Spock was sitting on a chair that was a too big for him, and he was playing with a very tall chess set. It towered over him like his hopes and dreams. He would use the table to help himself balance so he could move a chess piece, and whenever he did this the set would move and shift about, threatening to fall down. So he made his moves quickly and took his hands away from the table as often as he could.

Spock was playing chess with a man who was much older than him, seemingly at the moment much wiser, yet for a starship captain, Spock was well aware that he was very young, and from the way the other crew members around him reacted, it would seem he was not all that wise. From the other side of the table Kirk grinned.
"Do you want a cushion to sit on?" Kirk (no he said call him Jim) said.
"That is not necessary" Spock informed him.
"No? But it'll make this game much more enjoyable."
"I don't find this game enjoyable, I am vulcan."
"Ouch" Kirk said grabbing at where his heart would be, had he no flesh and bones "okay then, Vulcan. It will make the game more enjoyable for illogical me."
"I fail to see how a cushion will make a difference to you" Spock said, as Jim stood up and walked over to a softer collection of seats. He picked up one of the cushions as he turned back to him.
"Because Spock, I will be able to see your face, and I won't have to deal with you looking at the chess board like it's a skyscraper ready to crush you. Sit on the cushion" Kirk said and pushed it into his hands.

Spock grumbled as he got up, and placed the cushion on the chair. Kirk rolled his eyes as he took back his seat.
"I fail to see how grumbling is logical for a vulcan. What's the point in making word like sounds, if no one in the room can hear you?"
"I wasn't making any sounds" Spock said, as he sat down, now with a clearer view of the Captain.
"Oh alright then. Still Spock, you can't say you don't enjoy chess with me. If you don't why would you play with me?"
"This is what I plan to find out, as I have not yet played chess with you" Spock said moving a piece. Kirk grinned.
"Well okay then" Kirk said, and let out his killer move, Kirk was replaying a similar game with Spock, that he had already with an older version. Spock stared at the moved pieces.
"I've got you stumped, haven't I?" Kirk asked with a grin. Spock was staring intently at the board. He looked up to Kirk, and then back at the board.
"It's okay to admit defeat" Kirk said.
"Hardly" Spock said and placed another moved "checkmate."
Kirk was startled and he quickly looked back down at the board. It was true he was in checkmate.
"I well. Best out of three?"
"I fail to see how that will accomplish anything." Spock said.
"To make sure you didn't win on luck" Jim said "all experiments must be done three times for fair results."
Spock titled his head to the side "that sounds fair."

They played another four games. The first two in which Spock won again, and then, the last two which he lost. At the end of the fifth game Spock sat pondering at the chess board.
"I do understand perhaps, what another me could see, in playing chess with you. Most of your moves of predictable, even coming from books, but you change your strategic tactic at the end, beginning or middle."
"Yes" Jim silently cheered for himself "so I'm a good opponent?"
"Perhaps a worthy one, Jim" Spock said as he stood up "it's late. Goodnight."
"Oh, jeez, yeah. Goodnight Spock" Kirk said realising he had only four hours to sleep before alpha shift.

Other ways this chapter could have went:
"I fail to see how grumbling is logical for a vulcan. What's the point in making word like sounds if no one in the room can hear you?"
"Maybe I was farting"

ALSO someone said it looks like a DIFFERENT PERSON IS WRITING THIS-

Firstly I didn't start off strong, I was sort of chill around the middle. Now I'm sort of not doing so well.

BUT I RE-READ IT. I DELETED LIKE THREE CHAPTERS AND PUT IN KNEW ONES IT WAS HARD WORK. I SORT OF KNOW WHERE I'M GOING AGAIN.

WHAT EXACTLY ABOUT MY WRITING STYLE IS IT YOU'Re MISSING?

WAS IT THE WEIRD METAPHORS? I TOOK THEM OUT BECAUSE I THOUGHT THEY WERE TOO WEIRD.

BUT THERES A CHESS METAPHOR IN HERE ANYWAY BECAUSE IM AN ASSHAT.

(srsly tho, is that why some folk like this? I can go full with the metaphors. jst thought you might be like, ah this is a de-age fic im looking for, i'll just glance over the bad metaphors like i do bad sex scenes)

also I was really very sad when i started writing this and now I.. still am but not so much - if y'all want me to go back to my original writing yall gotta wait for me to get those winter blues again. ah ha ha ..ha... .. .. .

Although I stand by my move to edit out the - spock feels like a ham sandwhich - i don't think that one was even a metaphor, I can't remeber I just know it was there, and I don't know what it was supposed to mean. Spock doesn't even eat ham.

Or help me, point out what the differences are is it the size of the sentences and how they roll off your tongue? Is it the size of the chapters? Is it how the previous chapters looked like, they were meant to mean something, that they were an essential part of Spock you don't see in tv, and you can't say verbally, but by watching him, and hearing his thoughts- maybe, he's just like you? Maybe it all means something?

Although, I think I tried to throw that in this chapter? What'cha think, is this more like old writing or new?

Sorry i'm a mix between serious and that fucking arsehole slapstick for comedy charaCter.

My own publish of this fic online, is another slapstick peace, watch as I accidentalLY punch myself full in the face. COMEDY.