Cognizant

"Well, that's certainly something."

Spock jerked very forcefully awake. Doctor McCoy was standing at the foot of his bed, arms crossed and head wagging back and forth. "I was pretty damned sure Vulcans don't sleep."

"That is incorrect, doctor," Spock replied, quick to rearrange himself into his usual cool demeanor. "Vulcans require sleep, but unlike humans, we are not required to sleep every day to regain energy."

"Well, I'm pretty sure I've never seen a Vulcan thrash around in his sleep like you were." The doctor's eyes betrayed a knowing gleam that made Spock turn away, dangerously close to embarrassment.

Hangdog

The morning after his adventures on the internet, Jim had extreme difficulty looking at Spock for longer than a millisecond. The alcohol hadn't damaged his short-term memory, so he remembered everything in excruciating detail. It was absolutely horrible. He couldn't so much as look at Spock's ass without remembering some pornographic image he'd conjured, and consequently feeling guilty as hell.

Not that the Vulcan noticed the change. He seemed to have come to his own silent conclusion, the details of which Jim only guessed were "Leave me alone, and I'll do the same for you." Even so, Jim was grateful.

Circumvent

"You know, I woke up Spock this morning."

Some of Jim's coffee went down the wrong tube. "You…you what?" he choked.

"Yeah. Tossed and turned right up to when I spoke to him, and then he jerked up like from a nightmare. Poor man," Bones added, smirking over his coffee mug. "I doubt he's sleeping well. Wonder why?"

Eyes watering, Jim looked at his friend. The doctor's normal scowl was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by an odd look that Jim didn't want to fathom too deeply. Instead Jim coughed, eyes darting back to his report. "Yeah. Wonder why."

Valediction

"You won't tell me what's wrong."

"There is nothing to be said, Nyota."

Spock looked towards her, expecting a visible reaction, but instead the lieutenant was oddly silent. Perhaps he had insulted her somehow. "Have I said something incorrect?"

Nyota shook her head, rising from her seat. "Not incorrect," she replied. "Just… fitting."

"Fitting?" One dark eyebrow arched quizzically.

"I should've realized there would always be some kind of distance between us. It didn't hit me until now how big that gap would be." Their eyes met, and Spock suddenly understood everything she meant to say to him. "Goodbye, Spock."

Dire

Jim scowled at the view screen. "You're sure, Lieutenant?"

"Yes sir," answered the quivering voice of Lieutenant Raymond. "It purposely caused the avalanche." There was an audible shudder. "That thing wanted us trapped. I can only imagine why, from the screams…"

"Alright, Lieutenant," Jim said quickly. "Hold your positions, and Scotty will beam you up." He closed the comm link and looked up into the expectant faces of his bridge crew, seeking Bones's out in particular. "I'm going down there."

There was a pause. "If that is the case," Spock said, and Jim whirled in shock, "I shall accompany you."

Author's Notes: And we finally begin to move past the angst of not-totally-unrequited-love and into a plot that I never meant to make in the first place! :D Not that I mind having a plot, mind you. It's just that Spock and Kirk took the plot car for a joyride and this is where we wound up.

I kinda need a break from the angst, honestly, so here's what I'm gonna do. Next week, I'm going to take up to five requests and post them in lieu of my usual drabbles. Send me a PM with a Spirky situation of any kind-fluffy, smutty, whatever; I'll pick the ideas I like best, and write them out. Only one finished drabble per user, though, so as to be fair. Seriously, enter! I loved writing requests the last time, and I can't think of a better way to thank my readers.

As always, thanks to my beta xladyjagsvolleyball16x for beta'ing, and to all my readers for keeping up. Send me ideas and see them posted next week! It'll be fun! It's science!