Thanks for the reviews, they are always welcome. Once again feel free to call me on my bullshit. I still don't own star trek, though maybe I should. I'm just typing something to fill up space now. All the other fanfic writers say stuff here so I'm gonna too. Also I don't know how to officially do line breaks so I'm sorry that I have failed you all as an author of such an esteemed site…

Once again I have no beta

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The moment Captain Healey finished making arrangements for ship repairs with Captain Kirk, he retired to his quarters for a drink; he needed it. Arthur Healey was a tough captain with dark skin, greying hair and a hardened expression to match his attitude. On top of all that he was a good captain. He put his ship and crew first. The choices he made weren't always for the best but they were what he thought to be best. Yet it was nearly impossible to try and care for his crew on a personal, individual basis when they pulled stupid shit like Abagnale pulled today.

Kirk was her son, he knew that. He also knew that their relationship was rocky at best, but what he hadn't known was that their relationship was so bad that it jeopardized the repairs that the Epsilon so badly needed. When Abagnale had originally asked to be the one to make first contact with Captain Kirk after it was discovered that the ship in range was the Enterprise, he was more than 'hesitant' as put by Abagnale. Healey had outright refused. It was unprofessional and could be considered 'bending' the regulations set by the federation. When his battle hardened Lieutenant had nearly started crying, saying that she hadn't seen her baby since the Narada incident, where her son almost died, how could he refuse.

"Commander Xadnerias," he barked opening up a comm to the bridge of the Epsilon, "have Lieutenant Abagnale sent to my quarters immediately."

He had no doubt that they would not be short on conversation topics for quite a while.

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Captain James T. Kirk fell face first onto his bed, still wearing his command gold and federation issued boots. Alpha shift ended hours ago and he had spent most of it working out the finer details of the Enterprises collaboration with the Epsilon in order to get their ship up and running. Normally when there was a mission of any kind he would spend a few extra hours on the bridge because those were the moments he lived for. As today would have it, he couldn't find the energy or willpower to talk to his mom or crew.

The Enterprise was on course for the Epsilon but they hadn't entered warp drive yet, as it was dangerous this close to another ship, and mainly because he wanted to delay his second reunion with his mom. Such a meeting was inevitable as she was the head of engineering and would have to come in contact with him. Jim ignored his thoughts in favor of focusing on the blissful call of sleep.

Of course his thoughts were interrupted by a sharp, measured knocking at his door.

"Who is it?" Kirk mumbled with his face hidden in the depths of his pillow.

"Commander Spock" the computer system responded in a robotic tone.

With a great sigh of exasperation, he managed a very annoyed tone, "Enter!"

When the door hissed, an indication of Spock's entry into his quarters, he quite reluctantly decided that he should probably get up from his face done position on the bed. He instead choose to sit on the edge of his bunk with his feet on the floor.

"What do you want Spock?"

"I came to address today's emotional outburst regarding Lieutenant Abagnale." Spock stood stiffly with his hands behind is back next to the bed. He acted as if they were on the bridge and Kirk was in the captain's chair rather than blearily rubbing his eyes on the edge of his bed.

"Aw." Kirk replied eloquently, "I know I wasn't exactly professional, but I wasn't gonna turn down their request because my mom was stationed on that ship."

Spock quirked his head, much in the same manner a dog would, "Yes, that was rather unprofessional although that is not the reason I am here. I merely think that you should not avoid your mother and work out your differences as soon as is possible to prevent any and all future conflict that we could face working with the Epsilon."

"I'm not avoiding her" he all but snapped back, "besides I'm going to have to talk to her tomorrow anyways so I can prep engineering. And, we are most certainly not 'talking things out' it will be strictly professional from here on out. Besides does it make a difference if I talk to her today instead of tomorrow anyway?" The last sentence was delivered with an eye roll.

"It would be most beneficial to talk to her as soon as possible" Spock stated coolly.

Kirk's eyes narrowed in suspicion, "what are you really getting at?"

"It merely find that the Enterprise would be best benefitted in this endeavor if your relationship with your mother, who also happens to be a vital part of our next mission, was not strained by personal conflict"

"Oh, no, no, there is another reason you are here." Jim replied with the barest trace of laughter in his voice.

"Captain, you misunderstand me I…"

"While you are right that my 'communications' with my mother today did strain our relationship with the Epsilon, there is no reason for me to talk to her outside of what is strictly necessary, especially if we keep it professional. She was the one to make dumb decisions based off of her emotions, not me. You're here because you want me to talk to her, not because it is the 'logical' thing to do."

Spock deflated a little at that, "From what I understand, humans usually keep in contact with their parents after they reach adulthood."

Almost hesitantly he added, "I also find it baffling that you do not make amends with your mother while she is still alive."

The weight of what Spock was trying to say hit Jim full force. Spock's own mother had died a year ago. It was obvious to anyone that the Vulcan would give anything to see her again so he couldn't comprehend why the Captain would not feel the same for his own mother.

"Spock, it's not like that for me and my mom. I tried to talk to her for years but I gave up. When I was a kid she was in Starfleet. She was home maybe once a year for shore leave. She dumped me and my brother on the first guy who would marry her and left. Whenever she was home, she would get drunk and tell me how she couldn't stand the sight of me because I looked like my dad. At 15 she told me that she couldn't handle me and that I couldn't live with her anymore. So she sent me off world to live with family I had never met before. I tried to comm her a few times but she never responded. My mom made it very clear that she did not want me, so she has no right to 'want to see me' again. So don't compare your mom to mine the only thing she ever did to be my mother was give birth to me."

The Vulcan was silent for a moment before adding, "You are correct that, she has not been a mother to you before but maybe she could start now. It is obvious that she wants to see you now, if only you would talk to her."

"It's a little- no it's a lot too late for that." Jim said with a downcast glance at his scuffed, regulation boots.

"Then a friend perhaps," Spock said with that mischievous twinkle in his eye being the only sign of emotions beneath his stoic façade, "I was told by many humans that one can never have too many friends."

"Thanks Spock," Jim said earnestly, "I will consider what you said"

"Sleep well Captain." Spock said making his exit

"Jim."

"Sir?" Spock stated with his trademark eyebrow raise.

Kirk mirrored the somewhat smug expression of Spock, though much more openly, "My friends don't call me Captain Kirk off duty."

Spock's lip twitched into a smile that would be unnoticeable to anyone who did not truly know him, "I will remember that… Jim."

With a few strides and the metallic bang of the automatic door, his commander was gone. Jim waited until Spock's footsteps disappeared down the hallway. Finally able to get the sleep he so desperately needed Jim once again flopped onto the bed. He would call his mom, but not today. With that thought he shut his eyes and let sleep overtake him.

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I will continue Momma Kirk's talk with her captain in the next chapter… probably. I like to switch things up. Also I try to not have the characters, except Spock, talk in perfect sentences. Mainly because that's not how humans talk. We fuck up grammar and stop some sentences half way through to start new ones, because we can. We are a mess. Once again BAD REVIEWS ARE WELCOME. If something is shitty call me on it, no feelings hurt.

Also kinda rushed… sorry