Daddy Cool.
Capt. James T. Kirk was sitting in his chair on the bridge of the U.S.S Enterprise staring into space. The past week had been the quietest, most boring and unbearable week of his life. Starfleet Command had contacted the Enterprise with the orders 'Stay put' for reasons unknown. It seemed the federation had enough starships on patrol. Jim had done what he was told, and stayed put. With a long exaggerated sigh he slowly swiveled on his chair, looking at each of the bridge crew in turn: Sulu was sitting back staring at his fingernails. Chekov was, to Kirk's amusement, dozing in his chair, his head slowly lolling to the side. Jim snorted softly before turning to look at Uhura, who was leaning on her panel with her head in her hands. She looked at him lazily and rolled her eyes when he gestured to Chekov. Spock was, as usual, hard at work, leaning forward pressing buttons and recording figures.
Kirk watched the back of his first officers head for a moment before rising and heading down to sickbay, 'accidentally' walking into Chekov's chair on the way, causing him to jump suddenly. Uhura giggled away in her corner and Spock raised an ebony eyebrow.
Kirk jumped out of the turbo lift and strode to sickbay to spend the rest of the day with Dr Leonard 'Bones' McCoy. If the bridge needed him, they would call.
He entered sickbay to find McCoy and Nurse Chapel sipping brandy and playing chess.
''Hey there Jim, no excitement on the bridge?'' Asked Bones.
''Diddly squat, it's worse than watching paint dry.'' Said Kirk, pouring himself a Romulan Ale. ''Chekov fell asleep at his station, Sulu is giving himself a damn manicure, Uhura is contemplating using up the ships alcohol supply and Spock-''
''The green blooded sucker is working hard at his post. The ship isn't even moving, we might as well be on shore leave and the pointy eared son of a gun would still be making himself useful.'' Exclaimed McCoy, downing the rest of his drink.
Kirk chuckled as he sat down next to Christine.
''Anything from Starfleet?'' She asked.
''Nope. Not in over a week. My last orders were to 'Stay put' and I intend to do so. Anyway, I heard there was a party in the mess hall last night.'' Said Kirk, taking a sip of his drink. ''Who authorised it?'' He said, winking at Christine.
''Who told you?'' Asked McCoy, a bit too quickly.
''No one. I 'heard' it. So you authorised it did you?'' Said Kirk seriously.
''Look Jim, what do you expect? The crew needed a bit of lightening up-''
''That's enough. Why wasn't I invited?'' Said Kirk, smirking.
''Aw, very funny.'' Said McCoy, getting up to retrieve the brandy bottle.
''That's about the most excitement I've had all week.'' Said Kirk chuckling while Christine shook her head.
''So, Spock hard at work is he?'' She asked as McCoy dumped himself down in his chair with a brandy bottle clasped in his hand.
''When isn't he? He's the only person on this ship who has actually done something. It's never been this quiet before.'' Replied Kirk.
''Well, now you've said that I expect we will get some action in the next few days.'' Said Christine, getting up. ''Now gentlemen, if you will excuse me, I'm going to bed.'' She kissed Kirk on the forehead and McCoy on the lips, lingering for a moment. Kirk waggled his eyebrows stupidly at McCoy as Christine left the sickbay.
''Ooh, a bit of loving going on in my ship?'' Teased Jim.
''She's great. Really great.'' Said McCoy with loving eyes.
''Y'know McCoy, this whole thing,''Said Kirk, waving his hand at the ship at large, '' is like a family. Your like our Dad. You and Christine look after us all. Your like our Parents, scalding us for getting into stupid situations, but comforting us in our times of need.'' He continued.
''Yeah, thanks for making me feel a lot older than I already am, but I'll tell ya, I couldn't cope with a kid like Spock. Always got to have the last damn word. My god I'd have him over my knee...'' Kirk broke down in hysterics at the doctor's musings.
McCoy and Kirk sat in the sickbay together until it was near midnight and both decided to retire to be ready for the day tomorrow.
Kirk bade goodnight and made his way to the bridge to check up on things before he went to his quarters. The gentle swoosh of the doors made Spock spin round in his chair and the other crew members look round in interest, they all looked more alert.
''Whats going on?'' Kirk asked to anyone in general.
''Why, nothing Captain, Miss Rand just brought in coffee for everyone.'' Answered Sulu. ''Good coffee.''
''Well, tonight doesn't look like its going to be eventful. You are all excused, but be reminded that you return to your posts at 0600 hours, as usual. Dismissed.''
Kirk walked back to his quarters with Spock.
''The last week certainly has been particularly quiet. With such a large universe, it is most difficult to ascertain why we have not been called to duty.'' Said Spock.
''I know, I saw you on the bridge, how do you make yourself useful?'' Asked Kirk stopping, in his tracks.
''I simply checked, and double checked my results, making sure I made no mistakes.'' Replied Spock simply from slightly down the corridor as he had not noticed Kirk stop.
''Checked and double checked? Your a Vulcan Spock, you never get anything wrong.''
''Naturally.''
''It must have been your human side acting up again.'' Said Kirk, retreating to his quarters before Spock could get the last word. ''Goodnight Spock.'' He called as the doors closed.
Spock raised his eyebrow at the back of Kirk and made his way along the corridor to his own quarters, changing into a simple pair of shorts and getting into his bed. Pulling the blankets up to his chin and burying his nose in them, Spock slowly fell asleep. His human side was definitely getting to him.
Morning came a tad quick for Kirk's liking, being rudely awaken by his alarm clock was not his cup of tea. Rising tousle haired from his warm bed, Kirk stumbled to the bathroom and got ready for another day of boredom.
Spock woke at 0530 and found himself completely surrounded by blankets. Untangling himself he got up and went into his bathroom to ready himself for the day ahead. Looking in his mirror he found that his straight black hair was sticking out in random angles and quickly flattened it down. By 0600 Spock was sitting in the bridge with Captain Kirk awaiting the arrival of the rest of the crew.
Luckily they all came in at the same time, complaining that there was a problem with the breakfast in the mess hall.
The morning went by just the same as the morning had been every other day that week; slowly and boring. Occasionally, there would be visits from Scotty and McCoy, who only seemed to come for the light-hearted arguments with Spock. Arguments that he would never win.
At 1200 the crew took a lunch break. A long one. When Kirk and Spock arrived at the mess hall, the whole ship seemed to be there.
''Look at Bones and Christine over there, looking into each others eyes and holding hands... I wish I had a man like that.'' Sighed Uhura.
''That would be illogical, wishing for something does not make it happen. Most things happen on their own. In fact-''
''Spock, I'm finding you quite illogical. You are half Vulcan, half human, but we only see Vulcan, why is that?'' Said Uhura, making Kirk look up from his burned toast in interest.
''My only solution is that my Vulcan genes are more dominant than my human ones.'' Said Spock reasonably.
''Fascinating.'' Said Uhura in a deep Spock-like voice, earning a giggle from Scotty, which Chekov and Sulu heard and started laughing hysterically.
The bridge crew made their way back to their posts together, accompanied by McCoy and Christine, who were walking hand in hand, fingers entwined. Having nothing else to do the crew merely chatted until-
''Captain, I am receiving a distress signal from the planet Maxis.'' Exclaimed Uhura, pressing in her earpiece as Kirk shot around and started barking orders.
''Battle stations everyone, Uhura we need confirmation from Starfleet Command before we move anywhere, get the planet on the screen.'' Said Kirk quickly.
''Aye Captain.'' She said turning to her panel. ''Starfleet gives us the go ahead Captain.''
The screen was suddenly full of images of destruction, the leader of the planet Maxis was pleading with whoever was watching for help.
''Please! Help us! We were attacked by a Klingon vessel, most of the planet is destroyed, come and rescue the survivors, quick! We are dying! HELP US!'' Screamed the leader of Maxis, who was covered in blood and surrounded by screaming people and bodies. Suddenly, there was a large explosion, a stomach churning scream and the connection was lost.
The crew of the Enterprise stared perplexed at the screen for a second before registering what had happened, Spock suddenly grabbed his head and fell from his seat, grimacing in pain.
''There are V-Vulcans on that planet!'' He said before yelling in pain. McCoy and Christine rushed to Spock's side, Christine cradled Spock's head as he continued to gasp and scream in immense pain.
''Uhura try and get them back on the screen!'' Said Kirk as he rushed to his friend's side.
''Im trying Captain, but their means of communication have been destroyed.''
''Help them Jim.'' Whispered Spock.
''Sulu, what is going on down there?!'' Yelled Kirk.
''The Klingons are gone, but there are very little traces of life Captain.''
''Scotty get me a security team, signal red alert, everyone armed, phasers set to kill, Bones and Spock, I need you two with me.'' He said as he and McCoy helped Spock to his feet and set off for the transporter room.
Within seconds they found themselves on the planet, completely surrounded by bodies and rubble, everything was on fire and explosions were still going off.
''We need to split, if you find anything, go straight back to the ship, that's a direct order.'' Said Kirk as Spock straightened himself and looked around him.
Hours followed, and with no sign of life at all Kirk and McCoy beamed up to the ship, thinking Spock was already there. Spock was in fact rushing through burning buildings, his top was burned and torn, there was soot all over his face and he was struggling to breathe. Rushing into another building Spock ducked quickly as a large beam swung at his head and spotted a woman unconscious under some light rubble, the woman was heavily pregnant, and Vulcan. Spock took out his communicator and contacted the ship.
''Jim, I have found a life source, she is heavily pregnant, have McCoy get a bed ready and beam me up.'' Said Spock, feeling faint and sick. He gathered the woman in his arms and struggled to his feet due to a lack of oxygen as the building continued to collapse around him, the flames growing higher and closer. He was beamed up to the ship just in time- the roof had caved in.
Spock was beamed onto the bridge, the crew rushing over to help. He fell to his knees, eyes rolling back in his head as he collapsed onto his side with the unconscious Vulcan woman on top of him. Spock looked up into the bright light and made out the silhouettes of McCoy and Kirk above him, Uhura crying in Chekov's arms. Kirk had tears in his eyes too- he was trying to talk to Spock, but he just looked up at him with unfocused eyes, then moved no more.
A/N: What do you think? I am definitely continuing with this, please read and review :)