Unfinished Business
Chapter 34 : Hiding Nothing
September 2273
Jim Kirk wanted answers and he hadn't gotten any yet. McCoy just grinned and shook his head and wouldn't tell him anything. Uhura just smiled at her console, as though the whole world was wonderful. And Spock! Spock was his old self again, and yet he wasn't. Jim didn't remember Spock ever being quite so open, or touching so much. Of course, the main one he was touching was Uhura. Jim did notice that. There was actually quite a bit of touching going on. There was the touching under the table. Oh, not so very obvious there - it had taken him a long time to catch onto that! And then there was the touching to assist Uhura up out of her chair or back down into it, or through a door, or wherever. That hand always seemed to be ready to give her an assist. And her hand seemed always to be tucked through his elbow, as though it belonged there. How had things gotten to this point and he not been aware of it? He wanted answers and he wanted them now.
When Spock appeared in the rec room, ready for their weekly chess game, Jim was ready. He had a whole list of questions prepared. What he got in reply was mostly raised eyebrows and small shakes of the head. And lots of laughter from Bones.
"I do not believe that the answers to those questions are any of your concern, JIm. What happens between the Lieutenant Commander and myself is private."
That was simply not an acceptable answer at all! If they were going to parade around in public touching each other, and holding silent conversations that no one else could participate in, then he damn well could answer a few questions!
When he didn't get anywhere with Spock, he decided to try Uhura. But she just looked at him blankly, and then smiled, and asked him what Spock had said. And that was the end of that. He fumed. It wasn't fair! He was the captain and they ought to respect that. Obviously they didn't.
He tried McCoy again, who pled doctor-patient privilege. He couldn't figure that one out at all. But McCoy wasn't giving any more information. He stewed over that for some time, but it just didn't seem likely that he was going to get him to open up. He really took that doctor stuff seriously.
He watched them. They seemed so at ease with each other. As though they could sense somehow exactly what the other was going to do. Well, maybe they could. If they could do that silent talking stuff, there must be one of those bond things between them. What exactly did that mean? Maybe Bones would answer that. But once again, he was told to go ask Spock. Fat chance that would do any good.
She was damn happy, all the time now. Any idiot could see that. He remembered what she had been like when she arrived to be his assistant. This was a thousand times better. He never wanted to see her like that again. Maybe it was better that he just accept and stop asking questions. Whatever they were doing, it was good for them, and he heartily approved. Maybe he should just tell Spock that. Or maybe not.
Spock was himself again, and Jim really, truly wanted him to stay that way. Maybe he should just butt out. Or maybe not. It was really hard not to know all the details. Maybe he would just keep asking, after all. Spock might decide to tell him, eventually.