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.
Returning
Kirk wandered outside for a little over an hour, watching the night sky, attempting to clear his head. By the time he returned Spock was back upstairs, presumably meditating. He noticed that the cur and saucer he had left on the counter in his haste to leave had been both cleaned and put away in his absence.
It was just like Spock to take care of Kirk in his way. It seemed that even without memory and having seen the more bristly side of his friend this facet of their relationship was still in effect. Kirk stared at the clear table thoughtfully, a frown marring his face, before he forcibly shrugged off the melancholy mood and stepped gingerly up the stairs making sure to be silent.
Kirk stopped next to the closed door to Spock's room placing his open palm against it in anguish before continuing on to his own room. He didn't see Spock rise from his relaxed position on the floor and walk towards the door when he heard quiet footsteps in the hallway, nor after much consideration when the Vulcan decided to respect his wishes and left him undisturbed.
Jim spent much of the night tossing and turning before finally settling down to sleep once the sun began to rise in the lightening sky. The hour was late when he finally awoke from slumber and stumbled into the fresher to clean himself.
A delicious smell was what finally enticed him to leave the bathroom. Following his nose into the kitchen, Jim stopped short when he saw Spock standing at the antique stove cooking what looked like some weird type of omelet-salad hybrid. Where the meat and cheese should have been there were lots of green vegetables, some of which Kirk couldn't even identify.
"Please tell me that's edible." Kirk begged sniffing the air hungrily. "It smells good and I'm starved."
"You have eaten at 0700 yesterday. It is unlikely that your stomach would contract without food so quickly."
"You're a regular laugh riot." Kirk smiled as Spock ignored him to flip over the omelet. Spock's hair looked tinted blue in the rays of sunlight that fell through the window, casting the room in an illuminating glow.
"I found this recipe in the archives for human food. It has seven essential minerals to enhance your metabolism and nervous system."
"Thank you."
"…"
"I'm sure it will be delicious."
Kirk spooned the omelet into his mouth when Spock continued to watch him in something close to expectancy. Jim was careful to keep his face expressionless as he began chewing before he broke out into a wide grin.
"Wonderful. I should have you cook for me every morning." Jim gushed while taking another large bit of the green concoction. "It would probably save me from Bones nagging about my diet."
"Your diet is important if you are to keep in peek physical condition. If I could contribute I would be …pleased to help."
"I will hold you to that." Jim told him softly, before taking a sip of juice.
"I was curious when you were going to mention that you are my consort?"
The fruit juice that Jim was sipping spewed over everything including Spock. He watched the red liquid drip from the Vulcan's nose in shock.
"What?!?"