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.
Confusion Or Hopeful Thinking
"Where would you get an idea like that?" Jim asked in shock, staring at the Vulcan who looked unperturbed as always. Jim on the other hand felt like Spock had punched him in the gut and could barely get enough air in his lungs.
"My father informed me."
"Sarek took you aside and told you that we were…" Jim asked incredulously, a light blush adorning his face. "My god, where's a Klingon when you need one?"
"I fail to understand what a Klingon has to do with my father explaining the intimacy of our relationship. He felt that I should know, since it seems you were content to leave me uninformed."
"There is no intimacy to inform you of." Jim told Spock sharply. "I have no idea what your father has been telling you, but I promise you he is very much mistaken."
"Perhaps, and if that was the only reason I thought so, I may be convinced you were correct."
"Whom else have you been speaking to?" Jim asked softly. "Did Bones say anything to you?"
"What would you expect him to say, since if as you've said there is nothing between us?" Spock asked suspiciously.
"I did not say there was nothing between us." Jim growled angrily. "Just that we aren't… intimate."
Spock did not respond save for a raised eyebrow.
"There have been rumors about our relationship for some time aboard the Enterprise. Your father must have thought similarly, and gotten the wrong impression."
"Perhaps, or if that is indeed the case perhaps our crew and my father saw something between us that one or the both of us were unaware of."
"You don't know anyone, barely remember my name or McCoy's yet you insist we're in some kind of illicit relationship. Trust me when I say you never thought of me that way, you even called me your brother once upon a time. We're friends, best friends, but that is all."
"Th'y'la?" Spock questioned softly.
"Yeah. That's what you said. "
"Did I ever tell you the meaning of the word?"
"Not specifically, but since you were talking about us at the time, I assumed it was the Vulcan word for friend. When I mentioned it you didn't disagree."
"That is because that is essentially correct."
"There you see, now stop making a mountain out of a molehill."
"If I understand you correctly you are saying I am finding intrigue where there is none."
"Exactly."
"Shall I tell you the true meaning of Th'y'la?"
Jim nodded slightly although a sense of foreboding seized him suddenly.
"It means friend, brother, lover."
"Th'y'la has three meanings then?" Jim asked hoarsely. "Perhaps you meant one of the three."
"Not three meanings. The one word encompasses all three concepts. Th'y'la is similar to the earthen word beloved."
"Do you mean to tell me you've been calling me beloved for over a year without me knowing it?"
"So it would seem." Spock agreed.