Jim Kirk sighed to himself as he slumped down in the Captain's chair, crossing his legs in the process as the vastness of space played out before his blue eyes. Everything seemed to much like a dream to be real; the past months had be something straight out of a story book. A twisted and cruel storybook but a fairy tale none-the-less.
The whites of his eyes held several tiny red veins playing as a go-along to the growing black bags forming under them. Jim was exhausted and in need of a long relaxing slumber. Not that he would ever attempt that to anyone, for he was quite a stubborn young man. One didn't become the youngest Star-ship Captain in history without that trait.
"Captain..."
Kirk jumped, eyes wide for a moment as he tried to find the source of voice. Turning in a complete circle, he finally found his Target. Spock. His first officer and his friend whom at the moment was staring at him with a placid face and considered brown eyes. Those eyes....Again something that Kirk would never admit to anyone, but they were quite intoxicating.
"Yes, Mr. Spock?"
"I have been calling your name for several minutes, sir. Might I inquire if something is wrong? Do you require Dr. McCoy?"
"No, No..." Kirk waved his hands in emphasis sitting up and taking a proper stance. He always hated it when people fussed over him. It made him feel useless and weak to an extent; a child that had to be watched over. Something he intended never to be again. "I'm fine, Spock. Just a little tired as all. You know how that is right?"
Spock raised one eye in a questioning manner placing his hands behind his back.
"I'm guessing not.....Do Vulcans even need sleep?"
"Not as much as you require...."
The answer was silent but still filled with the tell-tale signs of worry. No matter how much the taller male tried to hide his concern, the human in him always gave it away. Kirk liked that about him. He had developed the ability to read his first officer very well even if the others still couldn't.
"If I got some sleep, would you stop looking at me like that?"
"Affirmative."
"Alright, fine...You have the Com."
Spock nodded as he moved to take up the now vacated seat under the watchful eye of his Captain. Jim shook his head as he moved towards the lift.
"You know, Mr. Spock, you have one killer puppy dog look..."