There was nothing special about the Observation Deck. Jim knew it. Mr. Spock knew it. Hell, probably the others knew it too, but damn, was it frustrating to watch those two go at it like rabbits—well, not really in the sexual sense, but their eye play was a close second.

Heh.

Eye porn.

Jim felt it was a blessing that older Spock (maybe?) felt the same way. He was in a hurry to leave too. Could it be that the older Vulcan was just as irritated as he was at witnessing his friend play against the other? Jim took a second to think about it, but it dissipated quickly. Vulcans, even half ones as far as he was concerned, didn't really show much attachment to anyone or anything. Spock (his Spock) had been dating Uhura for like, ever now and he hardly seemed attached to her. In fact, if you had never met the two and just saw them strolling alongside one another on a beach in the sexiest part of the universe dressed in sexy clothes and all that shit, Spock would still look indifferent and you'd never suspect he was dating her.

It was like their relationship was just that—a word.

How the hell had Uhura put up with that? The clearly sexy, taunting, Communications Officer had a thing for men who didn't show their love, he guessed. She was hot. I mean, hot with a capital H-A-W-T. Maybe she was just so used to be noticed as eye candy that having a man around who didn't compliment or undress her with their eyes on a regular basis was refreshing. But still, that has to suck from time to time. Jim knew he'd get upset about it. If he ever dated a Vulcan, which Jim was pretty sure he'd never get the fucking time of day anyway with those uptight bitches (Academy memory, not enough time to explain right now), he knew he'd snap if it came between showing and not showing public displays of affection.

But, all that was beside the point. The fact was that Vulcans didn't show attachment and yet, here was Mr. Spock, a half-Vulcan from another timeline, appearing to show some sort of affection for James. All in all, it was a stretch, but Jim couldn't ignore it. When they reached the Observation Deck by a private hall that was rarely used by anyone other than himself or Spock, he confronted the annoying question in his mind.

They had been in there for five minutes, Jim had locked the door and stood silently as Mr. Spock went to the large window and gazed into the black void of twinkling stars. Traveling at warp in the vast darkness of space was still as slow as one might imagine. The stars took their time passing because that's just how big space was.

Jim analyzed the man, and I say 'analyze' because 'staring' sounds so suggestive even though that was pretty much what he was doing. Mr. Spock was dressed in the uniform blues that his Spock would wear except the colour was lighter and the Starfleet emblem was much larger and—gaudy looking? Would that be the right word? Also, his uniform pants appeared to be a slight higher than the ones he and his crew wore. Mr. Spock's looked like that if he removed his boots, you'd clearly see his ankles and the beginning of a calf. Different and so similar.

The older Vulcan didn't seem to notice Jim looking at him, or if he did he didn't bother to humour him by pointing it out. He began a small conversation about the stars and how they seemed clearer to him here than they had before in his timeline. Jim decided now was perfect to ask his dying question.

"Hey, Mr. Spock, I don't want to seem forward or rude, but as we both know, between both our timelines things are subtly different. I've noted some small changes in things from clothes to manners." Mr. Spock, hands in clasp behind him had turned and looked him directly in the eyes with a curious gaze. Jim froze for only a moment figuring it was those implanted emotions again and continued on. "What I mean is, there are differences in us too. I mean, between me and James and you and Spock." The Vulcan blinked and nodded his head.

"Captain, where I come from, the only time you seem to 'beat around the bush' is when you have an underlying question to ask me. What is it that you would like to ask?" Wow, Jim was that easy to read. Then again, this certain half-Vulcan had eight years of Jim-Watching under his belt.

"Uh, well…did you ask to leave the Private Rec Room because you were irritated that my Spock and your Jim was, you know, playing so heatedly?" This question, at first, looked like it had caught Mr. Spock off guard, but nonetheless, he had a rebuttal to offer in a timely manner—a true trait of any Vulcan.

"I was genuinely interested in viewing your space from your time. Any emotional reason behind my suggestion is purely illogical as Vulcans do no experience 'irritation'." For some reason when Jim heard that he had pictured his Spock saying the same thing and how 'rude' or 'denial' it might appear to him, and yet, when Mr. Spock had said it, it did seem genuine. He had shown neither broken barriers nor a sign of hesitation in his explanation. It had been perfectly executed. Jim found that oddly attractive.

Damnit, it was those stupid implanted shit-things again. Go away you fucking 'tards.

"Why do you ask, Captain?" Jim looked around for a moment and finally settled his gaze on the strange gaudy emblem of Mr. Spock's tunic.

He shrugged. "You just seemed in a hurry was all."

"Chess is a silent game for a reason, I desired to leave promptly so not to give either player an upper hand in distracting the other from logical moves. It was for the sake of the game at hand." Jim laughed. A brow raised. "Did I say something comedic?"

"Oh, no no!" Jim chuckled as he regained himself, "It's just…you, Mr. Spock, you sound so serious. You sound…different from my Spock, it's strange. It's funny, well, it's not funny, but it's, oh, you know what I mean."

The older Spock approached him suddenly. "I am sorry that I do not."

"Eh? Don't worry about it. It was a compliment." In that moment Jim caught sight of something poking out on the edge of Spock's waistline. Had that been there before? Jim couldn't remember. He instinctively reached for it, but Mr. Spock was quicker and retrieved it from his side. It was a large, blocky thing, with a metal exterior and a black bulk body. Holy shit, what the fuck kind of contraption was that?

"Is that a communicator?" Jim asked. Mr. Spock nodded and shown the object, though keeping it far away enough to give the impression he didn't want to lose it.

"Yes. Why would you ask if it was or not? Does it not 'look' like a communication device?" Jim couldn't help it, he started laughing like an idiot. He laughed so hard he had to hold his sides from the pain in his ribs. When he finished, he was still chuckling and caught the sight of an unchanged Vulcan face.

"Yeah, it totally looks like a communication device—from like, the 1960s! That thing's big enough to pass for an old Earth cell phone or a paperweight!" When Mr. Spock appeared confused, Jim decided to clear things up and whipped out his communicator which was thin, sleek, shiny black and rounded on the ends. A beautiful piece of equipment that Jim favoured and kissed when no one was looking. Oh, beautiful technology and its beautiful curves.

"This," he said while holding out his favourite necessary item, "is a communicator."

"Fascinating." Mr. Spock said in nearly a whisper. When Jim saw the extended hand met with a subtle 'May I?', Jim acknowledged and the let the curious Vulcan study his device. He compared it to his own and flipped through it several times.

"Oh, don't hit that button," Jim warned as Spock was flipping through the channels and features, "that'll access the interwebs and the roaming fees out here would be titanic!" Another curious brow lifted.

"You can access the internet on your device?" Jim nodded.

"Yup, and I can download music, watch movies, make ringtones, post stuff to YouTwitFace, and all that jazz plus use it as a communicator and a video phone. (It can do many other things too!) It's a pretty sleek device, but I only use it to talk. The other features are too expensive to handle and not really necessary when you're the captain of a starship." If Jim didn't know any better he'd say that he swore he had just seen Mr. Spock's brain explode.

"A, very, highly advanced device." He said at length. "It is almost nothing like my communicator. Even the frequencies and channels appear clearer, sharper. A truly intellectual design."

"Yeah," Jim agreed as he took his baby away, "maybe I'll give you some to take back to your time and fiddle with as a time travel gift." Mr. Spock didn't object. Jim smiled. It was funny, but now that Jim thought about it, the Orion ship had also looked bulky and block-shaped like the communicator. They looked so gaudy and outdated compared to their timeline equivalents, and yet, they had the exact same purpose. Jim wondered what else Mr. Spock and James had on them that he could compare to his stuff of awesome.

Before he could ask, said communicator began chirping and Lt. Uhura's voice was heard on the other side.

"Yes, Lieutenant, Kirk here."

"I have those reports for our next mission, sir. Where are you?"

"The Observation Deck." Oh, damnit, he wasn't supposed to tell her that. Now she'd come looking for him. It's not like he locked the room with a Captain code, it was something his Bridge crew would know and surely she'd be on her way now. Well, on the brigthside he did need those reports…on the other, Mr. Spock was in here as plain as day.

"I'll be there in a minute." The transmission was silenced and Jim looked up at Mr. Spock.

"Um, hide. If your girlfriend sees you she's gonna flip at the eight year difference." A brow shot up. "Go hide in that corner until she's gone." Compliant to the idea, Mr. Spock walked behind one of the supporting beams and hid in a corner that no one would notice unless they were obviously looking for an alternate reality pointy-eared half-Vulcan. Uhura arrived in a timely fashion and delivered the reports. She seemed a little confused about the lock code, but didn't seem interested anymore when she looked around and saw the Captain was alone. Jim looked them over briefly and thanked her. As she turned to leave, she suddenly stopped and her exotically sexy eyes fell onto his.

Damn, she's sexy.

"Captain, have you seen Spock?" An innocent question, but Jim found himself having a hard time answering. 'oh, he's eye fucking an older me right now'. He repressed the urge to actually say that.

"He is unfortunately a bit tied up right now in his duties. If I see him before I head to my quarters, I will inform him you were looking for him." A good, Captain answer. Uhura actually gave a small smile.

"Thank you." Then she was gone. Jim sighed. Really, that woman was unbelievably attractive. Too bad she was taken. Rawr!

In the heat of his libido, Mr. Spock approached him and had to call his name several times before Jim's mind came back from his pants. When his eyes met that of the older ones, he saw a subtle change and curiosity in them.

"Lt. Uhura is much different from my reality Uhura." He said slowly.

"Oh yeah, she's a hottie." He snickered, but then caught himself and straightened up. No time for that now.

"Although, I must inquire as to why you referred to her as my 'girlfriend'." Well, that answered the question if Mr. Spock was getting it on eight years later with the dark skinned sexy skirt. For a strange second, that made him feel happy. Weird.

"Oh, you see, you are, well, you're not, but my Spock, the younger one, he's dating her. They've been dating for a while now. I'm not really sure how long. I know they've been together since the academy."

"My younger self is in a relationship with her?" It came out direct, almost like a demanded question.

"Uh, yeah, simplified, that is entirely what I was saying. Yes." Mr. Spock turned away and looked to be deep in thought. Jim found that puzzling. Why was the older Spock suddenly looking so upset about the situation? "Is, um, that a problem?" He asked in a quiet voice. Older Spock looked up briefly and then went back to what appeared to be his thoughts.

"It is not a problem. It is…unexpected."

"Unexpected?" Jim echoed. In an instant, the Vulcan moved forward and crowded Jim towards the wall. During the movements, he didn't feel threatened but had simply moved as though he had done it before a thousand times. It felt natural and he didn't think anything of it until he noticed it.

Mr. Spock was now about two feet away from him, hands behind his back and those older, experienced eyes staring directly into him. They looked intense, unsettled, and yet, calm and passionate. Jim felt himself swept away in them. His heart began to pound and his hands to sweat nervously.

"I always knew I would engage in a relationship with a human," Mr. Spock whispered as he inched closer, "though, to see that my younger self had chosen her and not someone of more compatibility is, as I have said, unexpected."

Compat…ibilty?

"Jim." Mr. Spock's voice was low, baritone and dominate. He was closer now, closer than anyone had ever gotten to him and lived to tell about it, but for some reason Jim didn't move. He was trapped by the strange thoughts and emotions now racking in his head. The Vulcan then lifted a hand and touched his cheek, the hand was warm and welcoming. Jim liked it. It was the same feelings he had gotten when the mind meld had completed. It was 'homey'.

The hand then traced his jaw line and settled on his neck. They had been staring into each other's eyes for a while now. Locked. Why couldn't Jim look away?

Then, without warning, Mr. Spock removed himself and before Jim could blink, the man was already three arm lengths away and counting as he went back towards the window. His hands back behind him, his stride normal.

"My younger self," he said after Jim started breathing again, "he…can do much better." Silence. "Much better, as far as humans go." Jim looked at him, looked at his back and stared. What had just happened? What did Mr. Spock mean by that? His head was in a flurry and his heart was still pounding. Why was this happening?

The emotions.

Jim knew it was the emotions and they weren't his own. He could fight this, though he must have looked like he was seriously fucked up in that situation. He was pretty sure James wouldn't have reacted as he had done. It was evident that the implanted emotions were taking hold of him and impairing his judgment.

He needed to get rid of them. But how? How would he ask and who could he ask? No, which would he ask?

For starters, it was apparent that the Spock in front of him now was making all kinds of weird things rivet up inside his body, so that only left one option.

He needed to ask his Spock.

Before long, the two had fallen into a simple conversation about star systems. Mr. Spock looked like nothing had happened between them and Jim was content to comply with that. It was apparent that Mr. Spock hadn't expected him to act like that either and if Mr. Spock was giving him a 'get out of embarrassment free card' Jim was sure going to take that shit and run with it. Those feelings had been weird.

Very weird.

No. Scratch that.

They had been so fucked up that if Vulcan suddenly reappeared that shit would be easier to take than this.

It wasn't long before Jim suggested they head back to the Private Rec Room. He was actually in a hurry to get to his Spock as soon as he could and get these emotions out of him. Though, explaining them to Spock would be a challenge in itself. Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

As they entered the deck corridor, Mr. Spock had bid his farewell to return to his room for the night. He evidently didn't want to tell anyone else goodnight and assured Jim that James would understand. He said goodnight and kept on course for the Private Rec Room. When he reached the door, he was surprised to find that a lock had been put to it.

Okay. He sure as hell didn't put that there.

He heard a bit of muffling inside the room, and just as he had done for the doctors, he pressed his ear up gently and tried to make out what he was hearing. The door was too thick to make out anything comprehensible, but just then, the lock clicked and Jim knew someone was coming out. In panic, he flew around the corner and peered over the edge. He heard foot steps, some mumbling, but then what he saw shocked his eyes open and blast his heart into pieces.

…

He could only see Spock's back, but he saw the younger Vulcan leaning over and placing a warm kiss on the Older Kirk's neck and placing a hand on his nape.

Jim placed a quick hand to his mouth to steady himself.

Shock. Fury. Things he had yet to experience had suddenly entered his veins.

Why…

Why was this hurting him?

He looked back up and saw the two had parted. The action had been quick and steady, unlike his now pulsing heart rate. Spock was just entering his quarters and James entering his. Jim pushed himself up against the wall and then slowly slid down until his bottom reached the floor. It was cold down there. Very cold.

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A/N – 'YouTwitFace' ftw! It's a combination of YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook into one! Lol. Also, omg, Jim saw something mentally scarring. What will he do now? I'm sorry for such a short chapter, but now we get into more heated things hopefully. I'm excited! Also, if you like spirk fanart, please visit my deviantart page. You can access the link in my profile or you can just remove the spaces and use this link: http:/Kerinaty . deviantart .com

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