A/N: This is turning in a whole other direction that I thought at first, and I'm having a great time coming up with this one. Oh lordy, here we go!.
Jim and Spock pulled apart as fast as possible, a blush evident on both of their faces. Jim then stood up and walked over toward Chekov. "What is the situation then?" He said in a slightly harsh tone.
"The computers Keptin, they are not responding very vell. Ve may haf caught a virus." He said. 'You're kidding? He runs down here and ruins the moment for a computer virus? Why do I not find this surprising?'
"Well, let me put on my shoes and then you can lead the way." He said as he went back over to put on his shoes. He kneeled down next to Spock and spoke in a small tone. "There's some type of computer virus that needs fixing. You can do whatever. I'll see you around, Spock." He got up and walked away. Not sure what to think at that moment. He wasn't incredibly sure what was just happening, well actually he was, he just didn't want to think at that moment.
He walked away but not before he could see the small tinge of green in Spock's ears and cheeks. 'Oh my god, that's adorable. No, it's not. Stop that!' He then fell in line beside Checkov who seemed a bit uncomfortable at the moment. 'It's okay; he can deal with it on his own time.' When they stepped into the turbo-lift they ascended to the bridge. When stepping out there was frantic yelling and running around. He walked over to the smoking console and began to analyze it.
When he tried pushing a few buttons he saw that it was working properly. That was when something had come to mind and he got down onto his knees and opened the terminal. He removed a couple of panels that weren't really all that important and found exactly what he thought was in there. He pulled out a small mouse looking creature except for the giant eyes and ears. "Whose is this?"
"Papula! How did you get een dere? I thought I had left you een my room." Chekov yelled as he grabbed his genetically spliced hamster/mouse/rodent. "I am so sorry Keptin. I shall keep a closer eye on her from now on." Chekov said as he made his way back to the turbo-lift taking his pet back to his quarters.
"I swear he's 7 years old." He muttered as he stood back up. "This goes for everyone, if you're keeping cargo on this ship, alive or inanimate, keep an eye on it. We don't want this happening again." He then put the panels back into the machine and closed it back up. Not majorly damaged but in need of a quick once over from his favorite engineer. He made his way to the captain's chair and pushed the intercom to the engineering room. "Mr. Scott, this is your Captain, please respond." He waited a minute.
"Wha is it Cap'n?" He got as a gruff response.
"Whenever you have time and are clear of tasks could you come and give a quick assessment of the bridge console number 14. We had a… precarious situation up here."
"No problem, Cap'n. I'll be up there later on then." He said and returned to his work at hand.
A couple hours later Jim's shift had ended and he had neither heard a word nor caught a glimpse of Spock, and he was sad over that fact. He didn't realize that not seeing the intelligent Vulcan would be such a nice thing. He felt at home in his dark brown eyes and his porcelain skin tinged green at any sign of emotion he has; his delicate fingers that moved so swiftly over the clicking keys and buttons of his terminal.
He got up from his chair and relinquished it to the night shift 'Captain.' He took the turbo-lift down to the ships living deck. And as he exited the lift and walked towards his room he found himself becoming more and more tired. An exhausting day was never really a bad thing. But then again he never really became tired so early. 'Oh that's right. I'm the genius who woke up early for his shift. I did like being there early though; I got to see more of Spock... More of Bones too! Yeah… Spock isn't the only person on this ship that I care about…' He then told his mind to shut up as he entered his quarters and started to disrobe. He took off his shirt and undershirt. He then took of his pants and stepped out of them and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. They were red and black plaid pants, he's had them since his first year in the Academy and he never forgot the comfort they brought him on the nights where he felt so alone.
He sat as his desk and started doing some paperwork, despite his constant yawning and his ever closing eyes he worked diligently. But suddenly there was a small rapping as his door. "Open." He said.
Before him stood the person he was missing the most. 'No I'm not. What am I doing?' "Hi there, Spock. What's up?" He said standing up.
"Oh, I did not think you would be preparing for sleep. I shall come back later." He said with a bit of a saddened tone. He was holding a holo-chess set.
"No! I mean," He corrected his outburst of shouting. "You came here to play some chess right? I can stop this paperwork for something enjoyable you know?" He said with a small laugh and a smirk. And out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn he saw a small smile in Spock's eyes as well.
As they were playing neither of them mentioned anything about what had transpired earlier and Jim wondered if it really did happen or if his subconscious was playing a trick on him. He wasn't sure and he sure as hell does not like that feeling. 'That makes me feel so insecure. I wanna ask him but I don't want him to think I'm some kind of idiot.' Yawn. "I am so tired!" He said as he stretched out his arms and blinked once again. His eyes began to fall again.
"Maybe you should think about attempting to sleep then. I shall leave you be." Spock said starting to get up from the table.
"No… don't…. I…." His eyes began failing him and stopped staying open. "Let's… finish… the….game……..zzz." And Jim eventually just fell asleep in the chair.
Spock sat for a second to take in the picture of his Captain sleeping. 'What had transpired today cannot be of hindrance to our working relationship. If he does not speak of it neither should I. I just… wish… that I could behold this sight every night before slumber overtakes me.' He then got up and put away the holo-chess set.
He places his arms below Jim and lifted him from his chair. He placed his sleeping frame on the bed. 'He's exhausted. I surmise it is from his waking earlier than usual.' He took the blanket and placed it over him. He looked down one last time to breathe in the sight before him. He then leaned down and placed his face close enough to hear Jim's steady breath flow and in a small tone uttered. "Goodnight, T'hy'la." And gave him a small kiss on the lips and left.
Jim then twisted his body to the side, a small smile on his lips. He would sleep and dream of a warm pair of arms wrapping around his body and soft lips on his own.
As the boy awoke from his slumber he had a smile on his lips. 'I cannot allow this to happen as such. For I am an honest Puck, and therefore I shall mend the wounds of such a pure love.' And he looked outside his window. Wondering when exactly they would show up.
A/N: Okay so this chapter took longer than I thought it would. But this is where the real story starts. I hope you enjoyed so please review and give me some idea's for later chapters!