McCoy watched Kirk with disgust as he shoveled down forkfuls of pancake and sausage drowned in butter, syrup and grease. Kirk however was oblivious to the dirty looks he was receiving as he read over a hologram newspaper over the events of "Romulans V. Enterprise". As usual the article's photo was one of himself and somewhere later one of the Enterprise. He admired himself with an arrogant mindset; boy did he look good.
"Did you order anything that doesn't clog arteries and stop hearts?" Bones said, glaring down an especially soaked chunk of pancake on Kirk's fork. Kirk swallowed the bite and licked the sticky residue off the fork.
"Lighten up Bones, I haven't killed myself yet have I?" He said, spearing a piece of bacon. McCoy grumbled something incoherent about 'yet' getting closer with each bite he took.
A young waitress came to their table. She was smiling nervously at Kirk and he looked her over, smirking slightly and making her blush in response.
"Is there anything else the two of you need?" She said, much too eagerly. Just as Kirk was about to produce a smooth pick-up line, McCoy snatched Kirk's plate and handed it to her.
"Here; he won't be needing anymore of this," McCoy said. Kirk wanted to protest but the girl was gone before he could get a word out.
"I wasn't done with that," Kirk said, practically pouting. McCoy rolled his eyes for the hundredth time that day.
"I'm a doctor not your mother, you don't get to argue with me, now let's go. We have plenty of work waiting for us," McCoy said. Kirk sighed heavily and wiped the sticky remains of his meal off his face as well as uniform.
Scotty and Spock had already resumed their earlier positions by the time McCoy and Kirk had returned.
"Iss about time. I thought the two of yah may have abandoned us," Scotty said with a welcoming smile. McCoy responded with a nod and a grunt.
"If Jim here would have just taken the time to get a good night's sleep we wouldn't have been late," McCoy said eyeing Kirk. He produced an innocent smile and resumed his seat.
"Good morning Captain," Spock said in his usual Vulcan manner.
"It's Jim here Spock," Kirk replied. Spock merely nodded and returned to his work. Kirk found his gaze transfixed with Spock's person. Had he also been that…well built? Admittedly he shook his head in protest to such thoughts. It was just a stupid dream his brain yelled. It took nearly two minutes of thorough repetition to be convinced on the matter.
Preoccupied with battling with his brain Kirk was unaware of the tiny physic irregularities in his behavior. Spock was observing such actions with the outmost curiosity and concern for his captain.
"Captain is everything already? You acting quite unlike yourself at the moment," Spock said. Surprised, Kirk nearly jumped, but years of being in space had helped teach him to keep his composer.
"It's Jim," Kirk reminded, shifting somewhat uncomfortably in his seat. The thoughts he had just dismissed as beyond unreasonable had seeped back into every pore of his mind.
"Yes… Jim. You did not answer my question," Spock reasserted. It would be logical to think stress was the cause, but James T. Kirk was not a man to act this way, even under a Romulan attack.
"I just had a bad sleep that's all. I'm still waiting for the coffee to kick in," Kirk said, forging the best smile he could. Spock arched an eyebrow, not fully convinced.
"Very well Cap- …Jim," Spock said. Kirk sighed and returned to an untouched report. This was going to be a very, very long day
Comments? What do you think so far? Too boring? Sorry this one is a bit shorter, but I thought I'd be likely to update it more often if I put it in small chunks.