Meaningful Silences 13/?
Rated: PG-13. May go up later depending on the direction the story takes.
Pairing: K/S (Although nothing explicit.)
A.N.: Takes place before and during 'The Search For Spock', May be somewhat inaccurate due to my foggy memories of the movie, but this was just banging around in my head. This is my first attempt at Star Trek fiction so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
Sorry for the delay in updating, I have had a severe case of writer's block for this story for a few weeks now.
Settling In And Unspoken Feelings
Kirk, having not seen Risa in many years, explored their cabin with Spock after putting their luggage near the door where they entered. The main room downstairs was quite large and was simply furnished to look like an old log cabin from 18th century Earth as per Kirk's request.
One of the reasons Kirk suggested Risa for their shore leave was due to the plentiful accommodations available to visitors. Remembering the camping trip he, Spock and McCoy had taken on a previous shore leave and the enjoyment Spock got out of it, Jim wanted something as rustic as possible to come back too. He planned to suggest sleeping under the stars some night soon after they got better settled in and hoped that Spock would respond favorably.
The furnishings seemed to surround the fireplace in the center of the far wall as a focal point, and there were a few cozy chairs near enough so that had the fire been lit it would cast a warm peaceful glow to the room. When Kirk commented such, Spock responded that 'the glow is irrelevant to the amount of heat the fire gives off, and as such commenting on it is illogical. Not to mention that a light differential can not be inherently peaceful.'
Kirk sighed softly to himself in melancholy remembering varying times in their long acquaintance that Spock would banter over his illogical human tendencies. What so depressed him currently was that Spock honestly had no idea what he had meant. Without further comment Jim lead his first officer into the connecting kitchen, ignoring for the moment the flight of stairs to their right.
One of the good things about the doctor's absence from this trip was that having their own kitchen Kirk could for once eat what he wanted without worrying about his weight and diet. Although if he got to be too tubby he would have to listen to Bones' lecture once they got back aboard the Enterprise in two months. The mere prospect of such a lecture was enough to strike the fear of god into the good captain, famed throughout the galaxies as fearless.
After walking through three more rooms making comments as he went and only getting weighing looks in return, Kirk was tempted to start glaring in exasperation. He settled for pouting instead as he unpacked silently that night once they had each retired to their respective bedrooms. But his sleep was anything but uninterrupted. Jim tossed and turned much of the night through and eventually got tired of lying in bed staring at the ceiling. At about 0300 he got up and walked quietly across the hall where he assumed Spock was meditating as made his way down to the kitchen.
He was sitting in the dark staring out at the forest and mountains beyond the window, drinking his cooling tea. He privately thought that this wasn't much more helpful then staring at his ceiling but didn't have the energy to move. Their first day here had surprisingly enough drained him of his optimistic outlook towards Spock's recovery. He was so immersed in worrying if he'd ever truly get 'his' Spock back that he did not hear the padding on the stairs.
"You are troubled." Spock stated without a hint of question in his voice, startling the captain and causing him to spill his tea across the table.
"Shit!" Kirk swore angrily. He stood and began haphazardly mopping the spill with a towel. Only after he was done cleaning the area and knew he had a relatively tight reign on his temper and other less volatile emotions, did he look in Spock's direction. "What can I do for you Mister Spock? All good Starfleet officers should be in bed."
Spock ignored his comment with simply a raised eyebrow before repeating himself once again.
"You are troubled, Captain."
"I am fine, Spock." Kirk responded neutrally. When his first officer merely continued staring at him with his perceptive eyes, Kirk added on more truthfully. "I am a bit at odds with myself. It is nothing for you to worry about. I'll get over it."
"You are unknowingly broadcasting distress all over the cabin." Spock began hesitantly taking a step closer to his friend. He watched his captain close in on himself and hunch his shoulders at Spock's statement, and then the infamous captain's mask Kirk had perfected years ago dropped over his features and his face became completely closed off. The pain was still present however, perhaps even heightened. Spock raised a hand in supplication, but Kirk didn't see it as he stood up abruptly.
"I'm sorry to keep you up. You need all the rest you can get. I'll just take a walk, I should be fine when I return." Kirk spoke flatly walking quickly out of the cabin without looking at Spock. Had he looked back he would have seen his 'indifferent' friend looking fairly devastated, standing exactly where he left him, a hand still raised in unspoken support.
Rated: PG-13. May go up later depending on the direction the story takes.
Pairing: K/S (Although nothing explicit.)
A.N.: Takes place before and during 'The Search For Spock', May be somewhat inaccurate due to my foggy memories of the movie, but this was just banging around in my head. This is my first attempt at Star Trek fiction so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
Sorry for the delay in updating, I have had a severe case of writer's block for this story for a few weeks now.
Settling In And Unspoken Feelings
Kirk, having not seen Risa in many years, explored their cabin with Spock after putting their luggage near the door where they entered. The main room downstairs was quite large and was simply furnished to look like an old log cabin from 18th century Earth as per Kirk's request.
One of the reasons Kirk suggested Risa for their shore leave was due to the plentiful accommodations available to visitors. Remembering the camping trip he, Spock and McCoy had taken on a previous shore leave and the enjoyment Spock got out of it, Jim wanted something as rustic as possible to come back too. He planned to suggest sleeping under the stars some night soon after they got better settled in and hoped that Spock would respond favorably.
The furnishings seemed to surround the fireplace in the center of the far wall as a focal point, and there were a few cozy chairs near enough so that had the fire been lit it would cast a warm peaceful glow to the room. When Kirk commented such, Spock responded that 'the glow is irrelevant to the amount of heat the fire gives off, and as such commenting on it is illogical. Not to mention that a light differential can not be inherently peaceful.'
Kirk sighed softly to himself in melancholy remembering varying times in their long acquaintance that Spock would banter over his illogical human tendencies. What so depressed him currently was that Spock honestly had no idea what he had meant. Without further comment Jim lead his first officer into the connecting kitchen, ignoring for the moment the flight of stairs to their right.
One of the good things about the doctor's absence from this trip was that having their own kitchen Kirk could for once eat what he wanted without worrying about his weight and diet. Although if he got to be too tubby he would have to listen to Bones' lecture once they got back aboard the Enterprise in two months. The mere prospect of such a lecture was enough to strike the fear of god into the good captain, famed throughout the galaxies as fearless.
After walking through three more rooms making comments as he went and only getting weighing looks in return, Kirk was tempted to start glaring in exasperation. He settled for pouting instead as he unpacked silently that night once they had each retired to their respective bedrooms. But his sleep was anything but uninterrupted. Jim tossed and turned much of the night through and eventually got tired of lying in bed staring at the ceiling. At about 0300 he got up and walked quietly across the hall where he assumed Spock was meditating as made his way down to the kitchen.
He was sitting in the dark staring out at the forest and mountains beyond the window, drinking his cooling tea. He privately thought that this wasn't much more helpful then staring at his ceiling but didn't have the energy to move. Their first day here had surprisingly enough drained him of his optimistic outlook towards Spock's recovery. He was so immersed in worrying if he'd ever truly get 'his' Spock back that he did not hear the padding on the stairs.
"You are troubled." Spock stated without a hint of question in his voice, startling the captain and causing him to spill his tea across the table.
"Shit!" Kirk swore angrily. He stood and began haphazardly mopping the spill with a towel. Only after he was done cleaning the area and knew he had a relatively tight reign on his temper and other less volatile emotions, did he look in Spock's direction. "What can I do for you Mister Spock? All good Starfleet officers should be in bed."
Spock ignored his comment with simply a raised eyebrow before repeating himself once again.
"You are troubled, Captain."
"I am fine, Spock." Kirk responded neutrally. When his first officer merely continued staring at him with his perceptive eyes, Kirk added on more truthfully. "I am a bit at odds with myself. It is nothing for you to worry about. I'll get over it."
"You are unknowingly broadcasting distress all over the cabin." Spock began hesitantly taking a step closer to his friend. He watched his captain close in on himself and hunch his shoulders at Spock's statement, and then the infamous captain's mask Kirk had perfected years ago dropped over his features and his face became completely closed off. The pain was still present however, perhaps even heightened. Spock raised a hand in supplication, but Kirk didn't see it as he stood up abruptly.
"I'm sorry to keep you up. You need all the rest you can get. I'll just take a walk, I should be fine when I return." Kirk spoke flatly walking quickly out of the cabin without looking at Spock. Had he looked back he would have seen his 'indifferent' friend looking fairly devastated, standing exactly where he left him, a hand still raised in unspoken support.