A/N: All the cast will appear in one way or another. It's Spock/Kirk, with eventual Sulu/Chekov, Scotty/Uhura, and onesided Spock/Stonn.
Summary: Looking back, Jim could tell it had been an utterly ridiculous idea with little hope of success. Of course, that's why he had decided to do it. Jim Kirk always beat the odds, even if he had to pass himself off as a Vulcan to do it. A Star Trek Story loosely based off the idea of A Knights Tale.
Well…. That had escalated quickly. Wasn't Jim supposed to have been dancing? Right? Dancing is definitely what his feet were supposed to have been doing.
But noooo, his lips had gotten involved. Like idiots. Well, enjoyable idiots. Honestly, Jim wouldn't have even objected if Spock hadn't just left him. Granted, he'd said something about 'Sybok' and being right back, but Jim was feeling a bit like an idiot.
Spock could kiss, and he did so exquisitely. Jim kind of wanted to kiss him again, and again, and again. In fact, he wouldn't mind just kissing Spock from now on. Could he get a job out of that?
Bones was going to smack him. Jim was losing it. At least the stars were bright and beautiful. They were really easy to see from the balcony. It would make a beautiful stargazing spot.
"Jim?" Sulu stepped out onto the balcony and looked around. He was a little twitchy.
"Yeah? You okay?"
"Sort of. I think we need to go." Jim straightened up and pushed himself off the balcony.
"I'm sorry? What happened?" Jim needed to know if he needed to be panicking right now. If he needed to start the Corbomite Maneuver. (The name they had come up with for their escape plan.)
"Nothing bad, but, according to Chekov Spock is going to be occupied for the rest of the night. I think it'd be a good idea to get on that head start you were talking about earlier." Jim wasn't buying it. Sulu was… spooked, for want of a better word. He kept glancing over his shoulder at the rest of the Vulcans. However, this was neither the time or place to discuss it if there was a problem. They would need to get far, far away first.
"Alright. Let's go." Sulu ducked his head and led the way out. He played the part of humble servant remarkably well. Jim doubted Bones would be able to act the part so well. He was too crusty.
They made it all the way to the road before they were stopped.
"You should never travel alone when there are ruffians about." That was all Jim heard before he was hit on the back of the head.
-o-o-o-o-
Sulu wanted to get Jim away from the others before anyone could realize that Jim was sweating. If Chekov realized that Jim was human, anyone could. Jim was Sulu's best friend. He' known him since he was a teenager and he'd slept with him (not in that sense, perv!) since they'd started sharing a room.
"You should never travel alone when there are ruffians about." The voice came from the shadowed path to the right, and two figures came at Jim before he could even realize someone had spoken. One knocked Jim over on the back of the head while the other went for his arms.
They were ignoring Sulu. Probably because he was human. Their mistake.
Sulu crouched down and picked up a stick before sprinting forward and swinging the limb in a large arc. He'd had far too much practice fighting in his lifetime. He came from Riverside, and it was notorious for having rough gangs. Sulu had been able to hold his own since he was ten.
His stick hit the figure holding Jim's arms across the back of the head, and he staggered back. His hood fell to reveal pointed ears and familiar ear cuffs.
"Unhand him!" Sulu barked, waving his stick towards the other Vulcan. Sulu probably looked a bit idiotic, a rumpled servant waving a stick around, but Sulu could use that to his advantage.
The Vulcan gripped Jim's head in the crook of his arm and rose up to a standing position, jerking Jim up with him. The motion jarred Jim and he blinked around, recovering somewhat from the blow to the back of the head. That was fine. Sulu didn't necessarily need him alert. He just needed him to be lucid enough to duck when ordered. Plus, if he wasn't terribly alert he might not try and fight back. Sulu didn't need him bleeding all over the place with so many Vulcans everywhere.
The Vulcan Sulu hit got up and reached to his side, revealing a sword. Of course he would have a sword.
That was still okay, Sulu didn't need a sword. He had a perfectly nice, thick, stick. And that sounded better in his head.
"You'll regret that hit, boy!" The Vulcan growled ( what happened to covering your emotions?) and lunged at Sulu. Sulu sucked in a breath and took a step back, bringing the stick up smoothly to block the inexperienced lunge. The Vulcan instantly swung his sword back around and made a large swipe at Sulu's chest that he had to step back to avoid. Sulu brought his stick up in a horizontal slash to the right that managed to knick the edge of the Vulcan's clothing. The Vulcan stumbled back, looking surprised and Sulu pressed his advantage. He brought the stick down, hard, on the Vulcan's hand and a loud 'crack' resonated around the road.
The Vulcan dropped his sword. Sulu dived for it and picked it up, instantly rolling away before the Vulcan could realize he'd lost any and all advantage. Sulu brought the sword around low to hit at the Vulcan's knees and followed it around with the stick. He swung it in the opposite direction and managed to knock the Vulcan's shoulder.
The Vulcan stumbled back and Sulu knocked him down. He pressed the sword tip to the Vulcan's throat and glared over his shoulder to find Jim wrestling with the other Vulcan. Honestly, couldn't Jim have just waited for a moment? Sulu had the entire situation completely under control.
"Peace!" He bellowed, wincing as he coughed after the shout. His voice wasn't too used to having to yell. That was typically Bones' job. "Leave him alone or I will end both your lives!" The Vulcan that was attacking Jim took a moment to look and see his beaten friend. Jim, who clearly had not been near as injured as Sulu had been lead to believe, knocked him hard across the jaw.
The Vulcan fell to the floor unconscious.
Jim straightened up and shook out his hand, wincing as he rolled his shoulder. He felt his bleeding lip and quickly covered it with his hand. "Shit!" He hissed.
Oh, that was right… Red blood. Humans bled red, not green. Sulu brought the hand he was holding the sword with across the head of the Vulcan he had beaten, using the hilt to render him unconscious before he could see Jim bleeding.
"Damn! Damn!" Jim kept wiping at his lip, but it was just spreading the red around and messing up his makeup.
"Stop, stop! God! Let me handle it. Stop making such a ruckus, someone will hear you and come to investigate." Jim looked at him with wide, blue eyes that were on the edge of a full panic attack. "Grab that cloak and pull it over your head. It'll cover you messed up ear and make it harder to tell your bleeding."
A plan… Sulu needed a plan. Something to distract the Vulcans from any blood on Jim. Then, like a blow to the head, it hit him. Sulu knew what to do, but hell, it was going to hurt.
Sulu sucked in a breath and brought the sword up to his arm. He closed his eyes, grit his teeth, and drew the blade across his skin. He couldn't hold back a hiss as searing pain hit him from the wound. He regarded it for a moment, noting that it was bleeding quite heavily with a wry grin. Thankfully one of his friends was a Doctor and Sulu knew which arteries to avoid.
"Sulu!" Jim choked, lunging forward to grab the sword from him.
"Stop," Sulu bit out. He ducked down and jerked the cloak off the other Vulcan, and the ear cuff as well. He recognized it, but he wasn't sure where from. He'd hold onto it until he could recognize the clan it belonged to.
The cloak and earing firmly in his grasp he rose back up and staggered towards Jim. He dropped the earring into his pocket and mopped up the blood on Jim's hands from his lip and nose. (When had it even started to bleed? Was it really sad that Jim got so many bloody noses that Sulu hadn't even noticed it right away?)
"Alright," He breathed, dropping to the floor and smearing the blood on his arm around. He wiped some on his clothes and on the tunic that Jim wore. "Now I can't tell that you've been bleeding." He swallowed again and tugged Jim down. "Hold me."
"Uh, Sulu, I'm not sure how to tell you this, but I'm not-"
"Don't even. I've been wounded in your service and you need to get me some help. We've been attacked. Now yell for help." Sulu made himself limp in Jim's arms as his friend called for help. It was remarkable how quickly the guards appeared considering they had just been fighting and no one could be bothered to appear then. Then when they could have actually helped.
"Never mind me!" Jim hissed as a Vulcan attempted to aid him in rising to his feet. "My servant has been injured and is in need of attention!"
Well, Sulu couldn't help but think as he was lifted up and taken back into the palace, at least they bought his scheme.
-o-o-o-o-
"Damnit! I am a doctor!" Bones' bark could be heard all the way up to the room that Jim and Sulu had been brought to. Chekov had run off to fetch him as soon as the guards had led Jim inside. He'd insisted on carrying Sulu himself. For one thing, he kind of owed that to his best friend. He had just cut himself so that Jim's cover would stay intact. Also, he was supposed to be a Vulcan and carrying a puny human was no problem for their three times as strong selves.
Right. He had gotten Sulu to the room and set up in the bed, but now his arm was bleeding fairly badly. Jim's nose was also ticklish, and he'd had to rub a plant on his lip to make it look greener and it just felt weird now.
"If this isn't there room then just get out of my way and I'll find them myself!" Jim grinned and noticed that Sulu, who was supposed to be pretending to be unconscious, also grinned.
"There is no need to cause a ruckus. As you can see, this is where your master is." Bones pushed past the servant Vulcan and made a beeline directly for Sulu and Jim.
"Leave us." Jim ordered the Vulcan servant. He stiffened and then nodded his head. He left looking distinctly disgruntled.
"Damn it, Jim! I gave you one job. One damn job. How did you even get in a fight?"
"A your mama joke." Jim quipped. Bones glared and gave Sulu's arm a rough prod.
"Ouch!" Sulu yelped. "Shut it, Jim. Or I'll make Bones angry when he's helping you."
"Sorry, Su. Nothing, Bones. I did absolutely nothing. I arrived, I ate, I danced, I left. We were ambushed on our way out. Wait," Jim turned to Sulu, "does this have anything to do with why we had to leave?"
"No," Sulu grit out as Bones rubbed a salve into the cut. "At least, I don't think it does. I was taking you away 'cause Chekov saw you sweating."
"Damn." Bones grunted as he pulled a roll of gauze from his bag. "Vulcans don't sweat. They absorb water. Why didn't we think of that? We're gonna have to get you some seriously good deodorant. We need you looking and smelling fresh as a spring bunny."
"A spring bunny? What does that even smell like?" Jim prodded. Bones glared at him and set to wrapping Sulu's arm up.
"Was this the only plan y'all could really think of?"
"It's not my fault. I only had a stick." Sulu squeaked when Bones tightened the gauze.
"Shut up and don't get smart with me. You don't want your only doctor pissed at you."
Boy wasn't that the truth. Bones had a way of finding nasty medical cures when he was mad at someone. Jim suddenly realized something and he abruptly sat up. "Wait, Chekov saw me sweating?"
"Yeah-" Sulu was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Enter." Jim really wanted to tell whoever was at the door to just bugger off because they had 99 problems and no solutions and really did not need another distraction.
The door slipped open to reveal two very worried figures, one a human and the other a Vulcan.
"Sulu?"
"Solkar?"
Both figures spoke simultaneously and then gave the other a reproachful look.
"They're fine." Bones huffed. He turned his attention back to Sulu's arm. Chekov and Spock both shuffled into the room and stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed. Jim grinned and motioned for them to join him.
"We don't bite, I promise." Chekov grinned broadly in reply and immediately went to Sulu's side. He grasped the Asian's uninjured hand loosely in his own.
"Solkar?" Spock inquired quietly behind Jim. Jim twisted his torso and studied the very subdued looking Vulcan. "I can do nothing but ask your forgiveness for this travesty." He bowed his head. "I understand if you do not accept it."
Huh? What was he talking about? Oh god! Was he upset about the kiss? "I'm… I am afraid I'm not following you there." Bones, Sulu, and Chekov, bless their discreet little hearts, were doing their best to pretend they all weren't in the room.
"This attack happened in my clan's house. It is our responsibility to provide for the basic wellbeing of all who are on it. We have failed in this regard."
"Oh. Well that's hardly your fault. Sulu and I were attacked on the road. Our attackers were hiding when they ambushed us." Jim turned his gaze onto his injured friend. "Thankfully we come from a poor state. One that quite often results in others becoming desperate. We're well learned in the art of self-defense. My friend has frequently proved himself quite adept with a sword, and this time was no different."
"Then I must offer you my gratitude." Spock bowed his head to Sulu in respect.
"Anything for my boss." Sulu joked. He winced after a moment and gave Bones a skeptical look. "I thought you said that salve would numb the pain."
"It does."
"Then you broke it because I still very much feel the pain." Bones patted the arm and stood up, bag and all.
"Then man up." He went to the other side of the room and poured a small glass of water. "Here. Drink this. The pain killer will kick in in just a bit."
"Would you and your servants allow me the honor of providing you all with a room for the night? It is the least I can do since you were attacked on the land of my fathers."
Jim looked over at Bones who shrugged. Sulu nodded his head. "I'd appreciate the break. I'll be ready to travel tomorrow, but I'll need some rest to night."
"Very well. Bones, you and I can go tell Uhura and Scotty what is going on. We'll return within the hour." Jim rose to leave but he was stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Please stay. Chekov can accompany your doctor to retrieve your friends." Spock's eyes were impossibly wide and they were still ridiculously deep and Jim really just wanted to stand there and stare at them.
"Come on, Chekov. You're with me. Sulu, don't move. You two, get a room already." Bones gathered his materials in preparation to leave the room. Spock's cheeks flushed in the faintest green blush that Jim found unreasonably adorable. Seriously. It should be illegal just how attractive and alluring every single thing about this Vulcan was.
"We've got one, Bones." Jim informed his friend without moving his eyes from Spock's.
"Preferably one that I'm not in." Sulu supplied from the bed. Jim grin and glanced over his shoulder at his friend.
"Whatever. Come on Spock. We're too cool for this room anyway." Spock regarded the other three humans in the room with an upraised eyebrow.
"Indeed." Jim hooked his arm through Spock's and led the Vulcan to the hallway.
"Now, I can lead, but as usual, I have no idea where I am going. So, unless you want to go on a potentially dangerous adventure, I'll let you lead me to my room."
Spock was looking at their linked arms as though he was not quite sure what to make of the contact. "I…I believe I can lead you to your room." He finally said. He lifted his sable eyes to meet Jims and brought his other hand over to rest on top of Jim's arm. "Right this way, Sir Hunter."
And that was really bad timing on Spock's part, because now Jim wouldn't be able to remember where they were going and he'd be lost tomorrow when he needed to leave and Bones would kill him. Because, seriously, how was he supposed to focus on where he was going when Spock did things like that? Things like calling him what he had called him at their first meeting.
Whoever said Vulcans were emotionless was a big liar. They were closet romantics, the whole lot of them.
Spock led him to a large room with a huge bed. Seriously, it was bigger than Jim and Sulu's room used to be. It also looked really, really soft.
"Will this be sufficient?" Spock asked hesitantly. Jim shook his head in disbelief.
"Sufficient?" He looked around a little lost. "This is as big as my house. It is more than sufficient. I've never even seen such a big bed." Spock's eyes softened and he gave the not smile that Jim was really beginning to love.
"I am…gratified it pleases you." Jim smiled and stepped closer to Spock. He brushed his hand down the front, decorative trim, of Spock's robes.
"Everything about you pleases me." That didn't sound anywhere near as cheesy in Jim's head, but Spock seemed to like it. Judging on the way his eyes dilated and his breath hitched a little. His hand, seeming of its own will, flew up and grasped Jim's, interweaving their fingers together. Spock's other hand went to Jim's cheek, barely brushing his psi points before cupping his jaw.
Jim leaned forward and kissed the incredible Vulcan again. He may not be sure why he felt the way he did about this Vulcan. Why it was so easy to just be with him, or why he was always yearning for him, but he wasn't going to fight it if Spock felt the same way.
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