Author's Note: Uhm. It's official. I am such a Trekie now it's not even funny. I wanted to clarify; this story takes place in the new 2009 movie. "Loss" takes place in the Original Series. This story is mostly going to be INTERNAL MONOLOGUE by the best fucking character ever created who I love more than life itself. ... I mean, Spock. There will probably be moments when I switch to Kirk.

Disclaimer; Characters are copyright to Gene Roddenberry; Star Trek 2009 is copyright to J.J Abrams

James Tiberius Kirk - Tiberius coming from his father's father; James from his mother's father. He is, in name, a perfect combination of his parents. That notion, however, is quickly pushed aside as one learns how much he reflects his father, George Kirk. James T. Kirk has a commanding, vibrant, charismatic persona; he is capable of seeing problems from several angles and is more than willing to meet them head on.

James T. Kirk is a stubborn, obtuse, brash leader whose decisions will one day lead to an earlier date for his already eminent death. His genius gives him a 'God complex'; that is to say, he believes himself to be invincible simply because his impetuous nature has gotten him out of a handful of 'scrapes'.

It was because of these reasons; Spock reasoned with himself, that he felt anger. No, that wasn't right. Vulcans should not feel emotions. What he felt … what he didn't feel-

The idea had nearly gotten every single crewmember aboard the Enterprise killed. Spock had warned his Captain of this fact. However, the idea of passing through a Klingon sector of sub-space in order to avoid a star that had a less than point-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-one chance of imploding whilst they warped past was never doubted in the Captain's mind as a "totally good idea".

The impending firefight had been anything but a surprise when a Klingon warbird un-cloaked as they slowed to an impulse-engine crawl across the border from the neutral zone. It had been close. As fate would always have it, warp drive refused to cooperate for exactly ten-point-one-five minutes, during which the Enterprise suffered marginal damage to her hull. Precisely five crewmembers were harmed in the ensuing chaos, although they were discharged from medical with naught more than a broken bone at the worst. The Captain himself had even sustained a minor injury, though nothing severe enough to validate a stay in sickbay.

It was because of the illogicality of it all, the fact that Captain James Tiberius Kirk was acting obstinately truculent and refused to even acknowledge the fact that his rash behavior had nearly cost him his ship, that had created this violent dispute between himself and his commanding officer. The entire bridge crew was silent and unmoving. From where he was currently standing, Spock could only just see how Nyota appeared to restrain herself from entering the discord.

"This maneuver, Captain, was entirely unnecessary," To his own ears, Spock's voice was nearly overcome with unrestrained not-emotions. He had never been more grateful for his Vulcan discipline.

"Hey, we made it out alive, am I right?" Captain Kirk glanced around at his crew, clearly seeking some sort of approval for his reckless actions. Spock nearly scoffed.

"There was a less than zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero----"

"Could you just say 'million-to-one possibility', Spock? You make my head spin with all those zeros."

Spock's fists clenched at his sides, much against his will. "Captain, I am not …" he grappled for a term to put himself on his Captain's level, "I am not in the mood for your particular brand of humor. As I have said, the conflict with the Klingons could have been entirely avoided, had we simply warped straight by the star."

There was a ripple of shock palpable across the bridge; Spock theorized it was strong enough that even non-telepathic life forms could feel it. The only reason he could think of to verify such a reaction was his nearly subordinate behavior towards his Captain. Spock quickly assessed his mental barriers.

"Mr. Spock, I simply couldn't risk it. This old girl can survive a run-in with a warbird; I know that for sure. I didn't want to be needlessly risky by passing by a star that was that close to supernova. Besides, we only got a few scrapes." He ran his fingers along the bruise blooming across his forehead. "And we got to kick some Klingon ass."

The non-emotions suddenly overtook Spock. There was no logic to it. Perhaps it was the Captain's smug twist of his mouth, or the triumphant gleam in his eyes, but Spock's barriers came crashing down with a sound much like what he'd heard of Terran ocean waves.

Before he could understand this phenomenon, his fist had whipped out and cut across the Captain's jaw. What had once been silence on the bridge was broken by a crew-wide inhale of air. To Spock, it felt as if the universe has come to a standstill, even as his subconscious scolded him and reminded him that no such thing had happened, and that he was simply in shock. He had a right to be in shock, he thought back at himself. His fist hung oddly in the air and he pulled it back to his side, arms locked straight.

"Spock!" It took a moment for his brain to process that the sound was coming from behind him, and as he turned he could see that Nyota's mouth was hanging open ever so slightly, her eyes wide and her pupils constricted. She, too, was in shock.

Although he did not want to see what this face will show him, Spock turned himself back around to gaze at his Captain. Captain Kirk was bent over, twisted sideways and back against Commander Sulu's console, his chin held loosely by his left hand. At the back reaches of his mind, Spock was sure that he should to say something, but everything that he thought to say was immediately deemed unworthy. He could not simply erase the fact that he had physically assaulted his commanding officer, his Captain, in front of the crew, with a simple "Sorry". The longer he stood there, the darker the skin of Kirk's jaw began to grow, a bruise to rival that of his forehead. With his Vulcan strength, Spock would be very surprised to learn that he hadn't broken his Captain's jaw.

The rest of the crew was still not making a single noise; it was almost as if they had become stone. Again, his subconscious scolded him for using such Human metaphors. Finally, the spell was broken when Kirk's eyes become focused and swiveled around in his head to catch Spock. Those blue eyes, icy and yet usually illogically bright and friendly, had lost their luminance and warmth. There is something to this change that struck Spock at his core. He could not stay on the bridge another moment. Before his not-emotions could overcome him again, he strode silently into the lift, eyes downcast until the doors become a barrier between himself and the crew.

End Note: If you can't tell, I am beyond thrilled to be able to find HUGE LENGTHY WORDS for things like, ass. or nose. This will be a chapter-fic.... I think. Ya'll know the drill..

Also, I would really like to say that I do appreciate you all. You, YES YOU, are amazing. I am still getting favorites and reviews of my very first fanfic, "Chickenwuss", and I'm so immensely in love with you all. What you like about my crap I'll never know. 3