Pairing;; Spock/Kirk

Base Plot;; Honestly, there isn't one. This was just a little cutesy thing I decided to do for my lover. xD Don't ask.

P.O.V.;; Third Person.

.: Time After Chess :.

"Captain?"

Jim's head partially lifted from the dataPADD, eyes locating the person whom had voiced his name. He stared lightly toward Spock, before smiling and signing off on the PADD, handing it back to the ensign. He inclined his head, before moving to stand near Spock, face alight with joy. He enjoyed the company of the half Vulcan. Why? He wasn't sure, but he loved being near him. And it wasn't until just recently that he realized this.

"What's up, Spock?" Jim responded, crossing his arms casually over his chest.

The soft brown eyes flickered up, staring toward the ceiling, before dropping back to stare into crystal blue ones, "Captain, I do believe that the metals and electronic cords as well as piping is above us. Is that such a curiosity of yours that you cannot go ask Mr. Scott of the insides of the ship? I would think that you would know the common knowledge of the-"

"It's a figure of speech, Spock. What can I help you with?"

His elegant brow arched, before he spoke. "Captain, it has come to my knowledge that the ship was damaged in the last attack." He stepped forward, shifting to stand beside Jim, the dataPADD in his hand shifting with the move of his nimble fingers. "As you can see here, it is highly likely that if we do not begin repairs immediately on the areas that are shaded red, then we could end up failing in our overall mission as the ship will go down. I advise we take shore leave, and get the ship repaired while there."

Jim blinked. "You wanna take shore leave?"

"That assessment would be correct, Captain."

Jim nodded. "Awesome. Let's do it."

They'd been on leave for almost a week. In three days, they'd have to go back onto their adventures into space. The ship was almost fully repaired, which was a good thing. Jim'd spent a lot of time with McCoy and Chekov, and occasionally went drinking with Scott. He'd taken a couple walks around the small area they resided, which looked like a five star hotel on Terran. The only person he hadn't spent time with, was Spock. So, he went looking for his First Officer, curious as to what he was doing.

When he located the Vulcan, he found him sitting quietly by a window, reading a book. Jim wondered over, sitting down by him. Spock didn't acknowledge the male, flipping a page and reading quickly. He sat for a few quiet moments, flicking his fingers around before looking over toward Spock, blinking. He smiled some before opening his mouth. Just as he did, Spock looked up and stared toward him. Jim blinked, and waved.

"Hey! You wanna go play chess with me sometime in the next few days? I think I've gotten good enough to beat you!" He said, smiling.

Spock stared. "The probability of you winning a match of chess is one point four percent, Captain. But yes, I will indulge in a game of chess with you. Tomorrow, at nineteen hundred hours. Where would you like to play?"

"Huh. Let's play in the upstairs conference room. Since, it's normally empty."

Spock nodded, and that was that. The game time was set, and come tomorrow, they'd end up sitting across from each other, playing the game of minds.

And they were.

Spock sat quietly, perfectly poised, hands folded in his lap. Jim, on the other hand, was leaned forward, resting one elbow on his knee, the other arm hovering over a chess piece. He pondered the move, looking around, crystal eyes lingering along the pieces before he plucked one up and set it carefully down on another square, but left his fingers there. He stared at the position, looking up toward Spock.

"If I don't take my fingers off, I can go back, right?"

Spock nodded.

"Good."

Jim moved the piece back, leaning to look at the board in other ways. He sighed, picking up his knight and moving it up two, and over one to the right, before removing his hand and looking smug. That was, until Spock's bishop took the knight. Jim groaned, let out a curse, and moved another piece. Within the next ten moves, he'd lost. Jim sighed, sitting back slowly and staring at the board, where as Spock just watched him, almost looking smug.

"I really thought I had you that time!" Jim said, grumbling.

Spock arched a brow slowly. "I told you it was improbably, Captain."

"Spock, come off it. Call me Jim. Everyone else does." Jim stated.

Spock just stared.

"Please?"

"Jim."

"Thank you."

They picked up the game, before starting back toward their rooms. Jim stopped outside Spock's room, and turned to face him. He stared up at him, face almost angry, before breaking out in a huge grin. He crossed his arms casually over his chest and leaned one shoulder on the wall, tilting his head. Spock just watched him, raising a brow in question. He looked to his room, before keying in the numbers to let him into the room.

"You know, I'll beat you at one point." Jim stated matter-of-factly.

Spock turned to look at him. "That is improbable."

"And when I do, you'll have to hold up your end of the bargain."

"Once more, improbable."

"So for now, I guess we'll just settle the time after chess as we always do, right?"

"That is logical, Captain."

"Spock."

"My apologies. Jim."

Jim smiled, before holding out his hand. His middle and index finger out, the rest curled. Spock stared toward his hands before letting a slight smile twitch at his face. He held out the identical symbol, before winding his fingers around Jim's. They stood there like that for a few moments, before Spock pulled back and walked into his room, the door swishing closed quietly behind him. Jim smiled, and walked to his own room.

Two days later, they were back on the bridge. Jim sat in his chair, swiveling as they were moving through space. His head was held high, and he smiled around at his crew. Chekov looked over his shoulder, giving a report of time until they made it to their destination. An ensign brought him an apple, and he bit into it right as he turned toward Spock. He stared lightly toward Spock, who, in turn, slowly looked over his shoulder, eyes soft.

Jim smiled, Spock arched a brow.

Jim winked, Spock's brow rose further.

Jim blew him a kiss, Spock held up his index and middle finger, before turning back around.

Jim smiled.