"Do I look Fat to you?" Jim asked while eyeing his posterior with a threatening glance. His uniform was fitting a bit snug around his middle and lower regions. The young Captain placed his hands gingerly on his hips and felt down his thighs and backside, his brow furrowed in confusion. He looked as though he gained about 10 pounds but how? He worked out regularly and ate his meals with no unhealthy snacking in between. Jim poked his stomach and sighed. "Spock, I asked you question." The Dark haired Vulcan shuffled a bit but didn't respond. "Spock."

"I already gave you an answer earlier this morning," His first Officer replied curtly with a roll of his eyes. He was lounging in a desk chair with a manual opened neatly in front of him, four pages pressed tightly between his long fingers. "I said you look as pleasing as you on average do. " Jim gave him a half hearted glare. The commander simply flipped a page, oblivious to the Jim Kirk 'I'm onto you glare.' The Captain and his first Officer were practically roommates now since their joining some 6 months earlier. The Captain was most diligent in getting his commander to crack and Spock was not invincible to the James Kirk Charm. Jim spun lightly, still eyeing himself. He went over to the mirror and began to slowly rotate in place, eying his body as one might a feral creature. Spock watched him with a slightly upraised eyebrow. "Have you become more conceited seeing as you look more into a mirror than most earth women? In the past few days, you have become oddly centered on your increasing weight. It's almost abnormal how human beings seem so obsessed with their physical appearance . . . . . ." Spock flipped a page.

"Did you just call me fat?" Jim asked with a suspicious tone. "If you didn't, you most certainly just called me ugly. I can understand most of that Vulcan jargon you mutter out now."

"I did no such thing Captain." Spock said slowly so as not to arouse the Captain's anger. Jim's moods were getting a bit odd lately. Yesterday, he practically was screaming orders at the crew when someone spilled their coffee on him in the mess hall. Later on in the Rec. Room, someone lost a chess piece and Jim became suddenly depressed, withdrawn, and generally unbearable until it could be found. Then at dinner, he threw a hissy fit worthy of a five year old because the replicator couldn't give him a watermelon smoothie. Which was odd seeing as it was a beverage that Jim often and quite vehemently despised. Spock was secretly becoming worried for his lover as these actions were most unlike him. "Captain if I may-."

"Jim." Jim supplied sourly. Something was way off with him. When he and Spock returned from yesterday's meal in the mess hall to their room, he didn't feel like sex . . . . . which was most peculiar for the young captain. And this morning, he was vomiting all of last night's dinner. He was unable to sleep, he had a terrible headache, his legs felt weak, and his body just seemed to ache. And what was worse about it all was that he was trying not to alert Spock to the problem, because he didn't want him to worry. But Spock seemed to be ignoring Jim just fine. It sort of hurt that his lover could so easily be fooled.

"Jim, then." Spock closed the manual and leaned forward, examining Jim. Dark Brown eyes focused only on him. "You are as beautiful and irrational as you normally are." He said with utmost sincerity. Jim felt his heart flutter but also something else in the back of his eyes.

"You're just saying that. You think I'm fat don't you?"

"Jim your waist nor upper leg has increased in girth. This reaction is illogical." Jim felt tears fill his eyes. He didn't understand! He was just being so . . . Vulcan about Jim's dilemma. Why didn't he understand that Jim needed to be tip-top shape as Captain and that his appearance was to make Spock happy. Why didn't he get it! Wasn't it obvious? What was wrong with him! Jim but his lip and wiped angrily at his eyes with his arm, a choked sob escaping with snuffles through his uniform sleeve. Jim was crying. Spock looked mildly surprised. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with your appearance, Jim. Perhaps you have been injured in some unseen way. Are you feeling well?" Spock stood up to touch Jim's forehead but Jim jerked away, blue eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. They pooled over his lids now and ran freely down his cheeks.

"So that's how it is, is it? You think just because Jimmy gets fat it means that he's not pretty anymore." Jim sniffled loudly. "You Bastard! I hate you." Jim ran dramatically toward the door, slammed his fist onto the console, and screamed. As soon as the door was open, he sped out into the Hall, arms flailing and his eyes shimmering in the bright corridor lights. The door made a faint pop as it closed behind him. Spock, still standing with his hand outstretched, narrowed his eyes and straitened up. The Vulcan raised a polished brow.

"What was that?"