The time has come for The USS Enterprise to take off into deep space for your upcoming five year adventure, and you feel that there is something you have to say before you and the man you love are stuck together that long. Especially considering you work closely with him constantly. You know you have to come out and tell him, but you don't know how, and more importantly you don't want him to feel differently. You don't want him to not love you back, because he is your soul mate, if such a thing existed. The man you see everyday strolling by in that command gold shirt, the man who's dark black pants are much too form fitting for you to handle. The man who you, at one time disliked because he passed the test when he shouldn't have been able to. The man who understood you; James Tiberius Kirk, your captain and holder of your heart.
You walk to his home early, much too early for anyone but him and yourself to be awake, on the day of scheduled departure, to declare your feelings for your captain. You arrive at his door at precisely the time you anticipated you would, six-thirty, and slowly knock your hand against the wooden door. You feel your heartbeat quicken as your Vulcan hearing picks up him approaching the door, and you try to suppress the feeling, but can't . You had for too long, and now you just couldn't stop yourself. It gets worse when he opens the door in just a towel wrapped around his waist. He had just gotten out of the shower not more then five minutes before you had arrived, judging by the wetness of his glimmering chest. You nonchalantly adjust your stance as you stare into his big, baby blue puppy dog eyes. "Good morning, Captain. Just thought I'd stop by before we have to leave for deep space. I hope I'm not too early, sir." You turn your head down to seem sorry for possibly showing up at a bad time, but really your being sure he can't tell your very pleased to see him.
"No Spock, you're perfectly fine. Please, come in." He motions for you to step inside, and you willingly comply. After shutting the door he walks into the bedroom. "I'll just be a moment, Spock, please, feel free to sit." You once again do as he asks, and you begin to have regrets about coming. You wish you hadn't. You feel like he just sees you as a good friend, but not even his best, because obviously that's Bones. You begin to worry even more then you already were, but before you can do anything rash like leave, Kirk walks back in. He's not wearing his shirt yet, but he puts it on after he starts a pot of coffee. As he walks toward the table you sat at, you cross your legs. You wish you could suppress that damn thing you were born with, but being half human makes it particularly bad since Vulcans could only control lust when it wasn't mating season, which coincidentally it is. Maybe today was a bad day to do this, but you have to now, you are already in your captain's house, and you know you can't just leave without saying something, Kirk would never let you. "So Spock, what's on your mind?"
Damn, he was getting right to it. Now it'd be especially hard to tiptoe into the confession. "Well, Captain, you see-"
"Spock, you're in my house. You don't have to address me formally, heck, I was practically naked in front of you a minute ago! Just call me Kirk." Now that the image of Kirk in that towel, all wet and fresh is back in your head, you will yourself to continue, remembering why you came here.
"Okay, Kirk. You see, since we're going to be in space together for the next five years, I, um, well, I felt it's only logical to inform you that, um I've uh-" He cut you off again, thankfully, because that was pretty painful.
"Look, Spock, just tell me. Don't over think it. You've probably done that enough, considering who you are. No matter what you say, we will always be friends." He smiles at you, but you were stunned. despite that, you manage to keep as straight a face as you can, considering you are in love with the man you are just inches away from, and you can not believe he just blatantly told you he doesn't love you. Unless he's just saying that because he has no clue what you are about to say. Stop it, Spock, you are over thinking this, and your captain just told you not to. Just tell him.
You take a deep breath as you begin spilling your heart out. "Kirk, it has come to my attention that over the few years we've worked so closely together, I have developed feelings that I didn't believe I was capably having." You stare into his big blue eyes again, pausing to see if he's following you.
"Continue." The look on his face indicates he understands where this is going, but he's making you finish.
"James, I think I... I think I'm in lo- I think I'm in love with, um," you trail off, obviously agitating the man infront of you as his voice is now raised an octave.
"Well, Spock, who are you in love with? Is it Uhura, because you two would be a good couple..." What? did he just say that? "Cmon man, don't leave me hanging." He's hoping this isn't about him, he just directed your confession away from himself, and he is staring at you now, making you realize he hadn't been before. Before he had been glancing at the clock, or the coffee, or his hands. His glorious, big strong, calloused hands. You really want to grab them and well, hold them. You don't really know what else you will do with those hands, at least not yet.
"You."