A/N Maybe I should just make this a series… I'm rather fond of having Spock put distance between him and Jim in the last paragraph aren't I? Alright, to the readers who have been following me, here's to you! Warning, heavy slash is intended here, and there is major angst towards the end.

Bridge Problems

Jim Kirk stomped onto the bridge after Spock and looked a little flustered when Sulu leaped out of the command chair at him. "Mr. Sulu? What seems to be the matter?"

Sulu glanced at Jim thoughtfully, then a shrugged a shoulder. "Captain, we seem to be on a locked collision course with an unidentified rock. I sugge-" Before Sulu could finish his sentence, a bright white bolt shot through the view screen and took a female red-shirted ensign in the chest. With a scream, she crumpled.

Jim 's head whipped towards the young girl, then he smashed a fist down onto the console of his chair. "Bones! Get up here at once! Medical emergency!" Turning around, he pointed straight at the rock. "Uhura, find Spock and tell him we need him on the bridge!" He leaped out of the way as Leonard H. McCoy came bursting onto the scene.

Kneeling on the ground next to the ensign, Bones ran a medical scanner over her, then gestured to the other red shirt on the bridge. "Help me get her down to sickbay! This woman will die without treatment!"

Without even glancing at Jim, Spock strolled to his spot and slid into the science station chair before glancing at Sulu. "Mr. Sulu, do you possess any additional information about the rock?" He asked evenly, quite aware of the glare that was directed in his direction by his captain. His long, slender fingers flew over the console, drawing up the logistics of the rock. "The rock appears to be a kind of camouflage for a ship, captain." Glancing at Jim, Spock swiveled his chair to face the bridge.

Jim Kirk did not give a damn about the rock/ship. All he was thinking about was what he could possibly want that Spock could not give him. Shaking those thoughts out of his head, Jim looked up at the view screen. "My god, that's a ship? Scan it Mr. Chekov!" He turned a look at Spock, then glanced away. How in the world could his bridge crew expect to function smoothly if it's captain and first officer couldn't get along?

"Scanning sir. Looks like they're blocking our scanners!" Chekov wiped his forehead off on his sleeve and swallowed hard. He thought he could take a knife and cut the tension in the air, it was so thick.

Spock shot up and glanced into his scanner, but not before a bolt of something shook the Enterprise. The bridge crew was flying everywhere. Everyone was being knocked into something, and that included the captain being tossed into the science station. And into Spock, who caught him up against his chest and held him against the console to prevent further injury.

While everyone else was frantically trying to find something to hold onto, Jim found himself being pinned by Spock. His mind immediately leaped to the incorrect assumptions. Perhaps this is what he meant by giving me what I wanted, Jim thought icily as he struggled against Spock's hold. He wasn't even aware of Spock's hands on his temples, or the mind meld, until the Vulcan's deep, cultured voice agreed.

The bridge righted itself, and everybody got the chance to see Spock getting off of the captain, a light green blush faintly coloring his sharp, aristocratic features. "I believe that the ship is trying to tell us something, captain." Spock said carefully, attempting to ignore Jim's parting thought as their minds disconnected. He was fairly certain that the captain would take his explanation at protecting his captain and friend in an inappropriate light.

Jim pushed himself upright and strode stiffly over to the command chair. "Is everyone okay up here?" He asked softly, glancing around his bridge. His crew and ship came first, punishing a pointy-eared prick second. When everyone voiced his or her conditions, he glanced at the red shirted ensign that was lying across the navigations console and winced. "Bones, we have another medical emergency."

"What the hell do you mean another? We've got our hands full down here Jim! Get Spock to carry the injured down. Nurse Chapel got thrown into a box of hypos and is currently bleeding all over my desk." McCoy's irritated and hysterical voice floated through the communications console on Jim's chair as the captain winced.

"Spock, we can't spare you right now. Get somebody up here to help." Climbing into his chair was difficult, as there was a small problem around the waistline of his uniform. Damn you Spock…why the hell did you have to do this to me? "Chekov, Sulu, Spock, Uhura, and Dr. M'Benga are with me. The rest of you, try to keep your course at a steady distance from this ship." Without another word, the five of them got on a turbo lift and went to the transporter room, met by Cr. M'Benga, McCoy's second in charge.

Scotty beamed them over to the ship that evidentially had no shielding and shook his head. How he wished fervently that Jim and Spock would just make up. There was great tension in how close they stood together on the transporter pad, and even how Jim gave the command to transport.