Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.
Jim watched Spock inform the crew of his current situation, and didn't miss the eye roll Uhura shot his first officer when he mentioned that Kirk could communicate quite well. Spock evidently did. The bridge crew were on edge, shooting Jim strange looks and watching him out of the corner of their eyes. Jim attempted to maintain an aura of captainly interest, but ruined the effect by taking a nap after learning that looking at the same stuff for a week, because you were travelling so slow due to the engines being repaired and upgraded simultaneously, was rather boring. On the bright side, according to Scotty's report, the engines should be more efficient than ever when he was done. Should being the operative term. Jim sprawled out across the chair until the end of the shift, so far no one had attempted to talk to him, not even Spock, but then again there was nothing to talk about. When Spock rose to leave, Kirk followed him, to murmurs by the others. As the two of them headed down the hall to the mess hall, Kirk abruptly decided that he had had enough of the stares for one day and tugged on Spock's pants to get his attention.
'Captain,' Spock acknowledged.
Kirk headed back up the hall, towards the turbo lift, stopping every couple of seconds to check if Spock was following. He wasn't. Kirk barked, to get Spock moving, causing several people passing to openly stare. Spock apparently got the hint and followed him back down the hall. Kirk sat in the turbo lift when Spock arrived.
'Where exactly do you wish to go?'
Kirk had to stop and think about how to tell Spock, words were failing him after all. He resorted to tapping Spock's leg then laying down on the ground, having to go through the motions several times in response to Spock's raised eyebrow. He must have understood though, as he programmed in the floor to his quarters. Kirk slipped past the moment the lift stopped and sat outside the door, waiting to be let in. Spock obligingly opened the door and Kirk entered, just in time to hear Uhura down the corridor.
'Spock, please tell me you aren't locking him away because people are talking!'
Kirk stuck his head back out the door.
'Coming for lunch?' she asked him, ignoring Spock's attempt to explain.
Kirk shook his head and withdrew back into room.
'I am not locking him away, I was simply trying to give him what he wanted.'
'Oh so you'll give Kirk what he wants, but not me?'
'He asked,' Spock retorted, 'and despite my telepathic abilities, I do not make a habit of reading other people's minds.'
'Fine, let's go to lunch so I can explain it then. No offense but this whole situation is weird.'
Spock shut the door and Kirk heard them leave before entering the bathroom. He had been in Spock's quarters so long that he had forgotten how warm they were, his trip out this morning had reminded him and he needed to cool off.
A/N: I should be writing my essays, but this was more fun, so you'll probably get another update again tomorrow.