AN: This is just a short intro from Spock's POV for my Valentine's Day speacial story. I'm kind of behind on it, because I've been rather busy, but I thought I could atleast try and publish a little something on the ACTUAL Valentine's Day. I hope this gives you a good taste of the impending doom that awaits Spock in chapters to come. I also hope you pick up on the Spork-y under tones, wink wink.
Something was up, Spock could tell. The entire day he'd had a faint creeping sensation along the back of his neck, as if he were being watched. Whenever he would sneak a peek over his shoulder, however, the bridge seemed to be business as usual. Well, almost usual. Spock narrowed his eyes slightly as he glanced back at his Captain. At first glance he appeared to be sitting nonchalantly in his captain's chair, his legs crossed, his back straight, his arms resting easily on the cushions at his sides. But the more Spock looked, the more he noticed something was definitely off. Jim's legs were squeezing together slightly, his left boot digging somewhat into his right calf. His back was not only straight, but rigid, a slight tension forming between the shoulder blades. His hands clenched the cushioned arm rests of his chair a little, his fingers almost white at their tips from the lack of blood flow. But the most telling detail of all was his eyes. For the past half hour, since Spock had first started to catalog his Captain's behavior, Jim had been staring at the view screen in front of him with rapt attention. While the sight of space whizzing by outside was indeed an incredibly fascinating sight, it was not something Jim Kirk, the hyperactive Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise, was about to be taken in by, especially since it was a sight he saw every day.
As Spock watched, a small trickle of sweat slithered its way down Jim's forehead, following his hairline to his ear, then slipping around the curve of his jaw and down the smooth skin of his neck before disappearing into the collar of his shirt below. In the cool temperature of the bridge, perfectly comfortable by human standards, sweat was an unequivocal sign of nervousness. It wouldn't be long now before the Captain slipped. Sure enough, after the slow passage of another minute, Spock caught the slight shift of Jim's eyes as he glanced towards the science station. As their gazes met, Jim seemed to wince, his cheek twitching slightly upward, before he snapped his eyes forward once more. Spock catalogued the reaction as he turned back to his own task. Something was definitely up, and whatever it was Spock had an uneasy feeling he would be pulled into it before the day was through.