The first time it was definitly his fault (though he'd totally deny it in the reports)
Spock hadn't slept in days and it showed. It really showed. The dark bags under his eyes, pale(er) face, lack of snappy (but still logical) comebacks. His graceful demeanor had even been impacted. Spock ussually slunk into and out of rooms like a cat, now he just stumbled, near collapseing anytime someone bumped into his shoulder. Jim knew that he had to take action before his Vulcan crew member keeled over on duty. He snuck a look from his chair at Spocks station where the Vulcan sat staring at his moniter, every few seconds his eyes would close for just a second too long and Spock would statrle upright.
Jim wasn't the only one who had noticed. Caring looks and worried glances were shot around the bridge, faster than phaser fire to avoid the Vulcans suspicion. Jims eyes met Uhura's and she motioned her head at Spock. He nodded and returned the worried glance. Their shift was nearly over, the ship was hovering over a starbase in the Taurean system and was restocking. No negotiations, no shenanigans. Giving the bridge one last sweep (and assuring himself Spock was not keeled over at his station) Jim got up and walked into the elavator.
/
It was an odd time on the Enterprise. Dinner was over but it was still young in the evening. Many officers loitered in the rec room, idly chatting up yeomans or on Scottys case, hacking the food replicator to get booze for the growing crowd that surrounded his work eagerly. Jim just smirked and looked the other way, just in time to see Spock enter. He motioned for the vulcan to join him.
"Care for a game of chess, Spock?"
"It," Spock paused for a sedond "It would be a most agreeable course of action Captain"
Spock sat next to Jim (with a noticible gap between the two, Jim knew how Vulcans were about touching). Jim was about to move a pawn when he was interuppted
"That is a most illogical move, Captain"
Jim just smirked (but thinking better of it, he did choose another pawn). The game continued on late, it wasn't that Jim had improved, no his strategy was as illogical as ever, but Spock seemed to lose concentration as the game continued. Jim yawned as he placed his rook, just one more move and he'd win. He was about to prompt Spock that it was his turn when he felt a dead weight on his shoulder. Stiffening, Jim turned his head slightly to glance at his shoulder. The room went dead silent as more and more people turned to see. Spock noticing the differnce in noise nuzzled his face further into the crook of Jims neck. There was round of soft "awwwwwws" as many female (and male) members melted at the adorablness of the situation.
He motioned for a crew member near him.
"Alright, shows over. Could you get everyone to leave?" he whispered. The red shirt was about to leave when Jim added "and call for Doctor Mccoy aswell!"
After everyone had been rounded up and was out the door he whispered "Thanks" and the red shirt nodded, before disapearing through the automatic door. A few awkward minutes later McCoy walked in.
"What kind of BS mess have you got yourself into this time, Jim?"
"SHHHHH" warned Jim, moitoning to the sleeping figure on his right. McCoy backtracked for a second, before almost dying of laughter (though quietly after the glare that Jim sent him). Gaining a more proffesional air he walked over and waved his tricorder over the sleeping Spock. Spock turned his head from the beeping but did nothing to present an awareness to the situation. McCoy stared at the results for a few seconds
"Well?" urged Jim.
"Tricorder says theres nothing wrong with him. He's just tired," when he saw Jim begin to move he added "Don't try an' move him. I don't doubt this is the best sleep he's had this week, and you know what they say 'let sleeping Vulcans lie', s'like poking a bear"
Defeated Jim slunk back, before his eyes widened
"I have to stay here all night!?"
He was met with McCoys cackling as the doctor flaunted out of the room. Grumbling he settled down into the couch, with one last look at the sleeping vulcan. Brushing a hair that was out of place and covered Spocks eyes he was met with a purr. If he hadn't been so tired he would have looked futher into that curio of vulcan biology,
but right now all he wanted to do was sleep.
"Lights, 0%"
and the room was met with darkness.
/
When Spock woke it was warm. Which wasn't strange for him. He always kept his quarters above the average temperature of the ship, which was much more comfortable for a half vulcan. The thing was, Spock couldn't remember entering his room last night, the last thing he could recall was playing chess with Jim. He was comfortable, and would have been content to stay that way, if something next to him hadn't started to move.
"Hnnn?" came a tired voice next to him "Spock?"
The captain, spock relized, he was sleeping next to his captain. Spock stiffened and his eyes snapped open to find themselves met with sleepy cerulean eyes and blonde hair. Kirk stood up, stretching and stole another glance at his first officer. Seemingly content that Spock had rested long enough Kirks eyes wandered up to a clock on the wall.
"$#!T is that the time?" Kirk dashed madly out of the room. Spock was still sitting on the couch with messy (messy for a vulcan) bedhair and a blanket draped over his legs when Jim returned.
"Spock," he prompted "Our shift starts in 3 minutes"
and with that he was gone.
/
No one on the bridge questioned why both Spock and Kirk were late to the bridge (They weren't really late but both had a habit of arriving early). No one questioned why they both looked so frazzled (Both had just thrown their uniforms on and dashed for the elavator, though Spock would never admit the latter). Word had already gotten around the ship (and pictures, godamnned Scotty and his securtiy camera hacking). Jim took one last look around the bridge and was greeted by smiling faces and a well rested Spock.
He decided there was no place in the universe that he'd rather be.