My first Star Trek fic. I've recently really began to like the series, so I figured, "why the hell not." As you can guess, this will be a series of ficlets using colors in the spectrum. So, without further ado, here's the first chapter: Red
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Star Trek.

It was the color of many things; anger, hate, war, hell, and evil. Spock frequently disliked the color for its over usage in literature. He could think of many examples at the drop of a hat. But today, the most striking example of red was the blood seeping through the gold shirt of the captain.

A supposedly routine mission hit a snag when more unsavory humanoid adversaries appeared. Klingons wanted to capture the jungle planet of Agros for themselves through means of enslaving the people. Of course the crew of the Enterprise could not have that.

The beginning was more diplomatic then most encounters with the Klingons were. Slowly, things took a turn for the worse when a biased young ensign made a remark that stunned both parties. Then, all hell broke loose as the Klingons were quick to anger after being insulted.

"Spock, get them out of here!" Kirk called, as he stunned one of the attackers. The Vulcan hesitated for a moment,

"Captain, you cannot fend them all off yourself."

"GO!"

Worry and frustration, Spock noted the tone of his captain's voice. With a last glance at the brewing battle, the first officer led the remaining members of the landing party away from the fight. They fled into the jungle surroundings, providing enough shelter for them to safely contact the ship.

"Scotty, beam up the ensigns," Spock said into the communicator. Within a minute, the more dispensable crew members had vanished from the area. All considerations for leaving the planet had left his thoughts as soon as the captain ordered him to lead the others away. Now, it was up to him to lead Kirk back to the Enterprise as well.

"Captain!" he called, drawing his phaser and heading back into battle. He had barely time to register what happened when his arm was grabbed and he was being practically dragged away.

"Scotty, beam us up!" Kirk said, as he flipped open his communicator. Spock fired at the pursuing Klingons over his shoulder.

"Captain, ye hafta stop movin' for a moment, I can't get a lock on ya," Scotty's voice sounded over the sounds of the phaser fire. Without Kirk having to say a word, the Vulcan knew he was suppose to search for some sort of temporary shelter. With a quick scan of the overgrown forests, he saw a possible area of safety. It was his turn to grab the captain's arm as he took the lead. But his hand slipped and brushed against Kirk's hand.

Anguish, fear, threatened, more pain, need. Pain is the strongest emotion. He is…injured? Spock thought in that brief moment of contact. The two ducked behind a few large boulders by a river edge. The dark Vulcan eyes only caught a hint of red on the golden uniform before Scotty beamed them up.

They appeared back on the Enterprise in a matter of seconds. And no sooner had the transportation been completed did Kirk collapse. Instantaneously, Spock knelt beside him, seeing the wound to the fullest extent. How much blood has he lost, was the first thought as he began to place pressure on the gash just below the ribs. Scotty called down to sickbay at once.

" 'm fine…Spock…" Kirk muttered, beginning to sink into unconsciousness.

"Your definition of 'fine' has been warped by your ambitions. 'Fine' would imply that you are not currently bleeding to death," he replied, keeping his emotions in check. The captain didn't respond with a snappy remark as he usually would have. Instead, he gave a weak grin,

"My ambitions, as you say…are what kept you…alive today…"

What's this feeling? It's warm…friendship? Perhaps, but it is shadowed by pain. He's loosing consciousness too. The touch-telepathic removed his hands from the wound as McCoy arrived on the scene.

"Damn it," the doctor murmured.

"Hey Bones…" Kirk whispered, before he allowed himself to drift into darkness.

"One of these days Jim, you're going to actually die."

As the doctor took the captain away as he often did, Spock couldn't help but just stare at the sanguine liquid staining his hands. He felt like this moment belonged in a novel, as blood was frequently used as an example of red. It was a negative example at that. The quicker he washed his hands of the vermillion fluid, the quicker he could be rid of such a pessimistic symbol.

But red also meant other things.

A day later, the Vulcan spent his lunch break down in sickbay with the recovering captain. Kirk was in a rather displeased mood, considering Bones wouldn't let him out of his sight. There was no chance of him sneaking away. Though, Spock managed to cheer the captain up a little, as he brought with him the book Kirk was currently reading.

"Thanks Spock," Kirk said, taking the novel and flipping through the pages. "You know, you'd probably like this book, despite all the color symbolism. Especially in this book, there's a lot of red."

"A color I frequently dislike."

"Why?"

"It has a very negative connotation in 78.4% of novels I have read," Spock answered, with a glance to the area of the captain's injury. Kirk caught the dark eyes flash over towards his wound.

"Well, red can also stand for positive things. Take for example in Greek mythology. When Adonis was killed by a wild boar, a red rose grew from his blood. It can mean the cycle of life, which is important to all civilizations. Red can also stand for love. And, red just happens to be my favorite color," Kirk said with a slight smirk.

Spock remained quiet for a moment as he thought. Perhaps there is some truth to his words…

"I suppose red is not as negative as I believed it to be, now that I consider many other examples," the first officer said. "And, it is also quite illogical to have a favorite color."

Kirk couldn't help but laugh, "Of course it is, Mr. Spock. Of course it is."

And that, my friends, was the first chapter "Red." I hope I've got the characterizations pretty much correct. It is my first time writing for this fandom, though. So I may be completely off. Please review and tell me what you think so far. Next up, "Orange" (I believe orange will become a personal favorite, for what I have planned for the color).
~ Until next time