A/N: This is the first multi-chaptered fic I have written so please be nice :) It is a pretty generic storyline as you will see, but I think it's a good place for me to start. Hopefully you will like it. I love reviews by the way! Even constructive criticism is welcome, just don't be mean. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this and I am not making any money, but I wouldn't mind owning Spock…hehe

You know, most people think being me is awesome; and most people are jealous. But little do most people realize is that there is a lot more to James T. Kirk than meets the eye. Yeah I'm handsome; well really handsome if it's not to bold of me to say so, which I don't think it is. Yeah I'm smart, yeah I'm the captain of a Starfleet vessel, and yeah it's the best spaceship out there. But there are some things about my life, which aren't so great. Well only one actually.

I think I have a crush on my First Officer.

Now I know you may be thinking, 'What's so wrong with that?' Well let me tell you: 1. He is my First Officer, which is kind of bad because we work together. 2. He is a Vulcan, well Half-Vulcan anyway. And 3. Well, he is a he!

Now, not that I had any problem with someone being gay and whatnot but it just wasn't for me. I mean, I love women! Like, really love them! I'm even known as a bit of a player. Well more like a man-whore.

The only plus to this situation was that Spock wasn't taken anymore. Not that I was happy about this, well actually I was but that's beside the point. Spock and Uhura's relationship seemed to quickly diminish after the events involving Nero, but the two were still friends. Which was good I suppose, I just find it a little weird. I didn't know that was possible.

But that was the only positive thing about this whole thing. I mean this was Spock! Why does it have to be Spock? I mean, not that there is anything wrong with Spock. He is quite cute when you think about it. 'Wait! What? I need to stop thinking like this!' I thought as I started to fumble around with the data pad in front of me in any attempt to stop my current thought process.

After a few minutes of trying to think about anything else other than the Half-Vulcan sitting only a few feet away from me I found my thoughts drifting back to him.

'I think its more than a simple crush, I might actually like him. I mean, with all of the dreams that happen nightly leaving me changing my pajama pants every time, what else could it be?' These weren't just little dreams either; they were pretty intense sometimes. Though they sometimes seemed more like memories, they ranged from simple gestures of love, like a hug or a kiss, to…something a whole lot more graphic, but I couldn't think of this now, I already felt a tightening in my pants. I need to distract myself.

I looked around the bridge, and what do you know? Nothing exciting was happening. I looked over to Uhura only to see her looking over her nails with nothing better to do. I then turned my focus to Sulu and Chekov in front of me. The two were having a quiet debate on who knows what, not much interest to me. Then against my will I turned to look over at Spock's station.

Unlike everyone else, Spock seemed to be quite involved in his work; he was quickly tapping away giving new commands to the computer trying to figure out something that was probably way beyond me. This gave me an opportunity to look over my First Officer. I noticed how graceful his hands were, his nimble fingers completing their task obediently. I couldn't quite see his face but I bet he had that cute little twinkle in his eyes that he only got when he was dealing with something that proved difficult. I would also bet money his eyebrows were also furrowed, the only thing on his face that would give away any information to the emotions he was currently feeling. Most people wouldn't even notice, but I always knew.

Wait! How did I know this? When did I have the time to notice all of these things about Spock? Have I been watching him without knowing it? This was starting to get way out of hand. That was when my thoughts were interrupted by something beeping.

"Captain, we are receiving a message from Starfleet command. Shall I connect us?" said Uhura.

"Yes, thank you." I replied as she quickly tapped the screen in front of her revealing Admiral Pike in front of me replacing the stars that were once there.

"Captain Kirk, I trust everything is well on the Enterprise?" he asked.

"Yes, Admiral everything is as it should be."

"That's good. I have your next mission ready; I'll send it over now. Good luck. Pike out." and with that the screen disappeared to reveal once again the open space before us.

"Alright, Uhura. Open her up." I said.

"Aye, Captain." she replied as she once again tapped the screen bringing up the mission.

"Alright, crew. It seems like we are going to be delivering some supplies to New Vulcan to help with their re-colonization efforts." I said after looking over the file.

"Mr. Sulu, please plot the quickest course to Starfleet Command on Earth so we can pick up the supplies."

"Aye, Captain." He replied. "We should arrive in a little over a day, Sir."

"Good, Mr. Spock, you have the conn." I said as I started heading for the turbolift. I needed to get away for a while.

As soon as I arrived at my quarters I decided that I needed a shower. But mainly, I needed to clear my head.

I turned on the shower, making sure it was really hot before stepping in. Once the water hit me, is when I finally started to think about my little situation. I was trying to figure out when I started to feel this way. After a few minutes of quiet deliberation I realized that the first dream happened about two weeks after the Nero attack, and a certain mind thingy that occurred on a certain planet I tried to pretend didn't exist.

"That must be it!" I suddenly said out loud. "I just need to talk to the old man! And we're heading to New Vulcan, this is perfect!"

All of the sudden everything seemed a bit brighter to me, I was hopefully going to be able to finally figure out what's going on with me.

And who knows, maybe I'll get a good nights sleep tonight, lord knows I need it, its been two months sense these dreams started.

I woke up with a start, gasping for air and sweating slightly. I looked over at the digital clock next to my bed. It read 4:23 a.m.

"Great." I groaned a loud. That's when I looked down and noticed I needed to change my pajamas again. "Even better!" I said as I threw my hands up in the air and laughed bitterly.

A/N: I know, not much Spock and Kirk interaction in this chapter, well none at all... but they will have a chat next chapter! R&R please!