So after many years, I've returned for a second shot at writing. I have entered a phase where I live, breathe, and love Star Trek. You can thank Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto for my obsession. Here is my first attempt. Hope you like

Stardate 2265.42

He stood on the bridge, hands on his hips, occasionally tugging at the tight golden fabric, conscious to its leave-nothing-to-the-imagination fit on his upper half. I am the captain. It's not as if he was nervous; Starfleet would have been crazy not to have promoted him. Graduating in the top five percent at the Academy, along with becoming a first-year Academy student with ensign rank to the USS Republic and serving under Captain Garrovich as lieutenant to the USS Farragut, it was only a matter of time until Starfleet approached him. In all reality, he was surprised it had taken them this long.

James Tiberius Kirk, youngest captain in recorded history, commanding officer of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701, inhaled before beginning pre-launch preparations.

"Systems report. Communications?"

"Communications systems ready Captain."

Kirk smiled slightly, the sound of his title reverberating through his body, leaving pride and excitement in its wake.

"Helm?"

"Guidance is functional, sir. Onboard computer will interface with Federation memory bank."

"Excellent, thank you Mr. Sulu. Weapons systems?"

"Operational Captain. Cloaking device now functioning in all modes of flight," a young ensign enthusiastically chirped.

"Thank you…"

"Ensign Pavel Chekov, sir.

"Thank you Chekov. Engineering, report," Kirk pressed the comm on the armrest of his captain's chair.

"Ready, sir. Dilithium chamber is converted, fuel cells at maximum, and warp fully operational," a heavy Scottish accent floated through the air.

"Well done Mr. Scott. Prepare for departure, Kirk out."

He sat down in his chair, silently observing his crew finalize pre-launch activity, letting his imagination roam free with thoughts of success on the impending five year voyage that Starfleet had commissioned his new ship. He would accomplish so much; he would be the greatest…

"Permission to come aboard the bridge."

Kirk snapped his head toward the door as the familiar shloop marked its closing.

"Granted," he responded, resting his eyes on a man he'd heard so much about, yet had never met.

Commander Spock. It must be. It was dead giveaway, what with the posture, arched and upswept eyebrows, and… there. The ears. The unmistakable tapering of the pinnae to form a point at the top. There, on Kirk's brand new bridge, stood the legendary half-Vulcan, hands patiently folded behind his back, expressionless, and utterly exotic, his pale skin tinged green in the lighting. Unfamiliar with the planet Vulcan and its inhabitants, as his position upon the USS Farragut consisted merely of observation missions far beyond the coordinates of the planet Vulcan, Kirk was at a loss upon this confrontation of Commander Spock.

Spock's eyes, a deep brown, quietly surveyed the young man before him. Unimpressive. He relaxed his facial muscles, aware to the fact of an inevitable scowl should he continue his observation of the captain.

"Mr. Spock," the human offered his hand, the typical Terran greeting.

The Vulcan, sensing the new captain's complete ignorance to his species, stiffly stretched his arm, refraining from openly exhibiting the shiver of repulsion he experienced upon his smooth hand coming into direct contact with the human. The oblivious human's mind was less than agreeable.

"Captain, all systems ready," Sulu declared from his position at the helm.

"Release our moorings Lieutenant, take us out," Kirk responded, turning back to the stiff Vulcan before him.

"Captain, it is my duty as First Officer to-"

"Commander, I am well aware of the position you hold and its duties. I look forward to your counsel. Helm, are we prepared to warp?"

Spock closed his mouth, having been unceremoniously cut off. He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, following the movements of the lean blonde who promptly sat in his appointed chair.

"Ship-wide broadcast Mr. Chekov. Prepare us for departure."

"Yes, sir! Ensign authorization code 92…"

"Five years Mr. Spock, how about it? You ready? We're making history Commander, I'm practically jumping with excitement," Kirk smirked at the emotionless Vulcan, prepared to endure this mission with a complete robot as his First Officer.

Might as well have fun with it.

"Of course I am prepared Captain, it is my duty-"

"Yeah I know Spock. I was only being friendly." Kirk refrained from laughing at the thought of them ever becoming friends.

"Captain, it is highly illogical that such a friendship could occur, as Vulcans do not express the emotion that which is required in such a relationsh-"

"Of course Commander. Merely a suggestion," Kirk crossed his legs, returning his attention to the expanse of space visible on screen.

"Warp 4 primed, sir," Sulu announced.

Kirk glanced at his new First Officer, who raised an arched eyebrow before seating himself.

Here we go.

"Punch it."

Stardate 2267.83

I am in control of my emotions. To admit otherwise, I admit to being human. I am in control of my emotions. I am in control.

"Captain, I am unsure as to what I wish to express. I pride myself in being erudite in the English language; however, I am unable to procure the proper words to convey my… feelings. You are responsible for my lack of vernacular. As you have always been."

He stared blankly at the machines that were keeping the Captain alive.

"I have only one aspiration Capt- Jim... Don't leave me. Please."

A flatline echoed throughout the sickbay. Commander Spock, for the first time, felt tears glide down his cheeks.

I am not in control.

And… Ta Da! Let me know if it's worth continuing, I aim to please. Thanks for readin'!