Hey guys. I was browsing through my pictures, and found one depicting the 9 Deadly Words Women Use. When I was reading it, a plot bunny decided to beat me over the head with this idea (Vicious little buggers). The definition of 'Fine', according to this list is:
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

I don't know why, but I just saw Spock doing this when he and Jim had gotten knee deep in a really stupid argument that wasn't even worth logically getting out of. So, this was born. I don't think it's that good, but consider this my way of apologizing for letting procrastination win in regard to the 'Whatever you do ...' sequel. xD I might continue with the other eight and see how they turn out (I'm working on the conclusion to this one right now, because I will hate myself if I leave these two wonderful boys mad at each other. :O ).

Anyway, enjoy. The next regularly scheduled chapter will be up soon, and it'll feature Scotty! :D

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the laptop I'm using to write this on.

The nine deadly words of the Enterprise: Fine

It had been a long day, and Jim was just goddamn tired. As the captain walked into his quarters, he hated everything and everybody. He hated the Romulans who'd taken it upon themselves to blow holes in his goddamn ship. He hated the backup Starfleet sent, who'd only shown up after they'd repelled the two birds of prey who'd tag teamed the Enterprise. He hated Starfleet because of the bureaucratic bullshit they'd hit him with from left, right and center. Never mind the fact that they'd attacked them first! No, because he'd returned fire after being fired upon to save his ship and crew, he was at risk of a reprimand!

'Next time I'll just let the bastards sink the fleet's flagship, shall I? Would you like me to strip down and bend over while I'm at it?', Jim fumed as he tore his shirt off, eager to take a shower and forget the idiocy he'd faced that morning.

And, to make his day absolutely peachy, he and Spock had gotten into an argument after shift, so now his mate (both First and romantic) was pissed off at him. And Jim had no idea what he'd done, so how in the hell was he supposed to fix it?

He asked; the entire crew had seen him all but beg Spock to tell him what was wrong. But no no, Spock wouldn't just come out and say what was bothering him, so Jim had needed to press him for answers, since he was his mate and it was kind of his job to keep him happy. It took fifteen minutes of him asking nicely, combined with the stress of the day, to make Jim just lose it.

He wasn't sure what happened first; him grabbing Spock in the hallway and demanding to know who the hell shoved that stick up his ass, or Spock telling him to politely fuck off so he could meditate in peace, because Heave forbid that his Vulcan tranquility should be interrupted by Jim's human emotions. Excuse him for caring! He'd said as much, and in hindsight, that probably wasn't the best move to make, as Spock turned around and slammed the door to his old room in Jim's face without another word.

Jim had stood in shock for a second, and then, completely ignoring Bones' warnings for him to just back off and give the Vulcan some room, slammed his hand into the communications console to the room. Spock didn't answer, but Jim knew he was listening, so he said that, if Spock was going to act like this, maybe they should just spend the rest of the night apart so they could both cool off.

Spock's response? 'Fine.' No protests, no apologies. Just 'fine'. Bones had dragged him out of the hallway and to his quarters before the young captain broke something.

Jim fumed as he turned on the shower, standing under the pounding water. He refused to admit that he missed the smell of Spock's tea coming from the other room, or that he missed Spock in any way. Damn it, he was not in the wrong here, even if Bones told him that he was an idiot for not just backing off and giving him space instead of arguing with him.

What the hell did Bones know about it anyway.

I'm sorry, Jim... I'll make it up to you. (And to you, lovely readers.) I apologize for the vulgarity in this chapter, guys. I was having a really bad day when I started this, so Jim wound up a tad snarky. (It was hot as hell, and there were dogs barking and ice cream was falling on the floor and phones were ringing everytime I sat down. It was just bad. I was most displeased.)

Conclusion (Thanks) will be up in the next few hours, at the latest tomorrow morning, possibly along with the next regular chapter featuring Scotty. In the conclusion, Jim will find out exactly what's eating Spock. (Hint: Two words, one of which begins with F.) And an appearance of Spock Prime! (Oh Leonard Nimoy. (L) )

Until next time, folks. Have a wonderful afternoon/evening/morning, depending on your timezone. :) Let me know what you think. Reviews = Love. Flames (though this one may deserve them) = Smores.
(L) Oracle.