Pairing: Kirk/Spock

Ratings: from K to M, it depends on the drabble/story

Genres: AU/AR, romance, sci-fi, drama, humour, family, friendship, hurt/comfort, angst

Notes: This is a collection of drabbles/short stories with the main focus on K/S. I will be experimenting with genderbending, using always a girl!Kirk and possibly always a girl!Spock, or a actual genderbending; male-gone-female. It's different from story to story.

A/N: Another AU of several parts, this time with both main characters male :) Please excuse the awkwardness of this piece lol. Plots bunnies are evil.

Enjoy!

Blue Suede Shoes, part 1

It was perfectly logical.

A child was expected of him, but he had no desire to sire one with a female and have her carry the child with her for the required time. It was a child who would have no mother, for he had no life mate, and with the option of bypassing a need of any close relation for any amount of time between his child and the carrier was not only logical but desirable. His child should not be exposed to something only to lose it.

With that, Spock signed the PADDs for a sperm donation, a request for a desirable sample and finally the contract of a test tube in one of the finest labs in San Francisco.

The human female behind the counter smiled pleasantly as he handed her the signed PADDs, putting them away neatly to be filed. "Thank you, Mr. Spock. You will be sent a collection of potential male donators based off of your requirements at the earliest opportunity."

"I will be able to request further information of any candidates, as well as conduct a more personal inquiry, should I desire to?" He raised a brow at the light giggle stifled behind a manicured hand his statement provoked, once again hindered by human nature as it provided no logical explanation.

"Yes, you've stated a wish to contact the donators personally in your application, so any candidates listed will have to have chosen not to donate anonymously," she assured him, her short lapse of professionalism covered up by her previous well-practiced smile. "Do you have any more questions?"

He paused, mentally checking over the information he had gathered about the subject to see if something was lacking, and settled for a satisfied tilt of his head. "No, I believe I am in possession of all the necessary information. I will take my leave."

"Great!" she nodded. "If something comes up, just leave a comm. and it'll be solved. Good day!"

He returned her parting with a silent gesture before moving towards the exit. It occurred to him he hadn't gotten her name, and wondered if he'd offended another human custom by not asking when it hadn't been offered.

oOo

The final list was slightly short. He'd spent the following week eliminating most of the candidates suggested to him, visiting a few to conduct short interviews that left much to be desired. He was in no way illogically fixated on looks, but he did not want a child with wild, untamable hair or an abnormally large nose. Nor was it desirable for the child to have any kind of inherited tendency for dressing in clashing colors.

There were a lot of things that were not desirable, he noted, having come down to one last candidate. He hadn't foreseen such trouble with finding someone suitable, and so, he found himself staring at the human female – whose name he now knew was Carol – through a visual comm. from his quarters. The last one collected hair of different alien species.

"Seems like you're in luck after all, Mr. Spock!" the woman cheered, her eyes fixed on the PADD in her hands. "We've just received a match this week! Should I send it over directly?"

"That would be agreeable."

"Okay, sent and delivered! We'll keep digging around for more, should you need it. Good luck, Mr. Spock!"

"Thank you." His personal PADD beeped after he closed the transmission, and he reached over to browse through the file.

Human, he noted. With…impressive academic records. His brow lifted. Most impressive, especially for a human. The medical records were clean, few visits as a child and only for understandable injuries for a human (a broken bone, allergic reactions). He seemed to have calmed as a young teenager, there were no records at all during a long period, which was admittedly strange for his species. In fact, apart from a few allergies the male seemed healthy. The impressive levels of intelligence were promising as well.

James Tiberius Kirk, he read, taking note of his current residence and contact information, putting together a comm. to request a meeting at the soonest opportunity.

oOo

He silently hoped that the suggestion of meeting in the park for what would be a rather personal conversation was not a sign of another undesirable quirk, but he resolved to overlook it this time in light of the singular records of the man.

Looking around, he took in his surroundings. A couple were having a traditional human meal called picnic further away on the grass, a young child was regrettably playing with an eager, unleashed dog and a few lone humans could be found making their way down the path he was currently travelling. Blue Suede shoes, Mr. Kirk's latest comm. had read. Although he'd done his research, and seen the human's picture (if he were human he'd call the man handsome, or even stunning), he agreed that it would be easier to make him out among others. However, simply deciding a definite meeting place would have sufficed.

He spotted a bench further down, where a young man was slouched with a steaming mug of liquid in his hands. His short hair was wind-blown, and he was dressed in a thick sweater and scarf to fight off the chill of autumn. A shoulder bag lay by his feet, and…there they were, the blue suede shoes.

oOo

"So, do I get a passing grade?" Kirk said, grinning pleasingly (he's expressed a strong dislike of formality, stating they were already on a more personal level than ordinary, given the purpose of their conversation).

Spock titled his head, resisting an illogical urge to roll his eyes. An unfortunate trait inherited from his mother.

"You are a desirable candidate, yes," he agreed, wondering how a smile could be warm. "However, I would prefer to meet again before making my decision."

Kirk nodded. "Yeah, it's a pretty big thing. So what about the weekend? You up to something?"

"I am not," he confessed, curious at the easy interaction with this human. He had never experienced it to such a degree with a stranger before. Clearly, there were more to humans than he'd come to expect.

"Great! Wanna get together for chess? You seemed interested."

"That would be agreeable."

Kirk smiled. "I've a feeling we're gonna get along great."

oOo

James T. Kirk donated sperm because he liked the idea of someone sharing his genes ("-Dad died in action shortly after I was born, he was on a mission in space at the time. Mum and my brother died when I was 13, and I've been mostly raised in foster families after that.-"), and because he was convinced he would never find someone to raise a child with. He hadn't calmed as a teenager, simply stopped going to the hospital, because he'd constructed his own medical equipment and he disliked the atmosphere of a medical building ("—besides, my best friend's a doctor. He's at the Academy with me. A real barrel of sunshine and rainbows and puppies.—"). He was currently in Starfleet, Command track, and aspired to become a Captain.

Although very human, he was stimulating, and honest. ("—I've done things, and made choices in my life, that haven't been the best. Bones says I have a mutated instinct to survive, and I never give up, and circumstances made that take root in ways that it normally wouldn't. I'm not perfect, no one is, and you shouldn't look for it. Genes might be important, I understand what you're doing, but you'll raise the kid right regardless. It'll be fine, whatever you choose. I've a knack of knowing the character of people, and you seem pretty awesome, Spock.-")

He was also the first to beat him in chess since his relocation to earth.

("-Check mate, Mr. Spock!-")

A/N: Please review! :P