Jim's First Christmas
By: Maranni123
Introduction
Disclaimer: Merry Christmas everyone! :D Christmas. My favorite holiday. It's that one time of the year that I don't mind shopping. :D Just to warn everyone, I'll be in out of town for the next week or so with family after this so I'll be gone for awhile. But I leave to you a bit of Christmas fluff before I go. So, let's get this start. Horrible title, I know but I've been having title issues lately. ;D Anyway, I'll never own Star Trek. It's a sad face. :D Enjoy!
(xXxXxXx)
They met in secret, away from prying eyes and sensitive ears. It wasn't too difficult for them to escape him and meet. After all, they had left him preoccupied with his duties and knew that they had more then enough time. Six figures, six shadows against the walls of the Enterprise. They had chosen their meeting place well, for the room was deserted and the security cameras had already been disabled. Six figures, varying in size and shape. Six different masses and yet they met with the same purpose.
"I assume," the first figure, slender and tall, began. His voice was smooth. "That the supervisor of the establishment has agreed to our proposals?"
The second shadow nodded and seemed to lean back against the wall where her companion shadow stood as well. "Everything is set and ready," the figure said, her voice soft and glossy. "It wasn't all that difficult. With our combined reputations, it was actually quite easy."
"Aye," the third shadow agreed. "A job can get done a lot quicker with a firm reputation to back ye up."
The taller man nodded and turned to the two figures standing next to each other nearest to the door. "And he remains unaware of our preparations?"
Before the two by the door could answer, the lone figure near the meeting room table cleared his throat and all eyes moved to him.
"If you're trying to ask if he knows about this whole business," the man seemed to grumble. "Then your answer is no. I'd say without a doubt that he doesn't have a clue as to what's about to happen."
The smallest figure near the door nodded his head energetically. "Yes," he exclaimed, his voice heavy with accent. "He does not know a thing." Beside him, the taller figure nodded as well. "We've kept it completely under wraps."
The first man shifted and placed his hands behind his back. "I must stress that our 'business'," he pressed, his focus on the man near the meeting table. "Remain a secret, as it is traditional that these arrangements remain known only to us."
The lone figure just shrugged his shoulders. "It's not like he'll be expecting anything in the first place," the figure said softly, a hint of sadness in his voice. "It'll be completely out of the norm for him."
An air of sadness seemed to settle over the room for a moment before the first figure spoke again. "Let us hope that it will not be his last," he said softly. "Secrecy must be our top priority."
The woman spared the man beside her a glance before she turned back towards the first figure. "We'll keep it a secret Spock," she assured him. "Jim won't know what hit him, I promise."
(xXxXxXx)
It was the longest day of Captain James T. Kirk's life. After flopping himself onto his bed, Jim let out a long sigh and curled himself around his blankets like a child. His body was sore and achy and he had a throbbing headache.
Still, despite all that, Jim had a small smile on his face. All the aches and the headaches were worth giving his crew the best Christmas ever. By some miracle, the Enterprise had been given a four week shore leave on Earth during the middle of December, which meant that every personnel aboard the ship would be able to spend Christmas with their families this year.
Jim's smile grew brighter as he recalled the excitement that had spread like wildfire throughout the ship when the crew had heard the news. Everyone began to contact families and friends, telling them the good news. Communication traffic had been insane.
And the once the Enterprise had docked at Star Fleet Headquarters, Jim had been responsible for seeing every crew member off himself. That event was equally insane, seeing that it was Christmas Eve in the morning.
Sure, the crew members with no family on Earth had stayed aboard to help see the rest off and to see to the ship during shore leave, but Jim was the Captain had and the Captain had to shoulder most of the shore leave responsibilities, which honestly, Jim didn't mind. He enjoyed being needed.
But now Jim was finally finished with seeing off his crew and the only personnel's aboard were himself, the main crew and the crew members that volunteered to stay aboard.
'Which means,' Jim thought with a smile. 'That Spock's still aboard.' Jim's day had suddenly begun to brighten. Stretching out his arms over his head, Jim heard a satisfying pop and sighed happily again before he sat up, crawled over to the edge of the bed and reached over to his comm.
"Computer," Jim yawned, closing his eyes as he stretched again. "Locate Mr. Spock, please." A short moment passed before the computer was able to answer. "Mr. Spock is currently located in Captain's quarters, Captain."
Jim blinked in confusion and gave his computer an odd look. "My quarters?" he mumbled to himself. "Spock's not..."
A pair of warm lips suddenly connected with Jim's neck and a soft shiver ran down the young captain's spine. A pair of warm hands wrapped themselves around his waist.
"The computer is correct, Captain," a smooth voice murmured, hot breath causing Jim's neck to tingle. "I assure you, there is no malfunction in the computer's locations program."
Jim chuckled softly and turned to wrap his arms around Spock's shoulders. His blue eyes shining with humor and love, Jim pressed his lips against Spock's cheek softly and then he muzzled his way into the crook of Spock's neck.
"How is it," Jim whispered. "That you can sound so sexy all of the time?"
Spock raised an eyebrow and wrapped his own arms around Jim's waist, pulling the young man down until they were both on the bed, Jim's hands splayed across Spock's chest.
"I do not sound 'sexy'," Spock said, resting his hands on Jim's back. "My voice is as it always has been."
Jim laughed and leaned up to kiss Spock on the nose. "Whatever makes you happy," he said, resting his head on Spock's chest and closing his eyes.
Spock looked down and his lips twitched. He could see that Jim was tired and that he would probably be asleep in minutes. Jim yawned and burrowed his head further into Spock's science blue uniform shirt. It always amazed him that he could find such comfort in Spock's chest. Over the course of their still relatively new relationship, Spock had become Jim's mattress, blanket, and pillow, all in one snug and sexy half-Vulcan package. Spock had become his security blanket. Sometimes, Jim wondered how he ever got to sleep before without clinging to Spock.
But before Jim could get too comfortable, Spock's hand jostled Jim slightly and the young captain raised his head. "Spock?"
Spock bent forward and rested his forehead on Jim's. "My apologize Jim," Spock whispered, aware that Jim would be asleep in seconds. "But I must inquire as to what your shore leave plans are for the holidays."
Jim's eyes instantly shot open as any thoughts of sleep left his mind and his body went rigid in Spock's arms. A moment passed before Jim sighed and pulled away from his First Officer slightly. Spock, noticing the change in Jim's attitude, remained quiet to allow Jim to collect his thoughts. It took a moment before Jim finally spoke.
"Actually Spock," Jim murmured. "I didn't really plan anything for our shore leave. I've been so busy with seeing the crew off, that I forgot about planning anything."
Feeling his stomach start to twist uncomfortably, Jim started to rise off Spock's chest. "I'm sorry Spock," he said hastily. "I should have planned us something special. It's our first Christmas together and I probably screwed it up now."
Jim made to get up from the bed, but Spock grabbed onto the man's wrists before he could leave and pulled him gently back down onto the bed.
"Jim," Spock said softly. "Please do not worry. There will be an ample amount of time for us to have an enjoyable Christmas together."
"Christmas Eve is tomorrow Spock," Jim insisted, frowning and giving Spock a light push on the chest. "Do you know how hectic Christmas Eve is on Earth? It's impossible to do anything unless you have a reservation. Even if we wanted to go out to dinner, it'll be insane! We wouldn't even be able to..."
Spock raised his hand and pressed a finger to Jim's lips. Jim stared at Spock with troubled eyes and Spock allowed himself to give his captain a small comforting smile.
"Jim," he assure the distraught man above him. "Believe me when I tell you that we will be able to enjoy our first Christmas together." Then, knowing that it would cheer Jim up to hear it, added, "However illogical the holiday may be."
Jim chuckled and resumed his snuggling into Spock's chest. "Christmas isn't that illogical, Spock."
Spock let out the equivalent of a Vulcan chuckle, which was really just a louder exhale of breath. "Extracting a Pseudotsuga menziesii and arranging it in your dwelling is illogical Jim," he countered, wrapping his arms around Jim again and pulling the man in closer. "Although the holiday does seem to raise moral among the crew."
Jim laughed and closed his eyes again, his weariness getting over the disappointment in himself for not planning anything for the holidays.
"Only you could use the Douglas fir's Latin name in a conversation," Jim mumbled into Spock's chest. "And not sound like a pompous ass."
Spock reached over with his free hand and draped a loose blanket over Jim's body, aware of the fact that both of them were in their uniforms but oddly enough, not caring. Jim let out a content coo at the attention and could feel his eyes drooping again.
"I am simply going to ignore your comment and tell you to sleep Jim," Spock said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Jim's head. "You are weary and need recuperation. Sleep."
"I don't like being told what to do," Jim mumbled and he let out another loud yawn. "But I'm too tired right now to care at the moment, so I'm just going to fall asleep on my cuddly Vulcan instead."
Spock's lips twitched again and settled down into the bed comfortably as he felt Jim's muscles relax, indicating that he was asleep. For a moment, Spock allowed himself to smile softly down at the man currently asleep on his chest and couldn't help the slight flutter of, dare he say, excitement in his side.
Spock had known all along that Jim had not planned anything for the holidays. In fact, Spock was pleased with how the events had unfolded. It warmed Spock's heart that Jim cared so blatantly for his crew and his care showed in the fact that Jim had spent the last two weeks planning crew member shore leaves and seeing crew members off for the holidays.
The crew deserved a wonderful holiday, of that there was no doubt. But Jim deserved a wonderful Christmas as well. McCoy had shared to him earlier that Jim had never really had a true Christmas, thanks to his less than stable childhood. And that disturbed Spock greatly. Even he had enjoyed Christmas with his mother when he was younger.
Jim deserved to have a real Christmas with the people who loved and cared for him. And Spock and the main crew were going to make sure that Jim had the greatest Christmas ever this year.
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A/N: Well, that's quite a cheesy cliffy. :D But I can't help it, it's almost Christmas and I like being cheesy. Anyway, that the intro and I hoped you liked it. If you did like it, please review. If you didn't like it, then leave me a review. :D Reviews are the best kind of presents. The rest is on the way soon! Good night everyone!