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: Continuation of chapter 3! :)

Enjoy!

Hello Star, part 2

"Hey Bones!" she sings, almost skipping into sickbay and through the doors of the CMO's office, because she knows it annoys the hell out of him when she's so disgustingly cheerful in the face of his scowl.

"Dammit Jim! Don't you have a ship to run?," the doctor grumbled, only looking up from his PADD to give her a heated glare telling her she's interrupted some frustrating work. She thought she heard him mumble something along the lines of "I'm a doctor, not a babysitter for the golden girl of Starfleet!", but it was hard to tell with the drawl of his Southern accent.

She grins shamelessly, sliding up to him and settling herself between his desk and himself by a firm push against his chest. "You need to get laid, Bones! You're all bitchy and grumpy; it's not good for you! The offer still stands, you know." And she's wriggling her brows and smiling slyly from beneath long lashes.

Doctor Leonard McCoy is the only person who's ever turned her down, and continuously resisted her not so inconsiderate charms even under repeated exposure. No matter what she'd done before she'd realized that he'd stay around as a friend and that suited her so much better, he'd refused to bone her.

It was how the nickname was born, and while it used to be a taunt and a tease, it was now tinted with warm affection, and still made the older man flush at times.

"Oh shut it, that wanton sexual over-drive you've got goin' ain't that attractive," he grumbled, leaning back to create some space between them. "Or have you forgotten I'm your damn physician and privy to all the dirty details of those bloody STDs you keep gettin'? No sense in the youth today, you'd think you'd learn and start using a fuckin' condom, but no."

She throws her head back and laughs, crossing her ankles as she leans back on her hands gripping the edge of the desk. "Hey! Where's the adventure in that? I prefer it au naturell, doctor!"

"Don't I know it," he sighed, glancing back to his PADD. "So, was there somethin' you wanted, because dammit Jim, read the nice little shiny plaque on the door; says CMO, not sex therapist, doesn't it?"

"Really? My eyes must be getting bad," she grinned cheekily, "I could swear…"

"Jim," he groaned, massaging his temple and she relented, if only to keep those hypos she knew were in his desk right where they were.

"Spoilsport. Anyway, nah, I just wanted to drop by, make sure the nurses haven't killed you yet or started a mutiny. I can never seem to decide what would come first."

Bones glared, but his lips twitched in a smile. "If there'd be any mutiny it'd be against your ass, Captain."

"Ha! As if!" she snorted, jumping up and sliding away as quickly as she'd slipped in. "Since everything seems to be in order…later Bones!"

"Make sure to get some sleep! You ain't fooling me, kid!"

The doors were closing. "Yes mum!"

Chekov was adorable; there was no other way to describe it. Those puppy eyes and soft, bouncy locks just begged for attention. Jamie had found herself forcibly resisting ruffling them on several occasions, as well as pinching those cheeks and placing wet, sound kisses on each of them just like an annoying aunt might do. She feared, however, that it might be taken the wrong way. The kid had a serious hero-complex.

And apparently, dating older women was how they rolled in Russia. Or so she'd been told, with much stuttering and blushes and hypothetical references to 'friendz'.

"…..and iz really quite zimple, Keptin, zee? You just take thiz variable, zee?"

She did see, but it'd taken her close to twenty minutes. Although frustrated at the problem her young ensign had presented her with, she was amused by his blatant eagerness in sharing his beloved equations and explaining them to someone attentive enough to pay attention and learn without the condescending attitude the youth often met.

They had that in common, she mused. She, youngest Captain in Starfleet and female to boot; and Chekov, youngest on the Enterprise and probably the youngest to have his position and genius onboard any other ship in the 'Fleet.

She wanted to ruffle his hair again, the way he was looking at her now as she contemplated the mathematical problem with an interested tilt of her head. He'd caught her on her way back to her quarters, and having nothing but reports awaiting her, she'd fallen in step with him to one of the rec rooms.

"Yeah, I see it now. Thanks, I just needed that last bit of the puzzle. This is really great, Pavel," she noted, smiling. He blushed, deep red and he was almost vibrating in his seat now and good god but he was adorable.

"Yez! Yez, it quite eazy when it iz zolved, and you zee how it workz out."

"Yeah, that's the beauty of it. When you're done and you can see it."

He nodded eagerly, eyes intent on her face as she smiled again and handed him back the PADD.

"Anyway, I think I've stalled long enough; gotta get back to those reports," she sighed, grimacing a bit. "Thanks, Pavel. See you next shift."

He stood with her, grasping his PADD to his chest and looking so nervous and disappointed and pleased it almost made her sigh. Great. As adorable as he was crushing on her, she was still his Captain. And, yeah, like seven years his senior. Even if she hadn't been his superior and in the process of quelling her libido, she wouldn't go for him. Too much innocence and she wasn't good with that; too fragile in her hands and she preferred it unbroken when it was so sincere. Better have life and age mature it than have someone wretch it apart (she knew this from experience).

"Good bye Kepten! I mean, good night! Yeah, zhat too. Good night Kepten!"

Suppressing a giggle, she wrinkled her nose in delight before giving him a wave and turning to leave the room. Her steps faltered as she spotted Spock and Uhura occupying a corner, a small table between them. Huh, she hadn't noticed them enter; they must've arrived after her and Chekov. Her focus had pretty much been on that insanely complicated maths problem since she'd set her eyes on it so she supposed it wasn't that strange. Still…

Spock had apparently been observing her because as soon as she'd noticed them their eyes had met and Jamie gave a crooked smile and a wink, only to watch that green flush his cheeks.

She left before Uhura caught on, preferring her scull intact and attached to her body, please, thanks.

The rest of the evening passed relatively quickly, and it was late into the night and early into the morning when she finally filed the last report and finished her latest cup of a countless string of coffee.

Damn, she really needed to learn when to lie off, she mused. She was still so unused to have such a set schedule and responsibility to follow; something that demanded enough sleep to keep her alert and enough food to keep her balanced. At the Academy, she'd sleep through lectures or missed them entirely because, well, she always aced the tests anyway. Now though, 400 something people depended on her efficiency and it was daunting as well as it was thrilling in its challenge.

With the hours she'd lost working through PADDs, and the amount of caffeine now in the system to keep her going, would probably not allow her more than three and a half hour of sleep. Not the optimal; she required four to five to feel like herself the day after.

Baby steps, she told herself. You learn from your mistakes.

Sighing, she tried not to think what mistakes might cost her from now on; so far, the Enterprise's missions had been simple in nature and they haven't strayed far from Earth and had mostly acted in diplomacy as well as a symbol of strength to the enemies of the Federation that were eagerly trying to see if Nero had weakened them enough for a successful assault.

However, last time they'd spoken, Pike had alluded to a possibility or something a bit more productive coming up. Admittedly, she could hardly wait. As nice as it was to breathe after what had occurred no less than three months ago, Jamie Kirk was not accustomed to be still for any long periods of time. It just didn't work; she'd be fidgety and bouncing with energy and moody as a teenager. She suspected Pike knew this very well, and she hoped it was so that he didn't want to unleash that particular monster upon the crew of the Enterprise just yet.

Well, whatever happened, sleep would need to come first. Falling heavily onto her bed, grunting a bit as she bounced on the hard mattress, Jamie closed her eyes and breathed out. She didn't bother to change out of uniform; too weary now that everything had caught up with her. It didn't take her too long to succumb, despite the caffeine. Thank god for small mercies.

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