AN: I wanted to do a piece where Spock is pretty much just enraptured by Jim's appearance, but I wanted to put a story with it. This seems like something Jim would do. I don't know if Jim actually hates peas or not, but in another fanfic I read he did, so I stole the idea from there. ;p


Gold

A halo of gold surrounding fair skin. Long pale lashes brushing against smooth flesh with every downswing, framing delicate blue irises that shone with a mischievous glint.

Blue

Semi-circles and softly swirling shadows tinged azure by the blue blood flowing beneath creamy skin, heated by pride, or embarrassment, or elation to a subtle pink shade.

Pink

Pink shaded cheeks complementing full, pink lips, slightly parted in a grin that never ceased to dazzle with a glowing sincerity. A grin that never ceased to dazzle him.

For a moment Spock was dazed by this beam of light and color as he turned to find the face of Jim Kirk smiling up at him from across the mess hall. He was lost in the poetry of that gentle face, his roving eyes striving to take it all in, to perfectly preserve in his near faultless memory every detail of his Captain's features.

The moment did not last. After only a few seconds he quickly veiled his emotion once more, locking away the breath taking scene and storing the key behind his heart. In a single blink he restructured his open expression to one of stern indifference. In Jim's presence he would often lower his guard, but his soul was not something he wished to bare to the grumbling doctor Jim had currently taking to hiding behind. Raising one eyebrow slightly, he spoke.

"I see you, Jim."

"Whoa, Bones, what the hell!?" Jim reared back in exaggerated alarm as his friend lowered a tray onto the table in front of him. It was mostly a normal lunch, an apple and a large turkey sandwich, but in a small bowl alongside it…

"Peas?"

"Yes, Jim, peas," Bones replied, lowering himself onto his seat. "They're good for you."

"Bones," Jim touched his friend's arm, and spoke in low tones, feigning concern, "I hate peas." Bones gave him a bland look, then the corner of his mouth twitched upward slightly, and his eyes adopted a devilish gleam.

"I know." Jim groaned at the expression and looked down at his tray glumly. He should've expected this, really. Since when did Bones offer to bring him his lunch? This was obviously a silent revenge for the last away mission Jim had participated in, in which he'd almost been eaten by a creature that closely resembled an oversized shrimp. It was sort of an ironic punishment, if you thought about it.

"Forget it, Bones," Jim huffed, picking up his sandwich, "you may have put them on my plate, but I'm not eating them." He accentuated this statement by taking a large bite of his sandwich, and almost gagged.

"Jesus, Bones," he spluttered, quickly spitting it out into a handily placed napkin, "you put peas in my sandwich, too!? That is low." Jim began to stand, determined to fetch a turkey sandwich which was not contaminated with gritty legumes, but Bones grabbed his arm, pulling him back down onto the bench.

"Jim," he growled quietly, a crazed grin slanting across his face, "if you don't get rid of every pea on that plate by the end of lunch break, so help me God I will shove them down your throat myself. And if you struggle…well, I have plenty of hypos for that." Jim's eyes narrowed in indignation.

"Fine," he stated simply, then pried Bones' hand from the fabric of his shirt and stood, making a large show of leaving his tray on the table. He strode over to the replicator, keeping his back to Bones, then walked back to the table and sat once more.

"You want me to get rid of every pea on my plate? Then I will." Jim raised his hand over the edge of the table. In it he clutched a simple, white plastic straw. Bones gave him a questioning look as he inserted one end between his lips and set the other in the bowl of peas. Quickly, he sucked one of the foul items in through the end of the straw, holding it there using air pressure to his advantage. Turning, he inhaled through his nose, then, with one powerful puff of air he launched the pea from the end of the straw, smacking Bones square between the eyes. For a moment the doctor seemed to be in shock, then his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Jim," he began, raising one fist, but Jim was already standing, the bowl of peas clutched in one hand, the straw in the other. He quickly began shooting a volley of peas in Bones' direction, backing away as he did, intent on keeping out of the good doctor's reach whilst he aggravated him. It wasn't long, however, before he was running around the mess hall, sending the occasional pea over his shoulder as he fled from the enraged medic behind him. It was as he was rounding the far side of the mess hall approaching the exit that Spock walked in. In his surprise, Jim launched one of his green projectiles without turning around first. It flew straight and true, hitting the Vulcan squarely in the side of the neck.

Everyone froze, even Bones, and Jim quickly darted around behind him, shock seeming to initiate a momentary truce. Slowly, Spock turned to look at him. His dark eyes seemed wide and open for a moment as he studied Jim's face, then his expression shifted once more into one of neutrality and he raised one eyebrow.

"I see you, Jim," he stated, his informal address of his captain the only indication that he was amused. Jim could feel the subtle grin on his face widening as he replied cheekily,

"I see you too."

AN: The whole "I see you thing" is supposed to be a metaphor type deal. Like in Avatar. Except Jim and Spock aren't doing it like that, that would just be weird.