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 general warning for the whole story is that English is not my first language, so there will be typos and grammar errors. I apologize. Also, I don't own Star Trek, nor do I make any profit off of this. It's all for fun and creativity.

A/N: I don't know why, but I seem incapable of doing simple one-shots any more. This story was supposed to be one, but I have a feeling people might want more. For now though, let's say it's a one-shot. lol. Also, excuse the title, my mind just drew a blank, so it's not very creative haha :,D

Enjoy!

I Told You So

Several months along – with mostly diplomatic and flexing Starfleet muscles kind of missions – the, for every ship in the 'Fleet now, inevitable detour to the Vulcan colony occurred. Jim was mostly curious about the progress of the Vulcans and the previous ships sent their way, having been too distracted by his new Captaincy to dedicate much attention to things that didn't relate to the mission at hand, or concerned his ship in general. Only in the now less stilted conversations with Spock over a game of chess in the rec rooms, or over a shared meal in the mess, did he receive updates.

It hadn't been that he hadn't cared, he just forgot to look into it himself – something he thought better not to share with Spock. The shaky ground of their acquaintance was finally steadying, and Jim really didn't want to mess it up. If not for the sake of their easy syncing in command, then for the warmth he could detect in those slightly human eyes at times, and the challenge his frustratingly logical mind offered his own chaotic (but no less awesome, of course) mind.

Once they arrived, however, Jim was able to observe the progress himself, and compare what Spock had relied. Construction was still underway, although an impressive amount of buildings had already been erected. The streets were busier than he would've imagined; filled with Starfleet staff posted on the colony and their Vulcan colleagues as they walked with purpose. One of the first buildings completed, the new Vulcan Science Academy, proved to be the meeting point of all the projects running, as it was the busiest place yet, from what Jim could discern. Unsurprisingly so, he mused, with so many things needing to be rebuilt from scratch and so few with the fully qualified knowledge left. They had obtained a working balance between putting their resources to use, while creating new ones, through learning by doing. Pretty much what Starfleet was doing in the wake of losing most of their senior graduates, and one of the reasons Jim had done the leap from Cadet to Captain.

Learning by doing, indeed.

He shook his head, and stood up straight from where he'd been reclining against the wall, looking out over the groups of Starfleet and Vulcans moving about. He was on a break, having just left a meeting with the High Council that had, unsurprisingly, given him a killer headache. Jim suspected it was mostly his own fault though, because even if Vulcans were less tolerant and logical as they seemed to think, they weren't all that bad after the week the Enterprise had been stationed here. He was just really bad at remembering to eat and drink enough in this heat and the high tempo and all-consuming focus it demanded of him. Fumbling and learning on the way as he was, the Council didn't give off the understanding vibes, and Jim – for many reasons – didn't want to fail this people. He'd been a witness to their loss, he had a friend (well, two, but they were in some ways the same person) among them, and he'd had up close and personal experience with genocide. This time, he was able to do something other than just survive; now he had a chance to save, to heal.

With all this on his mind, some things were put aside. He couldn't help it that his body was used to hunger and thirst from all those years ago, and could keep him running as his brain unconsciously disconnected any signals of discomfort that could alert and remind him of the need for food and water. Anything to keep going, anything to stay standing.

Only, he didn't have the threat of death hanging over him now. Sighing, Jim started walking across the square, spotting an improvised food place nearby. With their corps still growing, the colony was heavily dependent on replicators, and little resources could be spent on investing in things such as public restaurants. Substance could be found in private homes, and places such as the cafeteria of the VSA. A few were required though, for the sake of those conducting work outside of settings like those, and Jim sent a mental thank you to whoever had decided the idea held enough merit.

On his way, he attracted a few more stares than he'd managed standing in the shadows of the building whose wall he'd made use of, his golden command tunic standing out among the subdued colors of Vulcan robes and the science blue and the common redshirts of Starfleet surrounding him. He nodded in acknowledgement at the random salutes of his crewmembers and the respectful small head-bows of Vulcans who recognized his position.

He made it all the way to the restaurant, getting his food and drink, and looking up a place to sit in the shadows (a convenient improvised bench a bit further away served well), before someone caught him in conversation.

T'Sal, an intriguing Vulcan female he'd interacted with before on the various projects he'd sought out to help with, sat down beside him. Her son, a constant companion Jim had come to get used to by now (and, he admitted, a bit charmed), remained standing.

"Are your duties done for the day, Captain? It is getting late," T'Sal commented after their greeting, Jim swallowing the strange spring roll like wrapping of unknown vegetables to reply.

"Nah, just taking a break. I never stop being Captain," he said, winking and getting a raised brow in response. He had a theory about that; it was suspiciously common among Vulcans. He wondered what Spock would think of it, and promptly had to take a sip of water to hide his grin. Shrugging, he continued. "Had a meeting with the Council, nothing new. How about you? Anything interesting you've got to share, Serron?"

He directed his last question to the solemn teenager, who perked up as much as a Vulcan could at being invited into the conversation. T'Sal turned her attention to her son as well, shifting closer to where Jim sat. He had a theory about that too, one which Bones rolled his eyes at ("I don't believe it, charming the pants off a Vulcan? Don't come crying to be when this goes to hell!") and Spock frowned upon ("Captain, a relationship is not to be taken lightly with a Vulcan. I must ask that you cease with this venture."). Problem was, he wasn't really doing anything. He talked, about work. He was civil. He didn't know what to change, and he couldn't really start avoiding her now could he? (Spock said he could, but Jim thought it was rude, which Spock said was illogical, but Jim digresses…)

"Yes, Captain," Serron replied, nodding slightly. "I had the opportunity to converse with Commander Spock again, as he visited Mother's department today. He expressed a desire to see you, but as I was not aware of where you were at that time, I was unable to give a satisfactory reply." Somewhat endearingly, the boy seemed almost a bit stricken by this fact, which caused Jim to suppress a smile. Serron titled his head. "Has the Commander been successful in locating you?"

Jim shook his head. "We had different duties to see to today, so we've been separated. Seems like we've missed crossing paths."

T'Sal titled her head. "Indeed, that is fortunate."

Confused, Jim blinked. "M'am?"

"The Commander's visit was not purely professional. He expressed a concern of my relationship with you. I am pleased he has not spoken to you before I had an opportunity to do so."

Wow, Vulcans. They always managed to pull the rug from under his feet at completely random intervals. Clearing his throat, Jim fidgeted under T'Sal's dark, unsettlingly intense gaze. "Ah…" He really didn't know what to say.

"I find it completely illogical," Serron jumped in, breaking the awkward silence with a distracted frown, signaling he was perhaps remembering the, no doubt, fascinating discussion that had taken place between his mother and Jim's First Officer. "I find you a very adequate and desirable partner for my Mother. Indeed, I would be most honored to have you as Father."

Jim, who had been in the process of occupying himself with downing a healthy portion of water, promptly jerked forward and spit it all out in horrified surprise.

Holy shit.

"Commander," T'Sal said, seemingly unmoved even as her son was busy staring at Jim with a look of curious fascination. Her eyes were fixated beyond Serron where Jim could now clearly see Spock striding towards them with a purpose. Where had he come from? Oh shit, he'd been close enough to hear, hadn't he? Jim felt panic claw its way from his stomach to his throat, lips twitching in a forced, stilted smile.

"Hello Spock!" Serron startled at Jim's exclamation, flushing green as he looked over his shoulder just as Spock came to a stop behind him.

"Captain," came the reply, even as always. Inclining his head, Spock included Jim's companions as well. "T'Sal, Serron, greetings."

"Greetings," they mirrored, Serron's stance slightly shy (and wouldn't that have been an adorable sight, if Jim's mind weren't digesting that the kid had referred to 'Father' and Jim in the same sentence).

"What can I do for you?" he forced himself to sound as cheerful as possible, silently begging Spock to ignore what had just taken place and save him.

"I have business which I need to discuss with you, sir. If you are able, it would be preferable to depart at the earliest opportunity."

Spock!, his mind cried in joy. He could kiss the guy, seriously.

…which was a very bad thing to visualize, because it was a prospect that had become more and more appealing lately, and that was just wrong.

"Oh sure, I'm free now, I just finished dinner," he replied with a shrug, trying to sound as casual as possible (he was pretty sure letting on how truly fucking ecstatic he was for being given an excuse to get the hell out of here was a very, bad, idea). Standing, he faced a somewhat disappointed looking T'Sal and a nervous Sarron watching him.

Smiling, he inclined his head. "I apologize, duty calls m'am! See you around, Serron!"

The by now familiar friendly clasp on the teenager's shoulder seemed to settle him, and his mother seemed to relax. Jim left before he could read too much into that, waving in reply to their good byes as he kept up with Spock's brisk walk. He was just about to thank the man for the save, when those brown eyes of his pierced him in a slightly smug glare.

"I do believe, Captain, the expression goes 'I told you so'."

Jim didn't think he deserved his gratitude after that.

"Bastard."

A/N: Please review! :D