A is for Alien.
When they had first met, Spock was so fucking Alien to Jim Kirk that he had to sit back for a moment and watch him arguing that he had cheated just to try and figure him out.
It didn't help, and he wouldn't get any further with his endeavor until a year and a half later, when Spock kissed him for the first time.
B is for Betrothed.
Spock would have laughed had he not been strictly in control of his emotions. His captain was just staring at him with a look of disbelief on his face.
"We're...What?"
Spock steeled himself for the explosive reaction, the fear and the anger.
"Betrothed, we are to get married."
Three.
Two.
One.
"Bullshit."
That wasn't the expected reaction.
C is for Comfort.
When Spock didn't show up, not even later in his shift, Kirk was worried.
Heading to the Vulcan's quarters, he punched in the override code, the doors opening quickly as if sensing his worry.
Spock was curled up on his bed, tears streaming unnoticed down his face as his hands gripped the blanket tightly.
Kirk crossed the room quickly, sliding into the bed next to Spock, wrapping his arms around the Vulcan's slim waist.
"Spock...I'll be here to comfort you when you need it, you know that."
Spock nodded, tears still falling down his face.
D is for Devoted.
Spock was absolutely devoted to Jim Kirk.
Every waking moment was spent watching over him in some way, making sure that he was still alive and well.
When Spock himself did not go down with the landing party, he monitored Kirk's vital signs, his frequencies, his heartbeat.
McCoy could often be heard muttering about "Obsessed green blooded hobgoblin." but Spock didn't care.
As long as his T'hy'la came back safely and was once more in his arms, he could ignore any of the worlds.
E is for Eternity.
It wasn't fair.
James T Kirk would eventually die, probably when he was somewhere around fifty.
But Spock...Spock would die somewhere in the next couple of centuries.
Spock would live for what seemed like eternity, and James T Kirk could not follow him into something like that.
It wasn't fair at all.
F is for Faithful.
Spock could never imagine being with someone other then his golden haired captain, not anymore.
Uhura was a good friend of his still, but they had never really worked out.
Even when Jim died, Spock would still remain faithful to him and his memory.
G is for Gallant.
Jim smiles when Spock comes to his rescue.
Not just because it means that he'll once more see another day, but because it makes him feel like he isn't the only one with these feelings.
He smiles even wider when Spock refuses to leave his side, no matter if he's unconscious or so weirdly out of his own mind that he can't distinguish his doctor from his mother.
Spock is his gallant knight in shining armor.
And he's alright with that.
H is for History.
Spock knows that their history is different, that the older version of himself is not him exactly, but he can't help but find himself irrationally jealous over the fact that Spock Prime had a loving relationship with Kirk Prime.
Illogically, he seethes every time Spock Prime gets within a few feet of Jim, a deep primal anger building up and taking over every sense, destroying completely his ability to think clearly.
I is for Ion storm.
Every time they passed through an Ion storm, Jim realized, something was bound and determined to go wrong.
Take this for instance.
He was currently staring at a wizened version of one of his best friends, who was surrounded by a happy family.
Leonard H McCoy, also known as Bones, was staring at his older self.
"Captain, We appear to have been sent fourty years into the future due to the transporter malfunction." Spock said, drawing attention to himself.
The older version of McCoy looked at them carefully, eyes settling on Spock, then wandering over to Kirk. "You're not exactly wrong, but you're still not right, ya damned green blooded hobgoblin. I believe it's fourty-seven years, and that it's always the transporters fault."
A young woman stared at them all, blue eyes wide behind her glasses.
"Granpa? Are these the ones you worked with?"
McCoy nodded. "This would be them." he muttered, turning to smile at a man with graying hair, who looked familiar, but Kirk couldn't place him.
Older McCoy looked at them, then back at the other man. "Feel up to one more mission, Monty?" he grinned.
The man smiled. "Ah'd be willin ta help 'em get back ta their ship, yeah."
Bones looked shocked at his older self, mouth gaping. "Is he...Is he Scotty?" he asked, incredulously.
Suddenly a voice rang out. "Hey, Bones! You here?"
All heads of the younger crew of the Enterprise snapped towards it, eyes wide. Coming through the doorway was an older Kirk, with an older Spock in tow.
This Kirk was getting on in years, but he was still recognizable. He took one look at the younger crew and smiled. "I remember what's happening. An Ion storm messed with the transporter, and so you're here now."
Younger Spock nodded. "That is correct."
Briefly touching his fingers to Older Spock's, Older Kirk walked over to them. "If I remember right, me and Scotty have to help you back."
Younger Spock went stiff when their fingers touched, watching his older self intently. All he could see was a deep seated relaxation and a comfortable aura.
His older self not only welcomed the touch, he seemed to yearn for it.
For now, he would keep the information from his captain that the finger touch had been a Vulcan kiss.
J is for Joking.
McCoy winced as Kirk's shout echoed through the entire ship.
"I'm WHAT?"
Shaking his head, McCoy sighed. "You're pregnant Jim, due to that pointy eared bastard."
"Please say you're joking."
"Wish I was."
K is for Kaput.
"Keptin, chances of zis maneuwer verking are wery small sir. Ve might not surwiwe."
James T Kirk grimaced, nodding at the young navigator. "Understood Chekov."
Chekov winced at the tone in the captain's voice.
Kirk looked towards Spock. "Spock, is there any chance of anything happening at the last second?"
"No sir, nothing."
Chekov's jaw dropped as he looked at the screens.
"Sir, ze chances of zis happening are small, kaput, nada...But ve are pulling away from ze grawitational pull of ze sun, ve are going to live through zis."
Kirk sat back in his chair, jaw hanging.
"Unbelievable..."
L is for Level-headed.
"'Pock..." came the weak whisper of his captain, distracting the Vulcan from his current mission of getting the blonde back to the Enterprise.
"'Pock, I don' 'hink ahm gettin' back..."
Spock looked down at the man in his arms, not caring about the blood staining his blue uniform shirt purple.
"Captain, I am doing everything in my power to make sure you return to your ship alive and well."
Kirk snorted, blood welling up faster from the wound on his arm, merging with the blood coming from his chest and cheek.
Even in the face of danger, Spock was the more level-headed of the two.
M is for Mirror-verse.
Kirk looked around, eyes wide as he took in his surroundings, then turned to McCoy.
"What the hell are we like in this dimension?"
McCoy shook his head. "Don't know Jim, but I do know that we might have a few issues getting back."
Scotty nodded in affirmative. "He's right cap'n, the longer we stay, the less ahm certain we can get back."
Kirk sighed, then looked down at his uniform. "This place is weird..."
Uhura snorted. "We're in a mirror-verse and all you're weird-ed out by is your uniform?"
Kirk grinned. "Of course! This outfit is horrible, it's a bright green vest and has a gold sash. There's no sleeves."
Uhura rolled her eyes while Scotty watched McCoy poke around the sickbay.
McCoy winced as he picked up a letter and read it, shooting a quick look attached to a blush at Scotty.
N is for Notional.
Spock closed his eyes, groaning in frustration.
Opening them again, he looked around once more, trying to think of a way to escape and get back to the Enterprise.
"Oohh, thinking of leaving me so soon?" crooned the soft voice of his captain. "But we haven't gotten anywhere yet."
He looked once more at the man, shaking his head. "You are nothing but an illusion, you are only notional, nothing real."
The illusion smiled sadly. "I know, but you can at least pretend you have him for real."
Spock looked carefully at the illusion. "It is illogical to pretend that I have a romantic relationship with James Kirk when all you are is a product of my mind."
The illusion nodded slowly. "True...Always thinking with logic, aren't you?"
Spock nodded. "Yes."
O is for Overwrought.
Spock walked slowly through the ship, eyes cast downwards as he went, feet making almost no noise.
He was still thinking about the illusion back on the planet, the one that had willingly set itself in front of him, his for the taking, in the form of his captain.
He punched in the code for the door to his quarters, the soft whooshing noise prompting him to take another couple of steps forward.
He wasn't alone.
Snapping his head up, he took in the view of his captain, lying on his back, splayed across the bed.
His mind flashed briefly to the illusion once more, body heating quickly.
"Spock, something's bothering you, you actually managed to show emotion today."
Spock inclined his head, determined not to let the captain see the flush of green across his cheeks. "Captain, I apologize for being overwrought."
"Spock...How many times have I told you to call me Jim?"
Spock gulped quietly.
P is for Philter.
Jim stared at his first officer, eyes wide as the Vulcan stalked closer to him.
"Jim..." he trailed off, eyes dilated to the point where the brown was almost drowned out by the black.
"Jim, I fear that the effects of the rain water on this planet are somewhat of a philter."
Jim blinked, confused. "A what?"
"A philter, what you would more commonly know as a love potion."
"Ah..."Jim gulped quietly, suddenly nervous. "What's going to happen?"
Spock stepped closer and Jim no longer had to wonder.
Q is for Qualified.
Spock stepped into the room, hands clasped behind his back. "Sir, I do believe that you should be resting still, not trying to remove yourself from this room."
Jim glanced up, wincing, bandages still covering his entire torso. "Spock, I'm getting bored in here..."
"I am aware, captain. However, I do believe that only Doctor McCoy is qualified to make the assessment that you are fit to leave."
R is for Redemption.
Jim sighed, watching Spock once more attempt to talk to Uhura.
When was he going to realize you can't get redemption for some things?
S is for Sight.
Spock watched as Jim felt around a corner, his heart crying out with anger at the sight of his T'hy'la stumbling blindly.
Stepping forward quickly, he grabbed Jim's hand, ignoring the squawk of indignation as the blonde man found himself being helped.
"Spock, I feel helpless already, do you have to make it worse?"
Spock brushed his pointer and middle fingers against Jim's own two. "Forgive me. I do not mean to make it worse, T'hy'la, I simply wish to help you."
Kissing his neck, Spock continued.
"When it is dark for you, I will be your sight."
Calming down, Kirk relented and let Spock guide him to a seat.
T is for Transporter.
Kirk holds his breath as the landing party beams back up after a large mishap with the transporter, one which had caused everything being sent up to disintegrate shortly after arriving.
It makes it worse for him, because Spock, SPOCK is part of this particular landing party, was the one leading it.
And damn it all, he had volunteered to go first and alone to see if the transporter was working right yet.
Jim watches, fearful, as Spock steps off the pad.
"Mister Spock, how wouldya be feelin' as o' now?"
It's at the two minute mark now and Spock shows no sign of falling apart.
"I am unharmed, Mister Scott."
Scotty smiles, then turns to Jim and nods.
Jim lets out his breath, hardly daring to believe it.
Spock was alright.
U is for Unborn.
Kirk sighed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Stressful day Jim?"
Suddenly smiling, Jim turned to Spock. "Why do you ask if you already know the answer?"
Spock came closer, putting his arms around Jim's quickly rounding waist. "Doctor McCoy did say to take care of yourself, I find it most illogical to not take care of you myself, Jim."
Jim's hands found their way to the growing bump of his stomach, Spock's hands resting on top of his, both of them quiet as they held (as best they could) onto their unborn child.
V is for Vacation.
"James T Kirk, youngest captain in Star-Fleet...Is so ready for a vacation."
Kirk sighed, rubbing his closed eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
He'd just finished the whole business with Nero, the Nerada, the future-Spock...And he was beyond ready for a mini vacation to just erase the fact that he'd had to deal with all of that. It wasn't enough that he'd had a hell of a time, but that he'd met his father's killer, the reason he himself had nearly died. A small amount of vacation time, hell even a mission with nothing eventful happening would be enough.
He sighed again, leaning back against the wall.
A vacation with his first officer would be nice, watch that muscled body moving in nothing but stuff that didn't involve work...
He shook his head.
Useless to dream about a vacation that would never happen, he should stick to dreaming about what he had learned from Spock-Prime's mind meld with him, the memories he had seen of their relationship.
His Spock would never be his, he just needed to adjust to that idea.
W is for Warm.
Kirk sighed, shivering.
The door to his quarters opened with a whoosh, admitting Spock. "Captain. I have come to ascertain the status of your comfort due to Mister Scott announcing the non-working status of the ship's heaters."
Kirk stared at him, still shivering. "Spock, for the love of everything, shut up and get over here...Hurry or I'll make that an order."
Spock inclined his head, eyes smiling. "Yes captain." he said as he sat down on the bed next to Kirk, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around him.
Kirk sighed in relief. "Spock?"
"Yes captain?"
"You're warm..." he whispered.
X is for Xenophobic.
The planet they had beamed down to was a settlement of humans, one which had been established so long ago that there had been no contact between them and any other species since they had settled.
Which meant that, once Spock beamed down, he was treated with contempt and horror, the humans looking on in anger as he walked among them.
Kirk tried to explain, but suddenly it was like they had been transported back to the Earth year 1662, where the witch hunt had begun and madness had sunk in.
Which led to their current predicament.
Spock was tied to a pole, a fire bed built around the bottom.
Kirk, McCoy, Chekov, and some random ensign were being held back as one of the leaders of the settlement held a torch for all to see. "Tonight! We burn the demon!"
Kirk winced as the one holding him twisted his wrist as he squirmed.
He hated Xenophobic cultures.
He smiled as he felt the transporter start to work.
They must have missed their check in point, Scotty was beaming them up.
Which included the ever so slightly nervous looking Spock.
The moment they were back on the ship, Kirk went over to his friend, wincing at the large bruises around his wrists and covering his eyes. "You alright Spock?"
"I am well, Captain."
Kirk smiled. "We're not beaming back down there."
Y is for Young.
Spock-Prime chuckled as he watched his younger counterpart talk with a young James Kirk. There were so many things those two had yet to go through together, that they were going to strengthen their friendship with. They were yet to have many adventures, as they had just become part of one crew and captain and commander. He smirked as he realized something else. The younger versions had yet to face against the threat of Tribbles.
He sighed after he thought that. "Oh Jim..." he whispered, voice layered heavily with sorrow. "Jim, we've had so much time together, but I would give anything to have more, even if it was just to say goodbye...You should see your young self, it is a bit jolting to see you young and whole again, but it reminds me of when we first met."
Young Spock looked shocked, or as shocked as he would allow himself to look, at something Young Kirk said.
Spock-Prime smiled once more. "Jim...Were we really that oblivious when we were young? They've yet to realize that there is anything more between them than command position and friendship. If we were really that thick headed, I apologize."
Young Kirk smiled at Young Spock, his blue eyes (So different than Kirk-Prime's...) sparkling with mischief and happiness at something that Spock had said, lips parting slowly as he replied quietly, earning a Vulcan version of a smile.
"Jim..." Spock-Prime sighed with longing, still nimble fingers playing with the necklace that had a holo-vid in it, one that his Kirk had made for his birthday. "Oh Jim, youth might be wasted on the young, but these young need all the time they can have."
Spock nodded, acquiescing to a truth Kirk had mentioned.
"They are really like us, for all the difference's that Nero caused."
Z is for ZigZag.
Spock and Kirk liked to ZigZag between friends and friendly enemies.
One day, they would be working together perfectly on the bridge, the next they would be at each others throats. Even when playing chess, they would continue this behavior.
Kirk would snarl and show every emotion on the scale, Spock would tuck as many emotions away as he possibly could, and then coldly insult Kirk, driving the blonde mans rage higher and higher until it burst.
There was one time, however, when it burst in entirely the wrong way.
Kirk pressed Spock to a wall, his lips devouring the others, hands pressed to the wall and tangled in the Vulcan's hair.
Pulling back, he searched Spock's entirely surprised and shocked face, not even bothering to hide his emotions.
"You can pull back, you know...You can pretend this never happened, that I never touched you like this, and we can go back to the way we were, fighting and playing chess...You can forget..."
Spock blinked, looked at him, then blinked again. "Captain, you have forgotten to mention your own alternative. I fear you have left yourself out."
Kirk smiled sadly. "Because I don't have one...Even if you try to forget, I wouldn't be able to...But you can choose to push this aside, I won't let it affect our work."
Spock gave the man a look, raising an eyebrow. "Captain, I believe that if we were to enter a relationship of this kind, it would affect our work no matter what."
Kirk sighed, backing off and running a hand through his hair, looking down at the floor and starting to turn to walk out.
Spock laid a hand on his shoulder, a frown on his face. "Captain, I do not believe I told you that it would be affected in a negative way."
Kirk smiled.
"Does that mean you're willing to try? It won't be easy."
Spock rested a hand on his captain's shoulder, brown eyes searching blue. "Forgive me, Jim."
he whispered as he placed his hand on the mind meld contact points, leaning forward until his nose brushed Kirk's.
Kirk had a brief memory of an older Spock mind melding with him, but was suddenly blown away as he settled into the sensation. This was an entirely different thing, it felt like everything in his mind was stripped bare and thrown in front of the man entering his mind, but he trusted the Vulcan.
"This could be..." he was unaware which of them was saying this or thinking it. "The start of something beautiful."