Another social function, another pretty girl to show around the Enterprise. It was something that James Kirk was growing tired of. His job was often to wine and dine the representative in charge of whatever planetary body they had to convince to join the Federation and to make things run smoothly.
Usually, that body belonged to some beautiful woman. It always felt awkward. But, he did it, it was his duty. What he really wanted was something real, something substantial.
James Kirk never thought of himself as someone who could commit to a long term relationship. They seemed to always end up in disaster.
Deep down, Jim realized why it wasn't working. He wasn't compatible with them. They didn't make him happy. Well, they would for a bit, but the novelty would wear off pretty quick.
James Kirk had bid farewell to one of those beautiful woman, as he exited her quarters. He slowly walked back to his cabin when he decided to go see Spock instead.
He buzzed Spock's room, and moments later it opened.
"I hope I'm not bothering you Spock. Just came back from.."
"Yes, I know, Captain." Spock replied. Was there anger laced in his response?
"I'm beginning to get tired of this song and dance." Jim replied, his voice showing his fatigue.
"What do you wish of me, sir.?" Spock's voice sounded strange to Jim's ears.
"Are you all right, Spock?" Jim replied worry etched on his brow.
Spock turned around, not facing Jim, and spoke.
"What is the purpose of this visit?" Spock's voice was laced with tension.
"All right. That's it. What's wrong?" Jim's voice had no longer any concern for Spock's feelings. He wanted to know why his first officer was being snippy with him.
"There is nothing to be said. I, have nothing to say."
"You're angry with me. Why?" Jim continued to speak, but all he got was Spock's back.
"Anger is an emotion. I am not.."
"Come on Spock. The moment I entered your room, I could feel there was something wrong. I also get the impression, that it has to do with me."
"How very astute, Captain."
"Spock, what the hell is a matter with you?" Jim turned Spock around, only to see Spock's face wet with tears.
"You're crying?" Jim replied, astonishment written on his face.
"I wish for you to leave."
"No, not until you tell me, what's wrong?"
"I do not believe you will understand or accept what I have to say?" Spock replied his voice calmer.
"Try me?" Jim replied his voice pleading.