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BASED AFTER STAR TREK:2009 MOVIE. NO BIG SPOILERS. MMSLASH
"Captain Kirk, there is a message from Star Fleet." Uhura turned from her station to face the Captain's chair.
"Put it on the viewer." Uhura went back to her station and tapped on a few buttons. The viewer showed Admiral T'Remberale.
"Captain Kirk," she nodded her head.
"Admiral T'Remberale. Are there orders from Star Fleet?" Jim inquired. He sat up straight in his chair and tried to look official.
"Yes. You recall Delta Vega?"
Jim scowled-how could he not? "I do recall," he answered.
"Excellent. Your next mission is to form an expedition crew with you at the head to discover unknown species on this planet."
"Yes, Admiral. We will set a direct course for Delta Vega immediately." Admiral T'Remberale nodded and the viewer was switched off. Jim slumped in his seat. Damn…he thought.
"Set a course for Delta Vega, Captain?" Chekhov asked.
"Yeah," Jim ran his hand through his hair. "Mr. Sulu, you have the con." He stood and walked to the elevator, glancing at Spock on the way. Spock met his gaze, held it for a second and turned back to the computer-almost as if he were ashamed. Jim stepped into the elevator and headed up to sickbay.
"Bones," Jim strode into the sickbay peering for his CMO. He spotted him holding a PADD with a frown on his face. Dr. McCoy looked up from his work and he saw Jim; his frown deepened into a scowl.
"What is it now, Jim? I've got so much damn paperwork to do I don't have time if it's something stupid." Bones tapped a few buttons on the PADD and set it down on a bed.
Jim sighed, "We have to go on an expedition to Delta Vega." Bones started.
"Are they insane? Don't they know about that damn beast-"
"They know, Bones. I have to make up a team to go down there." Jim sat down on a bed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't want to take anyone down there!"
"Jeez, Jim…" Dr. McCoy didn't know what to say to him. He knew how dangerous it was on Delta Vega.
"I'll lead it, of course, and I suppose I'll take Spock, Sulu, and a couple ensigns and leave Chekhov in charge."
"I'm going with you and I am bringing my assistant." Bones grabbed a medi-bag and began stuffing it with different hypos and bandages. He opened a drawer and pulled out handfuls of gloves and blankets.
"What? No, Bones, they'll need you two here!" Jim protested. He was not getting his best friend into this mess. He snatched the blankets out of his hands.
"Yeah, and what if something happens down there? Who's gonna help you out? Huh?" Bones poked Jim hard in the chest. Jim was at a loss. Bones took the blankets back from Jim and put them in the medi-bag and zipped it shut. "You're stuck with me and Poirier whether you want us or not, Jim."
Jim stared at the man before him deep in thought. When he left Delta Vega those many years ago, he distinctly remembered telling himself he would never return to that barren hell hole. And now he was going back not only against his will, but now he was endangering his crewmates. "Why does this happen?"
"Hm?" Bones hummed without thinking as he shoved more various medical paraphernalia into another smaller bag.
"Why am I always chosen to do stupid, dangerous, and useless missions?!"
" Because you think outside the box, you are experienced, you handle pressure well, and damnit Jim stop complaining. You know they picked you because you have actually set foot on Delta Vega. Granted, a beast almost killed you, but we need information on it; This mission isn't useless." Standing Leonard turned to Jim and placed reassuring hands on his broad shoulders. "You won't be alone this time."
After looking him in the eyes for a few questioning seconds, Jim turned and exited the SickBay, the door whooshing behind him.
Bones shook his head wondering just how this would turn out. He knew Kirk still hadn't gotten over his psychrophobia and he also knew it was triggered by his little trip to Delta Vega.
"Damnit Jim" He whispered to himself before once more turning back to packing his medical equipment he felt might come of use.
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"Captain? May I have a word with you?"
"Sure, come on in," Kirk replied without lifting his head as he packed harshly, throwing things roughly into a pack. Looking up finally his face turned to one of a scowl "Oh…its you, Spock."
"Ah…yes. It would seem so." Spock straightened his shoulders and clasped his hands behind his back.
"What do you need? I'm kinda busy." Jim stood tall but still was still shorter then the half Vulcan half human by inches. Looking up at Spock gave Jim the strangest feelings of butterfly wings in his stomach. Stop it Kirk. He is your first officer, not some girl you can play with. He thought to himself while he tried to quell his feelings.
"I believe it would be most logical if I was to head the mission on Delta Vega."
"Oh? And how would it be? I was chosen specifically."
"You are afraid of the cold, are you not? It would not be wise for you to return to a planet with such extreme conditions."
Opening his mouth, Jim closed it once again, unable to come up with a witty remark. He frowned and said, "I was given direct orders from Admiral T'Remberale to lead this mission. Your opinion does not matter in this situation."
Spock lifted an eyebrow, his lips tightening. Jim's heart skipped a beat-he loved that eyebrow quirk. Ever since he first saw it he had practiced the trick in front of his mirror…well until Bones caught him. That ended it pretty quickly.
~Flash back~
Damnit! How can that man do it!!?? Jim thought to himself angrily as he tried and failed again. His eyebrows wouldn't work!! They would raise together and sink together but not individually. Ok. One more time. He leaned closer to the clear reflecting glass, his nose barely touching before-
"What the hell?"
"GAH!" Jims back straightened automatically and just barely missed bashing his face into the mirror. "Holy shit Bones! don't do that!"
"What the hell were you doing?" Bones leaned on the doorway. "Trying to make out with yourself? Isn't that a little awkward?"
Jim cleared his throat hastily, a blush rising in cheek. "I'll be on the bridge." He left quickly, snatching the folder title Kirk, James T.
~Flash back end~
"I was merely expressing my concern for the safety of the crew." Spock stood straighter, if that was even possible.
"Are you doubting my ability to protect and lead my crew?!" Jim was shocked, all romantic thoughts fled his mind. His arms that were folded across his torso fell to his sides, fists clenched, and he puffed out his chest.
"I can deal with a few snowflakes, thank you very much Spock." He spat out the Vulcan's name as if it was a bad taste he wanted to get rid of.
"If you think so, then I shall be in my quarters getting ready. Chekhov has informed me that we will arrive at the planet in a few hours." With that, Spock turned on his heels and left briskly. Even he could tell when a dismissal was ordered. The door shut behind him and Jim collapsed onto his bed, his hand covering his eyes. His other hand twisted the Star Fleet issued blanket around.
Damn him…Jim sighed, kicking off his shoes. He pulled his legs up on the bed and fretted over the mission before falling into an uneasy sleep filled with white and blistering cold winds.
The com buzzed and Chekhov's voice played over the station, "Keptin. We have reached Delta Vega. Do you wish to gather the expedition group in the transporter room?"
Jim rolled over and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He reached out to push the intercom button, saying, "Yeah, send Mr. Sulu, Mr. Spock, Dr. McCoy, and three ensigns. I'll meet them there in ten minutes." Jim crawled out of the bed and opened his closet, yanking out the heavy uniform he'd need for this stupid mission. He pulled it on as well as tucking his thick pants into his fur-lined boots. By the time he reached the transporter room, he had broken out in a sweat. The expedition team was waiting for him in the room.
"Here Captain," Scotty handed Jim two communicators. "I amplified it's signal in case of a storm so it'll be easier to make contact to beam you back up."
"Thanks, Scotty," Jim tucked a communicator into his belt and handed Spock the other without meeting his eyes…His dark, blue, enticing-Shit. Gotta stop thinking like that. Jim jerked himself out of his reverie. He stood next to Bones on the transporter pads. Bones was muttering about the stupidity of beaming. He was already fidgeting. Jim hid a smile.
"Activate beams." Jim said. Blue lights swirled around the crew as their molecules began to tear apart. They disappeared from the Enterprise and their shapes began to take form on the frozen planet below. The team materialized in a large cave; It was one that Jim recognized. This was where he met Spock Prime…This was where his feelings for his First Officer developed.
Finally as the surrounding light faded and they were whole once more, a blast of freezing air hit them. Each of the men turned so their back was facing the wind, and it took all Jim's strength not to fall to his knees. Its fine, just a little wind. I can take it! I have to, I can't let them see. I can't let Spock see.
Bones flipped up his communicator and had to yell over the whistling winds "Thanks Scotty. Couldn't you beam us farther into the shelter?"
"Nah, it would have been to risky. It was hard to pinpoint the location you are at because of the storm anyway. Any farther into the caves and I might 'ave lost you." The reply was fuzzy and hard to understand through the static.
Sighing, Bones closed the communicator, and started to walk farther into the caverns. Each of crewmates followed suit, except for Kirk. Noticing this, Spock slowed his walk until he stopped entirely. Spock paused as if thinking, then finally walked back into the wind towards his captain.
"Everything alright, Captain?" his voice, while trained to mask emotion, still held traces of concern. He slightly tilted his head to the left when he noticed Kirk's eyes were screwed shut.
"Yes. I'm…fine" came the shaky reply.
"You do not appear to be so. One would assume-"
"Don't assume anything Spock. I am fine, just a little chilled." His eyes opened swiftly and were full of what Spock guessed to pure determination. Spock watched as the confusing human straightened himself and followed Bones, Sulu, and the others. He is afraid of the cold, yet refuses to show it. An honorable trait of a Vulcan, but is it normal for that of the human race?
Catching up with the others, Spock set down his large pack and unstrapped his sleeping bag, designed for extreme weather. Rubber lining on the outside to keep out the cold and wet, lined with fur and wool on the inside to keep in heat. Silence filled the natural shelter as the men and women went about their tasks setting up 'camp'.
The fire pit was still intact from when Spock Prime spent his time on Delta Vega, so one of the ensign placed a FireLog within the circle and lit with his phaser. Instant light and heat filled the space and like a magnet, Jim sat as close as possible. He gazed at his Science Officer across the flames. He had set down his sleeping bag and was unloading precious instruments to measure and identify different things. Spock paused, glancing up. His dark eyes met Jim's crystal blue orbs. Jim turned pink and stood, turning his back to unpack his own materials. Spock cocked his head curiously but resumed his task.
Around thirty minutes later Jim raised his voice asking, "Has everyone done what they needed?" When he got the murmured replies of yes, he struggled to say his next words. "We have six hours of daylight. Let's make the most of it." There was a flurry of movement as the group threw what they needed into their packs and they huddled together.
"Ready? Let's go," Jim waved a gloved hand. He put his headset in his ear and tucked his scarf around his hood. He pulled his goggles down and tested the mike. "Report in order."
"Spock."
"Sulu."
"McCoy."
"Jennings."
"Poirier."
"Alright, move out." Jim made way for the cave entrance. For all the weather blocking clothes and insulation he had on, the wind chilled him to the bone. He shuddered and took his first step into the knee-deep snow. Jim held his scanner out in front of him, it registering the land formation and notified them of black ice. "Stay behind me. Spock!"
"Yes, Captain?"
"Pass out the flares in case one of us gets lost or separated from the group. The wind died down but visibility is still iffy and I don't want to lose anyone!" They circled together, eager to get the colored flares. Each one was differently tinted to identify the person that was lost.
Spock = Red; Sulu = Yellow; McCoy = Blue; Jennings = Green; Poirier = Purple; Kirk = Black.
"Ok we each have our flares yes? Good. Now pair up! Spock, your with Jennings, Sulu with me, and McCoy take your assistant, Poirier. We are going to fan out in a circle to about 100 meters radius for today. Look for fissures, crevices, and possible lairs for the beast. Mark them on your PADDs. Meet back here as soon as you finish. And make sure your life-lines are secure to each other!"
Five 'yes's sounded to his ears before the pairs went on separate ways. He and Sulu started to tread the deep snow in a companionable silence.
Even with his coats, snow pants, boots, and gloves Jim still felt the cold seeping through. The shivers tore through his frame and deep down he knew the cold he felt wasn't from the snow or wind.
The idea of being stranded alone, without heat, still frightened him beyond reason. Kirk never fully forgave Spock for exiling him to this god forsaken place when he was just 25. He thought it was for the best. Besides…without him leaving me here to die, I wouldn't have met Spock Prime. A soft smile graced Jim's chiseled features at the memory of the older Vulcan. A warm sensation started in his abdomen until it spread through his body and Jim reveled in it.
He had yet to figure out what it was but recently Spock had invaded his dreams, in ways his science officer had no right to be invading. While it shocked him at first, Kirk blamed it on his abnormally long celibacy and lack of shore leave...until a few days ago when he caught himself staring at Spock's…'phaser'.
Blushing once more at the thought, he let his mind wander back to his Vulcan-WOAH! I did NOT just think of him as mine! Would that be a bad thing though? Smiling and daydreaming of things he probably shouldn't be, he failed to hear the insistent beeping coming from his scanner.
Soft popping and cracks under their feet could be heard only by Sulu. The Japanese-American stopped and called his Captain's name but it was futile. To Kirk, everything was white noise until-
CRACK
Kirk froze. crack?…CRACK?!?! OH SHIT!
"ARGGGHHHH!!" The thin layer of black ice gave way under Jims weight and he was sent, plummeting into a dark abyss.
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