"Vulcans do not 'high five,' Captain."
"Come on, it's easy. I'll demonstrate. Ah…Bones! Wait, Bones? What are you even doing on the bridge?"
"I came to tell you that—"
"Never mind, you're here. Bones, give me a high five! Don't leave me hanging!"
Reluctantly, the doctor slapped his hand against Jim's.
"There! See, that's all there is to it, Spock. Now, give me a high five! We just kicked some major Gorn diplomatic ass, so we deserve it."
Spock just stared at Jim's outstretched hand.
"Come on, Spock! It's just a high five. Pleeeeease?" Jim put on his best puppy dog eyes and pouted slightly. He doubted it would work on a Vulcan, but hey, it was worth a try.
Spock looked at Jim, then back at Jim's hand, and slowly stretched his arm out to place his hand against Jim's. The sensation as they touched was peculiar, as if Jim was palming a lit light bulb. Higher Vulcan body heat, he supposed. It was most definitely not a high five.
"Well, that's close enough," Jim said, breaking the awkward silence that had descended as he and Spock touched hands. He forced a laugh, and let his hand drop. Spock did likewise, and turned back to his station.
There was no more unnecessary speech between the two of them for the rest of the shift.