Title:

Author: KonekoRain

Rating: T to M (Haven't decided yet)

Relationship: McSpirk! Weeee!

Warnings: Slash, Language,

A/N: So, this is my first Star Trek fic. I'm going to tackle the Bones/Spock/Kirk relationship thing. This fic takes place after the 2009 movie and is ignoring STID at the moment. Enjoy!

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Chapter I

Spock sat at his desk, staring at the screen of his computer terminal that was now black where his father's face once was. He immediately picked up his communicator to page the captain.

"Commander Spock to Captain Kirk." he spoke quietly.

"This is Kirk. Go ahead Spock."

"Captain, have you spoken to my father recently?"

"No, but the Ambassador contacted me. I already know about the detour to New Vulcan." Ambassador had become their new code word for his older counterpart. Select few knew of his true identity and they all decided to keep it that way.

"I see." he responded solomnly.

"Is there a problem, Commander?" Kirk asked after hearing Spock's tone of voice.

"Negative. I will begin to make preparations for the stop. Spock out." Spock let out as close to a sigh as he gets and set the communicator on the desk in front of him, pinching the bridge of his nose. It wasn't that he didn't want to see his father or the new settlement his people had made. He had just always been apprehensive about being surrounded by Vulcans again. After all, as far as most of them were concerned, he didn't belong there. He was an outsider among his own people. He didn't want his peers to see the extent to which he was alienated. It was humiliating. He was sure their respect for him would dwindle during their stay. There were two people, in particular, who's opinion mattered more to him than any others. Those two people were the Captain and Dr. McCoy. He was unsure what made their opinions of him heavier than anyone else's, but he just knew that he didn't want to become lesser in their eyes. Spock stood up from his chair and walked across the room. He would begin making preperations as he had told his captain he would. As he walked down the corridor, he met Dr. McCoy as the man was coming from sickbay.

"Hey, I heard we're stoppin' at New Vulcan. What's this all about?" he asked in his usual brash tone.

"It seems my people are having a ceremony to, as humans would call it, christen the new planet. We are merely going at the request of the Ambassador and my father."

"You hobgobblins and your ceremonies. Do we at least get to keep our shore leave in spite of this pit stop?" McCoy asked grumpily. Spock just quirked an eyebrow at him, hands clasped behind his back.

"I am unsure as to what a 'pit stop' is and do not know whether or not shore leave will be utilized for this trip."

"Perfect." McCoy shoved past Spock and continued on his way down the corridor as Spock watched.

~x~x~x~

Later that night, Spock needed to run some last minute details by his captain and, instead of exiting his quarters, decided to just go through the shared bathroom. As he opened the door, without knocking, he took a step back and lightly gasped at the sight before him. The Captain and CMO had been joined at the lips in a passionate kiss, while attempting to divest each other of clothes as quickly as possible.

"Spock!" Jim said as soon as saw his First Officer in the doorway. Without hesitation, Spock immediately turned on his heel and returned to his room. As the door closed, Jim and McCoy swore and began hastily throwing clothes back on. They both went into the bathroom and Jim attempted to open Spock's door. Unfortunatley, it was locked. Jim knocked.

"C'mon Spock. Let's talk about this." Jim paused, witing for a response. When none came, he continued. We [i]need[/i] to talk about this." When they still heard nothing from the other side of the door, McCoy pushed Jim out of the way began entering his medical override code. As soon as he realized what was happening, Jim put his hand over McCoy's.

"Don't Bones. He'll come out when he's ready." With that, Jim and McCoy returned to Jim's quarters and, with the mood having been killed, undressed and went to bed.

~x~x~x~

Spock was attempting to meditate when the first knock came at the door. Already having decided to ignore it, he blocked the noise out and continued his attempts at meditation. His mind was in turmoil and he wasn't quite sure why. Why would the sight of Jim and Dr. McCoy together unravel his nerves to such a degree? Another thing he didn't understand was why his side hurt so bad. Surly, he wasn't going into cardiac arrest. He was healthy. So, why did his heart feel so tight? He was unable to understand the way he was feeling, both physically, and emotionally. As he rose to go to bed, having decided that attempting to meditate in such a state was futile, he noticed a significant chill on his cheeks. Reaching a hand up, he touched his face, his fingers coming back wet. He hadn't even realized he had started crying. All at once, Spock was consumed with a barrage of lonliness, sadness, heartache, and inadequacy. It seemed he had feelings concerning the Captain and the doctor that he needed to address.