So sorry for the wait on this story - I've been very busy with my long serious one!
This chapter follows on from the last, based on a request from Ellstra (thank you!) to have Spock wrap Kirk up in a blanket and watch a dumb, illogical movie with him….it's pretty much crack again kids!
9.
Kirk does not faint, but he does slump hard against Spock and have to be led gently back to his quarters. Therein he finally, blessedly, stops fighting to keep in control and cries raggedly on Spock's shoulder. Spock holds him tightly and gently, letting him get it all out. Uncertain exactly what to do with crying humans, even after all this time he tentatively strokes Kirk's shoulder. Kirk smiles and stops crying –
"Spockit's okay – I'm not a kitten."
"I am aware of that Captain."
"Spo-ck?" he whines softly, slowly reverting back to childhood.
"Yes Jim?" Spock says patiently, knowing this voice and knowing where it leads-
"Can we curl up in bed and watch some dumb old movie?"
Spock nods. That's where it leads.
"Yes Jim, of course. What did you have in mind?"
"Something nice. Disney."
"The Lion King" Captain? I believe it is your favourite."
"Yeah but – it makes me cry so not today."
"Pocahontas?"
"That makes you cry"
"It does not Captain, I am unmoved by animated children's entertainment."
"You booed like a big girl about the racial intolerance and tried to tell me all about how "Colours of the wind" was in perfect accord with the principles of Surak. I couldn't take it that time and I sure as hell don't think I have the strength for it today."
"Very well then, "Aladdin"- this makes neither of us "Boo" as you put it nor is it inspiring of philosophy"
"Good"
"Although it is correct that you cannot step in the same river twice due to –"
"Don't you fucking dare Spock!"
Spock gives him that look that is very nearly an eye roll.
"I have some very brief business to attend to. Suggest you change into nightwear and engage your favourite blanket for when I return."
"Spock I'm not four! I don't have a favourite blanket"
"It is blue Captain, patterned with barely accurate representations of monkeys holding bananas. Believe you describe it as "So snuggly you could die""
"Well, that's me emasculated for the rest of the night."
"I will return shortly Jim"
When he does so, fifteen minutes later, Kirk is already curled up in bed, singing along to inform the world that he is "One jump ahead of the breadline". Spock sighs, looking at him, affectionately – this is my mate he thinks my T'hy'la, my life – he shakes his head at Jim, transferring the thought with mock despair. Kirk grins, lifts up the covers so Spock can come in and offers him snacks.
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Elsewhere another Kirk beams back onto another Enterprise, another Spock catching him as he half faints off the transporter pad. He looks down in surprise feeling blood seep wetly through his shirt. Rage dawns in his eyes as he sees the word "MINE" carved neatly into his chest.
"Damn him!" he yells, half dropping Kirk in fury – "How dare he? I'm going to kill him!"
"You can't kill him idiot, he's you." says Kirk wearily, with a curious feeling like he has said this before –" Besides we are fixing that fucking transporter –" he glares over at Scotty – "aren't we Scotty?" he flops back against Spock – "Spock I may faint – also – Spock?"
"Yes Captain?"
"Fucking bastard ripped my shirt."
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I know- somehow accidentally a mini plot appeared in this fic – but that's my mini plot over for now and I will return to other non – mirror related shirt ripping scenarios in the chapters to come!