Title: Obsession
Rating: T (Language)
Pairing: Spock/Uhura, Spock/Kirk, Kirk/McCoy
Author's Note: Songfic short. Plot bunny I needed to get out of my system.
Follows "Blah, blah, blah" but can be read separately.
Features Hurt!Kirk and angst.
Song: "Stephen" By Kesha Rose (lyrics after fic)
Kirk banged his comm. against the dashboard. He quickly thumbed a text message to McCoy asking for a call back. The telephonic device buzzed seconds later.
"Kirk, speak," the cadet reclined across the leather seat, defeated.
"Dammit, Jim, I know it's you. Why must I call you at such a godforsaken hour?"
Kirk smiled. McCoy was reliable and frank, just the kind of friend he needed. "Thought the comm. broke. False alarm, I guess." On his back, Kirk observed the cosmic designs over Iowa. As a boy he thought he could pick out every planet among the stars, but enlisting in Starfleet put new perspective on the void above.
McCoy groaned and turned himself over in bed. "He stood you up?" It was a rhetorical question. McCoy knew the answer because it had been the same for weeks. The past year at the Academy was full of young women trailing in the wake of heartbreak created by James Kirk. Lately, however, Kirk spoke of a new conquest he met at the nightclub they frequented. Kirk had spent night after night at the bar waiting for this conquest to show up again. He never did.
"Something like that," Kirk sighed.
"Stop beating yourself up over this." McCoy wanted to say that the man wasn't worth it, but based on the fact that he refused Kirk's repeated advances McCoy guessed he had enough self respect to be a genuine catch.
Kirk was parked outside the nightclub waiting for a call, message, or other sign that the object of his affection felt similarly. There were still a few hours to sunrise and Kirk thought he would pop into the bar for a nightcap before driving back to the Academy base. "Just want some closure, that's all."
McCoy cleared his throat, "One would think two weeks of avoiding you at all costs would be closure enough for you."
"Bullshit, Bones. If what happened was a mistake the bastard should tell me to my face." Kirk slammed the car door and stomped toward the bouncer.
Frank greeted him familiarly with a slap on the back and held the door.
"Well alright then," there was no sense arguing with Kirk on this. "Get back safely and all that."
"Of course." Kirk snapped his comm off and shoved it deep in his jeans pocket. The rowdy bar was rather quiet, even for a week night. As Kirk approached the bar, the tender set his usual drink out for him. "Slow night?"
Phil smiled kindly and moved along to serve the others seated around the counter.
"Hey, Phil," he gulped down the amber liquid and gestured for a refill. "Have you seen my friend around here?"
"Pointy-eared Starfleet fella?"
Kirk grinned, "That's the one."
Phil screwed up his face as if searching the crowd. "Isn't that him?"
Sure enough, Commander Spock was sitting at a booth huddled with Cadet Uhura. The sight turned Kirk's stomach. Struggling to breathe, Kirk threw back another shot of whiskey. "Been here long?"
Phil shrugged, "Maybe an hour. Maybe less." The bartender poured Kirk another glass and informed him that he was at limit.
"Yeah, that's fine. I'm good." But he drank that shot just as quickly as the rest.
Kirk couldn't take his eyes off Uhura. What had ever attracted him to her in the first place? She had been a tough nut to crack. A challenge. She was beautiful; she looked delicate but composed and determined. Despite all of this, at the moment Kirk felt no good will toward her. She was with Spock. Her hand was entwined with his. Her leg was pressed against his as they giggled and blushed. And he hadn't called or sent any message other than persistent avoidance.
Kirk wanted to go over there and give them both a piece of his mind, but as he pulled himself to his feet his mind became fuzzy. He wobbled and grabbed the bar railing to steady himself. Sufficiently composed, Kirk looked up to see that he was being watched. His eyes met Spock's briefly.
Spock was deep in thought. He looked tired and withdrawn, but comfortable in Uhura's company.
Kirk decided to confront him. Tripping over himself, Kirk made it to the booth that held Spock and Uhura. "Hey! Fancy meeting you here; mind if I sit?" He slid into the booth across from his fellow cadet, a smug look on his face.
"Kirk. What are you doing here?" She removed her hand from Spock's and cleared her throat. "I didn't think anyone from the Academy traveled this far for a bar."
"It's the music." Kirk confessed glaring at the man next to him, "Best for dancing. Right, Spock?" The cadet smacked the other man on the shoulder in a less than friendly gesture.
"I am sure I do not know to what you are referring." The commander glanced around suspiciously.
"Oh, come on, Spock. A little bump and grind? Surely you've engaged in such intimate activities with your lady friend." Kirk winked at Uhura as he hid his breaking heart.
Uhura scoffed, "Would you like me to get rid of him, Commander?"
"Commander? Damn, he gets off on that hot-for-teacher shit? That's messed up, Spock. You should know better." The whiskey gave Kirk new confidence and a loose tongue.
"Cadet, may I speak with you a moment, in privacy?" Spock grabbed Kirk by the elbow and scooted out of the booth. Steering him to an empty table, Spock reprimanded the younger man. "You are out of line."
"Oh yeah?" Kirk dared.
"Yes," Spock insisted. "I have observed your actions since our encounter. You are allowing yourself to be ruled by your human emotions. It is pathetic."
"What emotion do you see in me now?"
Spock held Kirk at arms length and looked deeply into his eyes. His gaze was captivating and unnerving. "Jealousy. Pride." Spock's voice trailed off as he finished with, "Heartbreak."
"Hurt. Anger. Disgust." Kirk added for him.
Spock took a moment before speaking again. When he did, his voice was calm and low, soothing. "I did not mean to stir up these emotions in you, Jim."
"Remember my name now, do you?" His words were bitter and he meant them to be.
Straightening himself up, Spock dismissed the comment. "My affections are engaged elsewhere. For leading you on, I am sorry."
"Bullshit," Kirk spat, but arguing did not help the matter. Spock had expressed his disinterest firmly and asked the other to respect that.
"Let's not make a scene, here." A scruffy voice came from just over Kirk's shoulder.
Kirk turned to see his friend through blurred vision. "Bones?"
"Let's go." He guided Kirk away from the Commander.
"How did you find me?" Kirk stumbled into the cool, night air. He leaned on his friend, forcing McCoy to support most of his weight.
"Phil," the doctor grunted.
Kirk's breath reeked of alcohol, "The bartender?"
Nodding, McCoy agreed, "I asked him to look out for you. He sent me a communiqué when you decided to engage a superior officer and instructor of the Academy." McCoy sat on the hood of Kirk's car and invited his friend to join him.
Kirk saw that McCoy was wearing plaid pants and a t-shirt. "Pajamas? You didn't even get dressed?"
"It sounded urgent," McCoy laughed.
Kirk was nodding off as he stood mumbling nonsense and random observations. "You look comfy. He thinks I'm crazy. I'm some lovesick puppy. He wants to take me out to the barn and shoot me. Set phasers to kill." Kirk over-dramatized lying himself out on the hood of the car.
"You are acting rather pathetic."
Kirk whimpered, "Take me home, Bones?"
"Of course." McCoy pulled his friend off of the car and slid him into the passenger seat.
"Hey, Bones?" Kirk spoke groggily, "You take care of me."
"I am a doctor, Jim." McCoy turned the ignition.
"No, not like that. I mean, why can't I fall for someone like you?"
McCoy reserved his laughter. "Cause you're a conceited sonofabitch, Jim. Just the way I like ya." Steering the car toward the Academy, he smiled to himself.
"Bones?"
"Jim?" McCoy allowed himself a chuckle at the sight of his half-asleep companion.
"Thanks for getting me out of there before I made a fool of myself."
McCoy nodded, "Anytime."
Stephen
Why won't you call me?
Stephen
Why won't you call me?
I saw you in your tight ass rocker pants
You saw me too
I laughed 'cause I was completely trashed
And I watched your ugly girlfriend sneer across the room
As if I really care that she's here with you
All I know is...
You're my object of affection
My drug of choice
My sick obsession
Stephen
Why won't you call me?
I'm sitting here waiting
Why won't you call me?
Stephen
I'm feeling pathetic
I can't take rejection
Why won't you call me?
I've got guys waiting in a line
For me to play my evil girly games with all their minds
Just watch me
Got it down to a simple art
Just bat my eyes like this
And there's a broken heart
But somehow...
You turn the tables
What the hell
I can charm the pants of anyone else
But you
Stephen
Why won't you call me?
I'm sitting here waiting
Why won't you call me?
Stephen
I'm feeling pathetic
I can't take rejection
Why won't you call me?
Stephen
I'm thinking' that maybe
You might think I'm crazy
Is that why you won't call me
Steve
Don't you think I'm pretty
Do you not love me
Is that why you won't call me?
'Cause you're my object of affection
My drug of choice
My sick obsession
I want to keep you as my pet to play with
And hide under my bed forever
Stephen
Why won't you call me?
I'm sitting here waiting
Why won't you call me?
Stephen
I'm feeling pathetic
I can't take rejection
Why won't you call me?
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