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Past
Groaning loudly she burrowed deeper into her soft pillows and warm blankets.
The bandages wrapping around her thigh pulled tightly against her stretching and she quickly relaxed when the muscle felt like it would begin to spasm.
Taking a deep breath she pulled the blankets over her head and closed her eyes, ready to sleep.
Surak, that last mission had been the third level of hell.
Bringing up her cold hands she breath on them, trying to get them warm.
When she was gone like she had been, for weeks at a time, her apartment automatically went to average temperature.
Surak forbid that it be her average temperature. No, it had to be human temperature.
Covering her cold nose she counted down the minutes till her room would be warm enough for her to go to sleep.
She was so tired.
Rubbing her eyes she felt her second eyelids stick to her eyes from the cold. Her left socket throbbed warningly and she gave a small shriek when she accidentally stabbed it when a huge weight landed next to her.
Her blankets wrapped around her head as they were pulled sideways and she fought her way free, gasping for air and covering her eye. Shit it hurt.
"Fuck Polly!" Spock screamed when her head surfaced. Staring with one eye into the orange eyes of the mountainous sehlat laying beside her Polly panted hot breath into her face.
Polly waffled apologetically, gently pushing his cold nose into her cheek.
She gave a deep breath and flopped back onto the bed, probing her eye. She blinked away tears. It was a relief to find that her maxilla had not been fractured again.
"You alright?" Archer asked as his slipped beneath the blankets behind her.
She mumbled out an answer as she turned to face her commander, smiling into the kiss he pressed to her lips.
Oh yes, she was alright.
Present
"Hey!"
His yell was loud, and she tilted her head to the side but continued to read from her padd. She wondered who this idiot was trying to get.
"Hey!"
The voice was right next to her and she raised her eyes and saw sunlight. She blinked slowly as she waited for her brain to catch up- ah! There it was. She scanned man standing in front of her and oh. It wasn't sunlight, it was his hair. Raising a hand to shield her eyes she let her sunglasses fall down her nose.
Blue eyes. Blue shirt. Blonde hair. Big smile. Shit.
"May I help you, sir?" Spock asked, coloring over her dread with amusement.
She could not believe how persistent Dr. James T. Kirk was.
She had been trying to avoid him for weeks after Leonard McCoy had given his thanks, fearful that James T. Kirk would do the same. Surak above, like she wasn't guilty enough over it all.
His chest was rapidly moving from his large intakes of breath and she saw a bead of sweat roll from his temple. It made her realize that it was, for a human, hot out.
She was sitting directly beneath the sun and she was enjoying it immensely.
She only had sunglasses on to help with the glare from the padd screen.
Glancing down, she noticed that the program she was in had ended and she closed it down and turned off the padd all together.
"Here," he said as he threw a small orange sphere at her.
Without though or hesitation she caught it mid-air, slingshot her arm back, and threw it back, hard.
It smacked his skull and with a surprised yelp he tripped backwards onto his butt, his long legs tangling.
Dropping her padd she scrambled over to him on hands and knees.
She hadn't meant to throw it back. She knew that she'd maintain the fact that it looked like a Zepher Spore Bomb if asked.
She felt her cheeks heat as she opened his eyes and watched carefully as his pupils dilated. She let out a sigh of relief as they moved properly and he let out a low groan.
As she removed her hands from his face and sat back on her heels she sorted through the, .
So he had been testing her. Not surprising. She'd had her cloth mask on the entirety of her time with him. McCoy had seen her face, but he was held under oath and couldn't have told James T. Kirk.
She felt astounded admiration at his deductive abilities. The work to single her out must have been enormous.
"Nice arm," he croaked as he squinted up at her from where he lay on the warm, grass covered ground.
She gave him a small smile as she leant over and plucked the orange fucking-spore-bomb-look-alike off of the ground. She blinked wonderingly at what appeared to be a small earth fruit.
Sniffing it she watched as he got up and sat next to her. The citrus smell was pleasant and she noted to perhaps get some detergent that smelled as such.
He was still squinting and she recalled the rate of blindness of light-eyed individuals. Grabbing her sun glasses from their perch on her nose, she held them out as she plunked down, fruit still in hand.
She figured that resistance was futile with this Dr. James T. Kirk.
So she would… indulge him. For now.
He looked bewildered but placed them on his face. The lines between his brows lessened and she knew that he had needed them.
"So, ah, I think introductions are in order." He scratched at the back of his head.
She noticed that his hair glinted in the sun and that his hand wasn't all that calloused.
Not like hers, anyway.
"I'm Jim," he stated plainly and she regretted giving him those shades because, fuck, she couldn't read him and maybe his eyes would help? So what if he went blind because of those pretty baby-blues? Wasn't her fucking problem.
Frowning she gave her formal drivel.
"I am Commander Spock, what can I help you with Dr. Kirk?" She walked into the trap waiting for her, a response on the tip of her tongue.
"So you do know me! I just wanted to say thank you for the rescue-" He sounded excited and she almost hated to bust his bubble. Almost.
"I'm afraid that I do not know what you speak of. I merely pieced together your identity by your appearance and your reputation, doctor." As she spoke she got to her feet, leaving him rushing to get to his.
"Though I will recommend that you do not participate in throwing fruit at veteran Star Fleet operative. As you may wind up injured or worse. Oh, and thank you for the tangerine. Good day, doctor," she spoke casually as she walked away, the sun warm on her black clothing and the tangerine cool between her fingers.
He didn't follow.