This week's set of drabbles is dedicated to BlackDeath6, the winner of my Teen Titans challenge from last week. Your drabble is best for last, doll, so enjoy!

Cumulus

Jim knew well and good he was caught, but thankfully it didn't show when Spock pulled him into a deserted corridor near the mess. Their eyes met, and the look from the Vulcan was enough to make him feel like running away like a middle school girl from her crush.

"Explain."

The words tumbled from Jim's mouth at warp five, altogether making little to no sense strung together. Something about how Spock was an amazing and talented man, how he wouldn't dare jeopardize their friendship to flirt, how Jim "appreciated" both genders regardless—

Spock cut him off. "That will do."

Pother

Spock gritted his teeth, glaring beyond the video screen. "How is it possible that I reciprocate his feelings?" he asked. "Uhura and I—"

The elder Spock cut him off before he could finish. "Do you truly connect to her?"

Young Spock wrinkled his nose. "Connect?"

Elder Spock inclined his head. "Do you feel as though you understand her, can anticipate her thoughts the way—excusing my presumptuousness—you can with Jim?"

"And that determines how I feel towards him?" asked young Spock bitterly.

"Of course not," answered the elder. "That is determined by the human courtship ritual of dating."

Ingeminate

Thunk.

Bones looked over and sighed. "Jim, that's not going to help."

Thunk.

"You're killing what few brain cells you have left," he added.

"What else do I do, Bones?" Thunk.

"Listen to my advice. Again."

"Like it'll help," Jim muttered.

Bones ignored him and started his now-all-too-familiar rant. "So he knows you like him. So he doesn't like you back. Maybe he hates you for it. So what? Just do what you do at bars: find another."

"It's not like that," Jim groaned, launching himself from the wall to pace. "He's not some one-night stand. He's more than that."

Ambulatory

Spock was not one to pace, but now he felt there was no better way to expend his energy. His train of thought was as circular as the path he had traced around his quarters, all doubling back to the center: I do not like James Kirk. I do not like James Kirk.

His pacing ground to a sudden halt. That statement was not wholly factual, he decided. He did like Kirk, but he did not, could not fantasize doing more with him.

An unbidden image appeared in his mind and he groaned. Now that statement was not factual either.

Libation

As soon as Spock stepped from the turbolift, Jim launched himself off his chair. In the loudest and cheeriest voice he could manage, he called to the bridge on his way out, "Time for my break. Spock has the conn!" He didn't bother to look at his first officer for confirmation as he left. He couldn't, really.

Once the turbolift doors closed he sighed. At least Spock hadn't told anyone else about Jim's…feelings. Still, the glares and distance were like knives to the heart. Luckily, Scotty had perfected the cure.

Jim's face contorted in a grimace. He needed that drink.

Bonus: Supplant

Jim didn't cry when the sword cut him, nor when he hit the ground bloody and reeling. Nonetheless, Spock was at Jim's side, tenderly reaching to touch his injured forearm, before the latter could seethe in pain. Jim shook his head like a man possessed. Sensing Spock's mental probe, he thought vehemently in that direction: We have to win this challenge.

Spock nodded curtly, dark eyes full of fury. Silently he stood, took up Jim's discarded weapon and, lifting it as though it weighed nothing, pointed it at their foe. "I fight in his stead," he said evenly, and charged.

Author's Notes: Graduation was two days ago, so I managed to drill most of these out the night before posting. "Libation," being the last written, was toughest to write, though I got my inspiration from drinking a fair smidge of Mike's Hard Lemonade. Not likely to do that again, as it gives me acid reflux and allows all my friends to make fun of me. Hopefully no worse effects on me, though the same cannot be said of Jim at this stage in the relationship.

Before I go to the credits, I have to talk about my hiatus. AGAIN. My initial guesstimate of how long it would take me to come up with material has been, so far, entirely wrong. I'll only provide one example-slash-spoiler: I've been working on the same PWP one shot for over a week and I can't leap over the road block of describing Jim stripping in front of Spock at an ungodly slow pace. It's that bad. I feel horrible for saying this, but I'm taking the summer to myself. Maybe writing at a more leisurely pace will help, and hopefully I'll have time to stock up on legitimate story before school starts in August. I can understand you wanted to kill me for this, but I do have a horrible crack fic, to be posted whenever I'm done with a chapter, to keep you satisfied. Or you'll spit out the crack fic and gobble down the drabbles to disguise the taste. Either way, I'm going to post something other than drabbles. YAY.

Thanks to my lovely beta xladyjagsvolleyball16x, who seriously gave me the best graduation gift EVER. (I know you can't see it, but it's a TOS style uniform, in sciences blue, with long sleeves and a skirt. I have to twiddle with the rank stripes, but otherwise I couldn't be happier.) And, as always, thank you sincerely to my readers, whether you fave, review, or neither. I love you all.