting up too fast made him nauseous and dizzy. He shoved himself into the nearest unisex restroom and locked himself in here. He grabbed either side of the sink and hung his head down.

Did that really just happen?

He touched his lips and was suddenly bombarded with Spock's voice in his head, moaning incoherent words. He started remembering bits here and there. Both running through the hall, crashing into that room, lights being dimmed, then the next thing he knew his lips were on the Vulcan's lips. Now he's here, locked up in the bathroom and left Spock all alone in that room. He fucked up.

Boy did he fuck up.

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.

What now genius? He asked himself. How did this even happen?

Everyone was at the bridge, zoned in on their individual work. Jim was reviewing some documents on his PADD when a familiar beeping sound echoed through the bridge. Sulu called out to him.

"Captain, we are receiving a message from Starfleet headquarters."

"Onscreen. Broadcast ship-wide." Jim responded. Within a few seconds, an image formed in front of him on the glass screen.

"Captain Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise," A woman in grey uniform addressed to him. "Starfleet headquarters wants to inform you that in two weeks from today, there will be a ceremony held in honor of the events that occurred with Khan nearly one year ago."

Everyone on the bridge paused their chatter at the mention of Khan's name.

"The ceremony will be held at Starfleet headquarters and will be followed by a banquet. In these circumstances, it is tradition for the captain to hold the banquet and celebration in his or her ship. If you will need any assistance in the preparation for this event, do not hesitate to contact us."

Jim smiled and nodded. "Thank you for informing us. We will be more than glad to do so."

The woman smiled modestly and bowed. "End transmission." She quietly said without breaking eye contact. Once the image dissolved, the whole bridge broke out into whispers and a few laughs here and there of excitement. Jim pulled out his PADD and continued working on reviewing his documents. Uhura got up from her seat and cheerfully made her way to the captain's chair.

"Captain, how are we going to do this then?"

"Do what?" Jim looked up from his PADD.

"You know, deck the place out? We have to make it look good for Starfleet!" She playfully nudged his shoulder.

"You heard the lady, we can just ask for assistance and have some people fix this place up."

"No!" Voices called out in unison throughout the bridge along with Uhura. The room fell silent with only beeping sounds being heard. Jim looked around with an eyebrow raised.

"Okaaaaay?" Jim responded. The room started filling with conversations again.

"Well captain, I think I speak for all of us when I say we haven't partied since forever and one of the highlights of hosting an event is planning it out and being in charge of decorations!" Uhura made her voice most innocently.

"Ay, keptin. I agree with her." Chekov turned around from his seat. Uhura was in the way of his view so Jim leaned to his side and shot a death glare at Chekov. Chekov immediately shrugged and went back to his work. Sulu stifled a chuckled and looked sideways at his partner.

"I didn't want to burden you guys with the work." Jim answered puzzled.

"Oh no no no. It wouldn't be a burden at all! It'll be fun!" She clasped her hands together.

Jim pondered for a moment but decided that it would be sort of fun.

"Alright then, granted. But for now, let's get back to work and finish this small mission on delivering the cargo to this nearby planet." Jim stated. Uhura made her way back to her seat. He was about to carry on with his never-ending work in his PADD when he realized something. He looked to his right and saw Spock's seat empty.

"Where's Spock?" He asked, hoping someone would hear him and answer his question.

"I believe he's in sickbay. He needed something from Dr. McCoy." Sulu answered him, not moving his gaze from his screen. Jim tapped his fingers along his armrest. He hesitated but decided to go tell Spock about the news. They still had time before they got to their destination.

"Right. you have the conn Mr. Sulu." Jim received an "Ay, Captain" from Sulu and made his way onto the lift with his PADD and closed the door. As he heard the sound of floors passing by the lift, he went into thought. Spock probably heard the message anyway. The transmission was broadcasted ship-wide so why did he bother to go tell him in person? Well, he is his first officer. Might as well hear what he has to say in person. He'll probably say decorating the enterprise would be most illogical. Jim lightly bit his thumb while curling his right hand into a fist. He started chuckling slightly. "Confetti is most illogical captain. I do not see how it would benefit the crew to decorate this ship themselves seeing as how we have resources to provide such service." Jim could just picture him saying that. The thought of Spock being the party pooper made him laugh.

The lift swiftly opened the door and he made his way through the hall. Still with a smile on his face, his thoughts trailed onto more serious matters. Has it really been a year? Boy was that quick. To think he almost died. Well, technically he did but Bones always said to not be so melodramatic about it. According to him he was 'barely' dead. Suddenly those last few moments before his death fled to his memory. His smiled faded away.

Spock.

Man did he look destroyed. Jim started remembering how broken Spock looked when he was kneeling down his side at the compartment. Jim felt a small jolt of guilt. He'll never really get over how much pain he caused Spock at that moment. At the same time however, he also did feel a bit of warmth knowing Spock really cared for him. Or at least, he thought so. Then came another wave of warmth which made him smile in amusement. To think him and Spock put their hands together. Well the glass was in the way, but even so, that gesture itself meant everything for Jim. He's not exactly sure what it means in Vulcan culture but all he knew was that it was important. He looked down at his hand while walking. He placed his PADD under his left arm and recreated the Vulcan salute and studied his hand. He turned it palm faced up, ran his left hand fingers over it, and then faced it back down. What was so-

Oomph! The sound of his PADD crashing onto the floor echoed through the hall.

Jim rubbed his shoulder that crashed into- Spock!

"Spock! I'm sorry, I wasn't looking. I-"

"Allow me to retrieve it for you." Spock said calmly, reaching down to his PADD on the floor. Jim felt embarrassed. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Heh, thanks Spock," He said while Spock handed him his PADD. "I was distracted by uh-" He looked up at Spock and felt his stare pierce into his own eyes. "I-nevermind. It wasn't important." Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Where were you headed to, Captain?" Spock questioned him.

"Where you were, actually. I wanted to inform you on Starfleet's latest plan regarding the almost one year anniversary of the whole Khan thing." Spock stared at him even more quizzically.

"Are you referring to the message that was broadcasted ship-wide a few moments ago?" Spock said in a mockingly amused tone. Both started making their way back to the lift.

"Well yeah, but I wanted to hear what you had to say about it." They entered the lift and the door shut behind them.

"I am indifferent to the ceremony and banquet. If it is mandatory however, then I shall participate in it." Spock said in a casual tone. Jim loved it when Spock let his walls down and talked in a more casual tone. Not that anyone could even tell the difference, but Jim could. They've slowly started growing a bit closer ever since the whole incident. The way Spock and Jim are so in sync nowadays. How they finish each other's sentences during work discussions. How they always seem to volunteer for each other's assistance. Not to mention how Spock now responded more to Jim's jokes. Jim felt so accomplished whenever he noticed a smirk on Spock's face or an eyebrow raise or a small tilting of his head trying to hide his amusement when Jim made a witty remark. He seemed to really enjoy Spock's company. Like, really really enjoy it. More than he would admit.

"Seems the crew is really interested in decking out the place themselves though." Jim manged to say throughout his whole cloud of thoughts.

"Starfleet offered to provide any assistance in preparation of said event. Why would the crew want to be in charge of such action?" Spock asked. Jim smiled and hung his head. A stifled laugh escaped his lips. Spock looked at him from the corner of his eye.

"What seems to be amusing you?" Spock asked.

Jim regained his composure right before the lift opened.

"Oh Spock," he causally said, lightly patting Spock's arm. "Nothing. Nothing at all." Jim made his way onto his chair.

"Keptin on ze bridge!"

Spock discretely dropped his gaze onto where Jim's hand touched his arm and then trailed his gaze onto the Captain. He made his way onto his own station.

I can't wait for ze party!" Chekov commented to Sulu. Sulu smirked and continued viewing his screen with information.

" Yeah, hopefully it will be fun."

A/N: yay! first chapter down! I will hopefully post up a new chapter soon! Be patient with me, I take forever to come up with good scenes for chapters. Anywho, I'll try to make this a slow build fic. I cannot guaruntee though since my shipper heart sometimes takes over and rushes onto some good ol' OTP action. The more you review & fav, the more faster Jim will come to his senses and realize he is head over heels falling for Spock. Much love! xoxo