"Keep up would you?" Jim span round to face the black animal padding down the corridor after him. He punched in his door code and picked it up, planting it on his lap as he sat on his bed.
Someone knocked.
"Enter."
"Keptin Kirk! I need to ask vhere you got dat cat, Sir." Chekov leant against the doorframe, bags under his eyes. His hair was ruffled and shirt crumpled due to a long stressful shift.
"I'm looking after him for a friend." He scratched behind the cat's ear, it purred loudly and jumped at it's own reaction.
Chekov, who didn't seem to notice and or care, nodded before yawning and blinking sleepily.
"Get some sleep, Chekov. I don't need to collapsing on the next shift." Jim watched as Chekov nodded and left, the door closing behind him.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Jim fell back on his bed, laughing hysterically. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away vaguely.
"I hardly find this funny, Captain." The cat glared at him, it's brown eyes narrowed.
"Oh come here you big ball of fluff." Jim grinned and pulled the cat onto his bare chest where it sighed and curled up.
"See. You like it really."
"It's most impractical." The cat mumbled and stared up at Jim. "I do not even posses opposable thumbs."
If cats were capable of crying, now would have been the perfect time. Except it wasn't a cat. Not really.
"Hush, Spock. We'll deal with it in the morning. Besides, you can sit on my lap all day and no one will bat an eyelid." Jim leant down and pressed a kiss in between Spock's feline ears.
"Lights to zero." Spock said and the lights dimmed down and then off.
He closed his eyes and listened to the beating of Jim's heart and was lulled to sleep by the gentle rise and fall of Jim's chest.
"Jim. Jim. Jim. Jim. Jim." Spock poked at Jim's face with his paw and eventually gave up. He tried something else.
"Spock! Did you just lick me?!" Jim bolted up, wiping at his right cheek.
"It's not like I haven't done such an action before." Spock stated, not even blinking his cat eyes. "I am simply trying to act more like a domestic feline as shift is coming up and I do not wish to be left here."
"I would never leave you anywhere, you know that." Jim stood up and grabbed his shirt. Deciding it was too creased, he got a clean on out the wardrobe and pulled it over his head.
"God I wish I could kiss you properly right now." He muttered, running a hand threw his hair in an effort to flatten it down. Not that he had anything against spiky hair but if it was already messy, he had nothing to muck up during sticky situations.
"I must admit I agree with you currently." Spock jumped off the bed and rubbed up against Jim's ankles. "But, from what I know of your species' pets, this is a sign of affection also."
"You know," Jim looked down at his T'hy'la who continued to circle round his legs. "You're going to need another name. Calling you Spock might cause suspicions."
"Their suspicions would be correct though, Jim." Spock sat down and stared up at him with his brown cat eyes. "But, as I am in no position to argue..."
"Can I call you Sooty?" Jim cut him off and watched as Spock pulled some weird faces. Even weirder considering he was a cat. "Please?"
"If you must but-"
"Good." Jim bent down and picked Spock up. He let out a cross between a meow and a yelp as he was placed on Jim's shoulder.
"Jim! Put me down!" Spock yowled although when Jim opened the door he resorted to meowing.
"We're going to get some milk, Sooty. Calm down." Jim reached up and patted Spock's head in a sort of signal to say 'Shut up and go with it because you're stuck with it.'
Giving in, Spock relaxed and allowed himself to be carried on Jim's shoulder past crew members who simply cooed at him.
'I detest this.' He thought and felt Jim suppress a laugh.
'I love you too.'
Well, it would seem Spock is a cat. Of course, we all know he won't enjoy the attention!
Please review, favourite and follow! Chapter Two will be up tomorrow and you'll discover who Lenny is! Bonus points to anyone who can guess!
Libs ~MusicLoveandMagic~