AN: I enjoy my Metalocalypse drabbles a lot. They help me let off creative steam so my brain doesn't explode all over my senior seminar work. So I thought there would be no harm in posting my Star Trek drabbles, too.

Disclaimer: Star Trek and all characters involved belong to Roddenberry, Paramount, etc.

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Lending a Hand

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It was common knowledge that James T. Kirk hated to be left out of anything he took an interest in. This apparently included the personal time that actively dating officers under his command spent together. Noticing Lieutenant Uhura gently tracing patterns on First Officer Spock's fingers in an out of the way section of the mess, he immediately perked up.

"Ooh, are we doing hand massages? I can do that!" Bounding over, Kirk grabbed Spock's free hand in both of his own and squeezed. Hard.

"Mmph!"

The relaxed, pleased, slightly dazed look on the Vulcan's face disappeared in a fraction of a second to be replaced with an expression that was almost entirely unreadable. One eye twitched. Pale cheeks were suddenly awash with deep, deep green. Spock's spine straightened so quickly the snapping of vertebrae could be heard as he wrenched his hand out of Jim's grabby grip and walked, quickly yet extremely stiffly, away.

Kirk wilted under the force of Uhura's glare. "Was it something I did?"

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