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 :P

Enjoy!

Hello Star, part 3

"Captain, it would appear from your appearance that you are not of optimal health," the smooth voice of Spock greeted her where she stood in her doorway having just opened after bolting up to answer to buzz. Seriously, she'd been scared awake for this? Even his eyebrow was in place, for fuck's sake.

"Is that Vulcan for 'shit, you look like hell frozen over, Captain'?" she grumbled in reply, pushing her hand through her hair in an attempt to soothe it. She was sure it stuck out in all direction, but she refused to blush. Uhura probably had wicked bed-hair too; that straight ponytail was just too perfect not to.

"As Vulcans do not believe in the concept of hell, that would be most illogical, Captain," came the predictable response, slightly stiff as she remained unwilling to elaborate on her state of distress.

"Yeah, yeah. What's up Spock? Am I late for my shift?" she dismissed, stifling a yawn behind her hand.

"No, Captain, there is approximately 1.3 hours left until you will be expected on the bridge. I merely wished to discuss something in private settings before such a time, as you had made yourself unavailable last night."

She blinked, a bit too tired for Spock-speech but getting the gist of it. Once she caught up, she didn't bother to suppress her growl and heated glare that had Spock stiffening further in alarm and confusion. "Great, just great. Instead of three hours, I get two. Great. Fucking awesome. Whatever, come on, get inside then, and spill."

Hesitantly, Spock followed her lead and the door swished closed behind them. Settling herself behind her desk she motioned for Spock to join and she was pleased to note he did almost immediately instead of going on about a preference for standing as he'd done in the beginning. She was short enough already and she just really hated looking up at people all the time. Spock didn't make her feel quite so small when he too was seated, though admittedly, that could have something to do with the adjustment she'd made to the chairs.

"So yeah, what's up?" She didn't feel up to making this drag on longer than necessary; she might be able to catch a nap before shift yet.

Spock eyed her, taking in her wrinkled uniform and dark circles beneath her eyes, as well as the pale pallor of her skin. She had not looked this weary yesterday, and he felt a twinge of anxiousness at the rapid change. Shifting, he resolved to set things right again.

"Initially, I was going to inquire of something that has caught my attention as of late, but it seems a more pressing matter has made itself known."

Puzzled, Jamie titled her head. "Yeah? What's that?"

"Your health, Captain," he stated calmly, with more patience than he felt. Had they not had a similar conversation just hours ago? "It would appear your sleeping habits are poorly lacking. Have you consulted Doctor McCoy?"

Sighing, she rubbed her eyes tiredly and slumped further in her chair. "It's nothing Spock, I just forgot about the time as I was filing those damn reports. I inhaled a bit too much coffee. But other than that, I'm fine. Really."

"Your lack of concern is, as always, admirable," he noted, unable to quell the urge to comment such and even to mask the sarcasm in his tone. Jamie's wide, blue eyes snapped up at him in surprise and stared for a moment before warming and glinting in that agreeable way that told him his Captain was amused.

"What can I say? I'm just that awesome!" she grinned, pausing to yawn again. "Anyway, yeah, seriously; I'm fine. I promise to get a good night's sleep tonight, okay? Okay, good. So, what else was it you wanted to talk about?"

Here, he hesitated. Nyota's response to his observations had been to inform him of the need of this confrontation, but he was illogically unwilling to breech the topic. Filing it away for later meditating, he braced himself.

"I came here to discuss Ensign Chekov."

She blinked, face blank in her shock before her eyes widened and she started to laugh. "Oh my god! I can't believe I'm going to have this conversation with my Vulcan First Officer! I was so sure Bones would get to me first!"

Confused, Spock raised a brow. "You were aware of the situation?"

"Yeah," she grinned, "I'd have to be pretty blind to miss it. However, no need to worry Spock. It's quite normal for humans to develop affections for those they admire. It's nothing."

"I beg to differ, Captain," Spock said, resisting the urge to frown and not quite sure he managed in the face of his Captain's amusement. "It is quite inappropriate, and as you have in the past exhibited a tendency to act on others' interest I find it necessary to remind you it is against regulations, and that you cease encouraging such behavior."

From the tense silence that settled, Spock sensed that somewhere, it had gone wrong. Her eyes weren't glinting anymore and they seemed to be of a blue closer to ice than a summer sky.

Illogical.

"I understand, Mr. Spock. Your concern has been noted," she said, voice oddly stiff compared to her usual (irrelevant, he noted) warmth. "If you'll excuse me, I need some time to shower and eat before the shift. I trust you can see yourself out."

And then she was gone, the door to their joined bathroom locking with a soft beep.

He looked down at his hands, now clasped in his lap.

Unwilling to acknowledge the heavy feeling of regret and helpless floundering, he stood and left before the thought of staying and knocking on the bathroom door took root.

Jamie knew she was being stupid and stubborn and an overall ass. She knew he probably –probably, hopefully – hadn't meant itthat way but she was tired of being pushed away and she was tired of the words and the looks. Strangers she could deal with, fuck them, but…Spock? She didn't really know what to do, how to feel. Their friendship had seemed to smooth and sure, new but growing and deepening steadily, and she had been…assuming he'd know. That he'd be like Bones and see past it and she knew it was unfair. He was Vulcan, with little understanding of humans and much less of someone as screwed up as Jamie herself.

But the day following that morning she'd been stiff and perhaps cold and even though she knew it wasn't fair of her, she realized that perhaps, it was better this way.

Uhura seemed silently pleased by the rift between them, and it unsettled the blonde. She'd flirted shamelessly with Uhura and eventually Spock but she'd dropped all that, it was just teasing now, but perhaps that was stepping over the line still. She didn't want to lose Spock's friendship out of a careless remark, but she could probably do without the flirtatious teasing. They all could. For Spock, they were unwanted, for Uhura probably annoying and unpleasant. Jamie, well, she just flirted with everything and yeah, Spock was hot, so she hadn't really thought about it. Until now.

God, was this a fucking loveboat or what? Puppy crushes and triangle dramas. No, she was definitely through with it. There were other open for her attention, probably fighting for it too. And she had shoreleave for the rest.

She didn't get up to stand by his station when she asked of his readings, and it earned her a quick glance but otherwise his usual smooth voice replied steadily. Yeah, she could do this.

A/N: Please review! :D