Oh my god. Has it really been eight months since we updated this? Dammit, I thought we were gonna stay on top of things!

Well, to all you lovely readers out there, it may have been forever since we updated, but we have far from forgotten about this! If you need something to blame ... blame school. Yeah, school. And, since school is nearly over, you'll probably only have to wait two months for the next chapter, not eight XD

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All was quiet on the bridge. Nobody moved.

Well, several people moved, as per normal everyday work on the bridge, but to Jim Kirk, everything seemed still.

Except for Spock, of course. Though most humans would say that the Vulcan moved a little less than everyone else, to Jim, he moved more. That, or maybe he was just paying attention.

Because he needed to talk to Spock, of course. He needed to talk to Spock about Uhura and Jack and whatever else Starship Captains need to talk to their First Officers about. That was it. That's why Jim was so focused on Spock. Nothing else, of course.

He sauntered (no, he didn't, it was a simple walk. Jim Kirk didn't saunter in professional settings.) over to where the Vulcan Science Officer was bent over that tiny viewscreen and leaned over to see what he was looking at, completely silent. Spock glanced at him, just a few inches away, but didn't say anything.

Jim wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at. It wasn't like he needed to understand the squiggles on this particular screen, as Spock (or someone else, but usually Spock) was always there to interpret them for him. But they looked cool, and he couldn't remember what he'd wanted to say to Spock, so he just stayed where he was, looking at the screen and not saying anything.

For the next fifteen seconds, nothing happened. A few people, including Lieutenant Uhura, stared at them, and a couple times Spock glanced at Jim, but nobody spoke. Finally, Spock asked uncertainly, "Can I help you, Captain?"

Since Jim still couldn't remember what he'd wanted to say, he simply said, "No," lightly and continued to stare at the unintelligible squiggles. He didn't look up when he heard the bridge door open, nor when the man in an old-fashioned military coat took a place on the other side of Spock, also leaning over the tiny viewscreen. He did internally sigh, however.

"What are we looking at?" Jack Harkness asked conspiratorially in a low voice.

"Nothing," Spock replied.

"What?"

"These readings mean literally nothing," Spock explained. "I was attempting to discern what the Captain had apparently spotted, but it eludes me."

Jim mentally kicked himself, but he didn't say anything.

"Captain Kirk?"

He looked up and met Jack's gaze. There was a peculiar expression in his eyes; Jim couldn't read it. Which bugged him way more than it really should. He grunted noncommittally, clapped Spock on the back, saying, "Good job, Spock," and took a seat in his Captain's chair.

Jack watched him and sighed quietly. You should never meet your heroes...

About five more minutes into his shift, Jim suddenly remembered what he had wanted to talk to Spock about. But, because he was still in the middle of his shift, and there was work to be done (What work, Kirk wasn't exactly sure about) he chose to wait until later, talk to Spock alone. Only because everyone else on the bridge would be listening in should he say anything now, not because he wanted to be alone with Spock or any nonsense like that. Why would he want to be alone with Spock? That would just awkward. Resting his head in his hands, Kirk wondered what had happened to make him act so weird recently.

"Is something wrong, Captain?", Spock asked, his ever-observant eyes noticing Kirk's apparent distress.

"It's nothing, Spock. Just some things on my mind. Speaking of, I need to talk to you after our shift is done." There, thought Kirk, just keep everything professional, just be your captain-y self….

Spock nodded, "Of course, Captain."

Kirk smirked.

Three hours later, it was much harder for Kirk to maintain his air of professionalism in regards to Spock. If there had ever been one in the first place.

He wasn't quite sure how he felt. A bit anxious, like his stomach was twisting into knots, and his hands were shaking...

Nervous. That's how he felt. Nervous. Like a scrawny pre-teen at his first school dance. Of course, it had nothing to do with Spock. It was much more likely that he was nervous because of the giant mound of paperwork that he had to have finished by, well, yesterday.

Kirk smacked his head against the wall for the upteenth time. When was the last time he was nervous about paperwork? He was in a bad place. A very, very bad place.

The doors to the lift opened with a whoosh and Kirk jumped a little bit, then quickly leaned against the wall, trying for all the world to exude an air of casualty and spectacularly failing. Spock raised one pristine eyebrow as he entered.

"Problem, Captain?" Spock said, and if Kirk didn't know any better, he'd have said Spock sounded, well, smug.

"Noo," Kirk sighed, dragging a hand over his face. "Just ... you know. Stressed."

Spock nodded once and stood beside Kirk in silence for a few moments before asking, "What did you wish to speak with me about?"

Kirk inwardly sighed (and he did that quite a bit lately, didn't he?). He didn't want to talk to Spock. But he did. But he couldn't. But he had to. So he sort of stood there like a goldfish, somewhere between speaking and flailing.

"Captain?" Spock asked after a while, sounding borderline concerned, borderline ... amused? Now that was just insulting.

"WhydidyoubreakupwithUhura?" Kirk eventually managed.

Spock, again, raised one eyebrow (and didn't he do that a lot ... only all the time). "Pardon?"

Kirk took a deep breath. "Why did you break up with Uhura?" he articulated very slowly.

"That is, I believe you would say, 'old news', Captain," Spock replied.

"Well I just now heard of it," Kirk mumbled in way of response. "But still ... why?"

Spock nodded vaguely, seeming a bit hesitant. Kirk took a moment to appreciate the fact that this was the Spockian equivalent of being completely flummoxed. He was making Spock uncomfortable and felt a pulse of achievement before No, bad Jim, that's rude.

"We were ... incompatible," Spock explained after a moment of awkward silence.

Kirk made a neutral sound in the back of his throat.

"Is that all you wished to speak to me about?"

Kirk nodded. "As Captain, I need to be aware of everyone's affairs to be certain that their work is unaffected." Very suave. Good job, Jim.

Spock nodded. "I see." And the lift was enveloped in silence once more.

Jack couldn't believe his luck. He'd been cast out of one spaceship by a bunch of pissy Romulans only to be picked up by the freaking Enterprise minutes later. The Enterprise. Under the command of Captain James T. Kirk. Youngest Starship captain ... ever. Hero of the Nero incident.

It was partially because of Captain Kirk that Jack had wanted to join the Time Agency in the first place. The Time Agency was kind of the 51st century equivalent of Starfleet, and Jack had dreamt as a kid of becoming the 51st century equivalent of Captain Kirk. He'd be creative, reckless, quick on his feet ... the whole shibang. And of course, being a Time Agent, Jack would have a good excuse to travel back in time to meet Kirk. He could have just rented a time machine and taken it for a joyride, but that felt pathetic. It was way better to come meet Kirk in the line of duty.

Jack always imagined when this day came he'd be a high ranking official come to save Kirk at the last minute from such a certain death that the Captain himself couldn't've gotten out of. Kirk would be impressed and grateful, and they'd go out for a drink, maybe sex, and he'd tell Jack to come back any time.

He never thought it'd be Kirk rescuing him, completely by chance, from a thousand or more deaths by suffocation on an airless asteroid, and Jack, a renegade with a stolen name and no method of transport.

And Kirk himself hadn't been exactly what Jack was thinking. The kid wonder was really just ... just that. A kid. Jack was almost disappointed.

But then there was the First Officer. The Vulcan. Spock.

When he thought about it, Jack supposed all the historical accounts must have mentioned Spock. The only figure he'd really paid attention to was Kirk, though, and when Spock was introduced, Jack honestly expected to see a leather jacket, large ears, short-cropped hair.

For a little while, Jack had toyed with the idea that Spock was the Doctor. He could regenerate - it wasn't entirely unfeasible to think that maybe he could regenerate with pointy ears and cool eyebrows.

After hours of questions ranging from pointed to vague to probably downright annoying, Jack came to the conclusion that Spock was not the Doctor. And then he got to wondering how Rose knew Spock's name, but it seemed that, not only was Spock not the Doctor, but he'd never met the Doctor either. Nor Rose. So maybe they'd meet in the future ...

It was around that point that Jack realised he didn't particularly care and would simply chuckle at the odd coincidence rather than try to figure it out. He knew if the Doctor were there, he'd never let it go, but the Doctor wasn't there and Jack just wanted some good ole R&R on this historic ship.

Plus, Kirk had asked to see Jack alone in his quarters, and who was Jack to resist such an offer? After all, it had been his childhood goal to get this man in bed ...