"How is he now, doctor McCoy?"
"He's, uh...Well, he's not dead. He could be worse, but god- Why did you allow him to go down there?"
"It was not my intention for him to catch anything, McCoy. I ensure you that I did not realise-"
"How do we even know if he caught anything? Hell, it could be a disease, poison...-" There was a short pause "Did he bed any aliens?"
"I do not know. I were only with him at the end of the mission, and even then I don't recall him speaking of having sexual intercourse, however, of which he is often fond of doing"
"Yeah" Another pause "Feel like telling me something I don't know?"
"Does that not depend on your knowledge be-"
"It was rhetorical, Spock"
"My apologies, McCoy. I am not fond of such illogical manners."
"Of course you're not, no. Well, then, thanks for your help"
The silence between them lasted a good few minutes, before the straightening-spine Spock made his way over to the Captain's bedside. He looked sound asleep. The small arise and fall of his chest that were completed without the slightest shudder, that told the Vulcan he were overall partly healthy, and when he finally did awake he would be fine.
"Spock, what are you-"
"I ask of you quiet, Jim" The straight-minded Vulcan peered ahead. This planet was incredibly desolate...nothing ahead of themselves but a thick, sandy-like desert. It only differed to Earth's deserts in the fact that it was mild and moist; occasionally a purple liquid would fall from the sky to soothe the sand, but other than that it was the same.
Spock and Kirk were on the planet Maluan, their bodies shifted against each other as they stared into the distant haze of nothingness Spock held a stun-gun in his hand, and despite his constant prods to try and get Kirk to hold one, too, he disobeyed. To his eyes nothing was here. Not yet.
"Why? What are we hidi- We're not even hiding. This planet is desolate, Spock. Why are you so nervous?"
"I am hardly nervous, Jim. Prepared, perhaps"
"Then prepared for what?"
"Ssh!" Spock continued at his attempts to shut the Captain up, but was hesitating to answer why. Which of course made Kirk grow in suspicion- Just what was this Vulcan hiding?
"Not unless you tell me"
"Telling of you the facts will only cause more noise"
"Not telling me will keep me prodding for an answer"
"Then don't"
"Do the logical thing, Spock, and tell me what it is so I will shut up"
"There's this.." Spock kept his voice low, his stale-black eyes continuously scanning the open area "..Upon this planet, one of its few in-habitants is known as the Gunan'itch. To the human world it would be known as a fly, though it is very much not. It has a poison that variates from each 'fly'; some can eat away your muscle, slow down your neurone-transmitters and the smaller ones are known for destroying brain cells. The smaller the more venomous"
"And that's the species we're saving?"
"Their species it at risk of becoming extinct, yes."
"...And we also have stun-guns for this, why exactly?"
"They are often in large sizes, Jim. The smaller ones are skittish creatures despite their power; I put it at 97.78 percent of a chance that we'd encounter one, with only 2.22 percent of actually being bitten by-"
"WHAT! You're telling me that we could be surrounded by the shits, but they wont nearly-kill us because we're big?"
"Captain, I highly suggest that y-"
"It's also the fact we only have stun-guns to fight them off, and yet we're still doing them a favour by saving the things!"
"Cap-"
"No, Spock. Out of all the things we've done this is probably the most dangerous. Because we can't see what we're supposed to be protecting ourselves against" For someone who is usually laid back, Kirk wasn't being the least today. These flies came in all sorts of sizes- And the fact that he couldn't see any now was worrying. Of course, the species were in danger of being killed if the world's only liquid-source happened to dry out. The planets main 'mammals' had done so already, many years ago- But the thought of being surrounded by them this very instant was incredibly unnerving.
"If you continue to make noise, they might be curious of us and start to-"
"Curiosity, that's your problem? They've probably already bitten us a-"
Now, for anyone who's wondering- No, this is not where Kirk suddenly collapses, or sees a fly, or gets hurt, or..
Out of no-where, Spock shifted his body around, swirled the stun-gun about in his hand until it were curled onto one finger and, for no apparent reason, cupped his hands around Kirk's cheek's and met his lips with his own.
Well, that did shut him up, at least.
To Jim's surprise, Spock's lips were soft. No this didn't mean he wanted to be kissed- If anything he was shocked to the point where he couldn't move. And he was still unsure if this is even what Spock wanted- He was a Vulcan. They don't do anything illogical, and this was surely a good way to finally shut him up.
"Sp-" Kirk tried to talk through the gaps in their lips, the constant removing-and-placing getting rather hot and made the place seem as it was an Earth-desert, after all. Then something bulged at the tip of Kirk's lips- Something wet and saliva-driven and desperate and.."Gah, Spock!"
"Jim!" Spock suddenly called, his stale-cold eyes growing incredibly wide with the arise of his brows. He quickly snatched his mouth back from Jim's, pulled himself away from the man he had apparently claimed to love, snatched the stun-gun back into his hands full grip and, without another second to spare, pulled the trigger and shot it.
Maybe he was going crazy, Kirk thought. After all, he had just watched him shoot at nothing.
"I warned you of what unusual noise to the species could have of cause"
"What was...THAT?!"
"That was a Gunan'itch, I did warn you of them, did I not? It was only by chance that I spotted it reflect in the distan-"
"Not that, Spock! The whole.."Kirk paused for a moment, his tongue rolling through his own mouth while he tried to recollect the scent of the Vulcan "-You were right in there for me!"
"It kept you quiet, did it not? Something I have advised you to do since we arrived upon the planet" To no surprise Spock didn't take any heed to what Jim was trying to hint- He was being stubborn, for a Vulcan. This is how they deliver attitude. Kirk had never been kissed by a Vulcan, but he had been kissed by a human multiple times- So he hadn't an idea if this is what they called 'desperation'. But Spock was smart, and Kirk knew he would have knowledge of how humans show desire for one another. Surely.
"Yeah, but- Do you often go around smooching people when you want them to keep quiet?"
"It is something I am not at all fond of doing on several accounts, no."
"Then why did you-"
"You already know the answer, Captain: it were to keep you quiet. Clearly holds only shot-term effects, however"
Obviously to Kirk, this was called flirting. Or considered flirting. He didn't know much about the Vulcans- But he was almost certain Spock was hinting him. Which Spock didn't do often, anyway; he's such a straight-minded bitch he's probably fond of making kids cry often. And Vulcan kids at that, too (thought, that was pushing the standards a little too far).
"Gosh, Spock, is this flirteee..."
And yes, that's when Kirk collapsed with saliva suddenly dropping from his mouth and his heated body suddenly going into strange, un-human like fits.
Then, after many days, weeks or supposedly months of resting, Jim eventually opened his eyes to be greeted with the sight of two faces.
His attention was immediately pulled to the Vulcan some feet away from his bed, his odd expression not speaking much to the Captain.
"Uh...Bones" He turned to The Doctor, who seemed busy scanning him over and occasionally taking his pulse "Who's the Vulcan?"
Then the room fell silent.
