A/N: The editing on the first chapter was all messed up, so i had to delete the story and fix it. D: BUT. Here is Chapter Two as an apology!

I OWN STAR TREK. ...Okay, not really. :(


Dinner and Dancing Tomatoes

Things between Spock and Jim were awkward at best.

Since the "Shower Incident" (as a voice in the back of his brain –that sounded ridiculously like Chekov- had so affectionately called it), Jim couldn't even LOOK at Spock without feeling embarrassed.

And to top it all off, rumours were flying around. Embarrassing rumours. Jim thought his face was going to be permanently red by the end of the five year mission they were on.

He was in the mess hall with Scotty and Bones when he first heard it.

"Did you see what happened on the bridge yesterday?"

There were a group of women all huddled around their table like a bunch of school girls. Gossiping. About him. Didn't they have anything better to do? Like...Their jobs maybe? Why couldn't God just take mercy on Jim and kill him now?

"No, what happened?"

"The captain was wearing a science officer's shirt!" There was a collective gasp from the gossiping table. Jim rolled his eyes in irritation and took a sip of his drink. He was right across the room and he could STILL hear them!

"And did you see Spock's face? I think he was blushing!" There was a chorus of "awwh" and "how cute!" Jim felt like he wanted to throw his drink at the wall. Well...better drink it before he did, having liquid all over the wall and floor would be messy. He took another swig, still vaguely listening to the gossip table from hell.

"Do...do you think they're...together?" One of the girls inquired nervously.

Jim inhaled so sharply that his drink went down the wrong hole and he started to choke on it. W-What? Spock and he weren't TOGETHER! The whole idea of it was just plain... ridiculous!

Bones and Scotty looked at him like he was a god damn dancing tomato. Well... he probably could've been, with all the flailing he was doing while he coughed his lungs up, and he could feel his cheeks getting hotter by the second.

"Are ye' alright Captain?" Scotty was confused.

"Y—"Another small cough. "Yeah, drink just went down the wrong way." The Scotsman nodded and Jim thought he was in the clear until he saw Bones frowning at him. Oh, hell. Jim knew that look. It was the: "You WILL tell me everything RIGHT NOW or I will jab you full of so many hyposprays that you'll fall into a coma!" look. Jim was about to tell him that he could take his hypos and shove them somewhere uncomfortable; when the whole room went quiet.

The captain glanced around the room curiously. Everyone's eyes were rooted to the door on the left side of the mess hall. When he finally saw what brought everyone's attention his baby blues nearly bugged out of his head.

Spock was walking towards his table, straight backed and expressionless as usual, his eyes locked on Jim. The Vulcan's hands were behind his back, holding something Jim couldn't see. Jim practically squirmed in his seat, everyone was looking at him! When Spock finally reached Jim he held his arms out, offering the object to him.

It was Jim's shirt.

The gossip table gasped in unison, and Jim felt like bashing his head against the table repeatedly. Spock leaned closer to him, but his voice didn't lower in volume. Odd.

"Captain, I suggest that next time you require a means of personal hygiene you should endeavour to use the sonic shower, as two people sharing one cubicle is...uncomfortable."

Spock's cheeks were turning a light shade of green and Jim felt like strangling him to death. Instead, he nodded tightly and tried to suppress the urge to grab the Vulcan by the shoulders and shake him until his brains fell out of his head.

The shirt was dropped into his lap, and before he knew it Spock had disappeared with the 'shfftt' noise of the automatic doors.

Jim gripped his shirt incredibly tightly as the chatter in the room restarted with a chorus of high pitched squeals from the gossip table, and tuned back to his two friends.

Scotty's mouth had dropped wide open, his fork falling from his hand and clattering onto his plate. Bones' eyebrows had risen so high they were almost in his hair.

"So...is it the hair or the ears?"

"Shut up, Bones!"

Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse.

"The ears, then."

"Argh!"


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