Hello, I feel like I should apologize for not updating as quickly as I would like to, but due to National Novel Writing Month, updates will be once a week for November but hopefully be more frequent starting in December. Wish me luck writing my 50,000 word novel in 30 days! Or just read my fanfic. Thanks! :)
"How'd your meld go last night?" McCoy asked when they were lying in bed the next morning.
"…It was…" Jim began anxiously.
"Fascinating." "Good." Spock and Jim spoke at the same time. McCoy gave them the Vulcan eyebrow. Those two were acting fishier than a fish burger dipped in tuna.
"I see…" he said skeptically. "Do you think we have time for another one involving me?"
While Jim instantly panicked, Spock tried frantically to think of a logical reason why Leonard could not meld with them. "We'll uh be late for work, Bones!" Jim came up with first.
"Our shift doesn't start for an hour, Jim," said McCoy, growing even more suspicious by the second.
"Well yeah but we'll lose track of time in the meld and when we come out we'll probably want to shower and God knows how long that'll take with us; then I have to do my hair, Spock has to do his make-up—" The Vulcan shot Jim a glare. "—and then we'll still have to eat breakfast. We'd never make it in time!"
"Since when have you cared about being on time?" Bones asked.
"Leonard, the truth is I am quite exhausted from my meld with Jim last night. I do not believe I have the mental energy to sufficiently perform a mind meld at this time," Spock told him.
"Oh… that's alright, darlin'. Nothing to be ashamed of," Bones assured him, giving him a sweet kiss.
"Thank you, Leonard."
"I suppose we should probably get up," said Bones, throwing off the warm covers and making his way over to the bathroom. As much as he wanted to believe Spock's explanation, McCoy still thought there was definitely something strange going on.
Jim let out the breath he had been holding. "Nice job lying, babe. I kinda thought you were going to tell him."
"Jim, I am offended that you have such little faith in my lying abilities. After all, I am half human," Spock teased. The blonde let out a little chuckle and gave his half-Vulcan a kiss. "However, that was not entirely a lie. I am quite exhausted," he admitted.
"Aw, I'm sorry I wore you out."
"It is quite alright, t'hy'la."
"Good because we've got a lot ahead of us today!" Jim told him excitedly.
"Have you formulated a plan for our proposal?"
"Yeah, I think I have. I'll have to tell you later when Bones is in sickbay," said Jim.
"I cannot wait to hear it," smiled Spock.
"Can't wait to hear what?" asked Bones as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Oh, nothing, Bones," Jim grinned innocently.
The doctor looked to Spock for conformation. The Vulcan nodded. Oh yeah, they were definitely up to something. Sneaky bastards.
It was twenty-five minutes until his shift was over and Jim was bouncing and squirming in his seat, glancing at the clock every five seconds and wondering why it never seemed to move.
His first officer came to stand behind the captain's chair and placed a calming and restraining hand on his shoulder. "T'hy'la, you must sit still. Leonard said you could only come to work today if all you did was sit," he said lowly.
"I am sitting!" Jim insisted.
"Yes, but you are restless and you spent the previous hour pacing," Spock reminded him.
"I'm nervous and excited, alright! Sue me!"
Spock put up an eyebrow. "I assure you I do not wish to sue you, my love. I am also excited and experiencing slight apprehension, but we are still on duty. You must remain calm." Spock sent a wave of serenity into Jim though their physical contact and then returned to his station.
Kirk focused on taking deep breaths and eventually looked back at the clock. Twenty minutes until the end of their shift. That was his signal. He stood and nervously rubbed his hands together. "Alright, everybody. I assume by now you all know what's going on, so you'll understand when I say Spock and I have to go take care of some stuff now," Jim announced. The bridge crew smiled. "Scotty, can you take the conn for the last twenty minutes?"
"Aye, of course, Cap'n." The engineer stepped up and took the chair from Jim.
"Thanks, Scotty."
"It's no problem, laddy. Oh, and good luck to ye all," he smiled.
Jim and Spock nodded, waved goodbye to the crew, went back to their quarters and immediately started getting ready. They only had 17.28 minutes to make themselves look even more devilishly handsome than they already did.
"How do I look?" asked Jim who was wearing a light blue collared button-down and nice black jeans. The man's blonde hair was styled with the perfect sexy balance between messy and neat, and his eyes were shining like pools of electric blue liquid crystal.
"I am using all of my self-control in order to refrain from pinning you to the bed right now," smirked Spock by way of an answer.
"Good… Me too…" replied Jim as he hungrily scanned the slender form of his Vulcan lover.
Overcome by a wave of affection, Spock stepped forward, took Jim's face in his hands, and kissed him. "We should go now. We do not wish to be late," he said softly once they parted.
Jim nodded and took his hands off of the Vulcan's hips. When they opened the door to leave their quarters, they found Uhura and Sulu already there. "Why'd you bring Sulu?" Jim asked.
"He has a knack for interior decorating," said Uhura simply. Sulu shrugged and nodded.
"Okay, well knock yourselves out. It's all yours," said the captain gesturing towards the shared quarters of himself, Bones, and Spock.
"Do not forget this," Spock reminded Uhura, handing her a small bottle of glow in the dark paint.
"Oh of course not!" she assured him.
"Thanks so much, guys, we gotta go!" Jim waved at Sulu and Uhura before taking Spock by the arm and pulling him down the corridor.
"Let's see now…" Uhura contemplated the drab, slightly messy looking room before her. "Where to start?"
Finally Leonard's shift was over. He disinfected himself, changed out of his scrubs which were stained with other people's blood, and made his way out of sickbay. Much to his surprise, he found Spock waiting for him at the exit. And Spock was obviously not just there on a whim. The Vulcan was dressed to impress in a purple v-neck and tight dark blue jeans. McCoy had never seen him look sexier and on top of all that, he was holding a single red rose.
"Leonard," Spock said in greeting. The sound of his name on Spock's lips made McCoy's heart skip a beat.
"Spock, what's going on?" he asked. "You and Jim have been acting weird all day and now this? Where'd you even get a rose on a starship?"
"All in good time, t'hy'la," Spock assured him, holding out the rose to Leonard who gladly took it.
The doctor brought the red flower up to his nose and inhaled deeply. It had been forever since he'd smelled a real rose. "It's beautiful."
"Thank you, Leonard. But it is small in comparison to what else awaits you. Please follow me." Spock took Leonard's arm and led them through the corridors of the Enterprise, crew members staring the whole time.
"Where's Jim?" Leonard asked.
"Be patient, my love," said Spock softly.
Leonard sighed and decided to just go with it. Whatever it was, Spock and Jim had obviously put a lot of work into it so he might as well let himself bask in the attention.
Soon Spock led Leonard down to the recreational deck where Jim was waiting for them, wringing his hands in anticipation. When Jim saw them walk in, he immediately perked up and gave them a huge smile.
"Well, hello, handsome," mused Bones, noting Jim's attire.
"Hey, Bones. You're not so bad looking yourself," he smirked.
The doctor looked down at his uniform. "I wear this every day."
"I know. And you look great in it every day."
"Um, thanks…"
"Is there anything you'd like to do while we're here, Bones? Poker, chess, Twister?" Jim asked, eyes gleaming deviously at the last suggestion.
"Honestly, I'm pretty exhausted from work. I was looking forward to just having a nice relaxing dinner and maybe watching a movie with you two," said Leonard, grabbing Jim's hand and squeezing it affectionately.
"We can do that, Bones. We can do whatever you want," said Jim earnestly.
"As for dinner, Jim and I have already made us reservations at the Enterprise's new restaurant," Spock informed him.
"Haven't been in there yet," said Bones.
"Don't worry, you'll love it!" Jim assured him as he led them down the hall towards the Enterprise's latest addition, a fancy restaurant. It was mainly built so important guests and diplomats could eat in a fine dining setting, but the crew used it for special occasions too.
"Damn, this place looks expensive!" noted Bones as they walked in to the dimly lit restaurant, complete with clean ironed table cloths, paintings on the walls, large transparent aluminum windows for stargazing, and candles and vases on the tables.
Jim chuckled. "Don't worry, babe. I'm the captain. I get a discount!"
A waitress led them to their table where Jim allowed Bones and Spock to sit together on one side of the booth while he sat on the other so he could get to look at their beautiful faces.
"Fancy restaurants, guys? What's going on here?" the doctor asked.
"Oh come on, quit asking questions or you'll ruin the surprise!" gleamed Jim.
"What would you like to drink this evening, gentlemen?" asked the waitress.
"Three glasses of champaign, please," Jim said without hesitation.
"Very well, sir."
McCoy quirked his eyebrow. Champaign? He wondered. Was this a marriage proposal? Nah, Jim wouldn't do the cheesy old ring in a champaign glass thing. He'd do something much more unique and spectacular. Wouldn't he?
A few minutes later, the waitress came back and set their glasses on the table. As soon as she left, Bones picked up his glass and started thoroughly examining it before taking a drink. He couldn't find a ring anywhere. Damn water distortion!
Jim chuckled as he watched Leonard puzzle over the champaign.
"Leonard, are you having trouble finding something?" Spock asked innocently, though he knew full well what the doctor was looking for.
"Oh um, no. Nothing," he replied, but still didn't take a drink. He had a fear of choking on engagement rings ever since he'd had to do the Heimlich on some poor girl in a restaurant who'd swallowed hers.
"Relax, babe. It's just champaign!" Jim laughed.
Finally, Bones took a drink. He was pleased yet also slightly disappointed that he didn't find a ring down his throat. He hadn't realized just how welcome a marriage proposal would be.
"Have you gentlemen decided on your orders?" The waitress was back.
"Bones, you wanna split a steak?" Jim asked.
"Sounds good to me."
"We'll have your finest, most expensive, steak," Jim informed the waitress.
"And I will have the garden salad," said Spock.
"Excellent choices," said the waitress as she scribbled down their orders. "Your food will be here shortly."
After an amount of time that could under no circumstances be described as 'shortly', the waitress returned with their hot juicy steak and crisp green salad.
"This is the best thing I've ever eaten," the doctor proclaimed halfway through his first bite.
Kirk smiled at him adoringly and then reached across the table to grab his hands. Leonard put down his utensils and swallowed. Oh God, this is it! He thought, heart pounding, palms sweating.
"Leonard McCoy, I love you so much," Jim said with all the seriousness he could muster up. "Will you… pass me the salt?" His eyes gleamed playfully and his sincere straight face turned into a cocky smirk.
An uncontrollable smile broke out across Leonard's face, coupled with an unconvincing glare. He slapped Jim's hands away hard but without anger. "You cruel bastard!" he exclaimed affectionately.
Jim just laughed as McCoy handed him the salt.
After Jim had paid the bill, which he wouldn't even let his boyfriend's look at, they started walking aimlessly through the ship.
"What do you wanna do now, Bones?" Jim asked.
"I'd kinda like to go home, if that's alright with you."
Jim looked at his watch. Uhura and Sulu should be done by now. "Of course, honey."
As they turned the corner towards their quarters, Spock suddenly stopped. "Leonard, wait," he began, and got down on one knee.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit…! Leonard's mind raced as fast as his heart.
The Vulcan continued calmly. "You are very important to me and I love you immensely, will you… allow me to tie your shoe? I would hate to see you trip." He quirked a devious smile and his deep brown eyes twinkled.
Leonard let out a groan. "Sometimes I hate you guys," he told them, but stood still as Spock's nimble fingers knotted the loose laces on his left boot.
When they reached their quarters, Leonard noticed that Jim was looking a little nervous. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's nothing," Jim assured him as he typed in the entrance code with slightly shaking fingers.
The door slid open and they all let out a little gasp. The first thing they noticed was the smell of candles and incense, not enough to be over powering, but just enough to be relaxing. The lights were dim but not too dim and the shadowy corners of the room were light with candles. When they stepped in to the warmer air of their quarters, Jim could tell that not only had Sulu and Uhura decorated, but they had cleaned. Nothing was out of place, their desks were cleared off, Cerberus had been fed, and there were rose petals all over the floor. The captain chuckled to himself and shook his head. Leave it to Uhura…
"What the hell did you guys do?" Leonard breathed.
"Oh don't thank us. We had help," said Jim.
"Uhura and Sulu did far more than help. They did all of this," Spock clarified.
"Well, they sure did a helluva job."
"Should we lie down?" Spock asked.
Jim grinned and grabbed Bones by arm. "Yes, I believe we should."
Together they laid down, Spock and Jim making sure that Leonard was in the middle and lying on his back.
"Lights zero percent," Spock instructed the computer.
However, instead of the little room becoming as black as space itself, it was illuminated in a green glow. Painted in glow-in-the-dark paint on the ceiling directly above the bed, were the words: 'Will you marry us?'
Spock and Jim heard a quick little gasp from the man in-between them. They had prepared him well for this moment with the champaign glasses and the salt and the shoe tying, but those were nothing compared to the real thing. Oh my God! This is really happening! Don't cry now, just say 'yes' you idiot! McCoy screamed in his head.
After a few seconds of silence from McCoy, Kirk began to grow nervous. "Leonard?" he asked tentatively. "You okay?"
Hearing Jim use his first name broke the barrier between his brain and his mouth. "Yes! Yes, Jim! Yes, Spock! Hell yes! Oh God yes!"
Jim threw his arms around his new fiancé and embraced him with all the force he could muster. Spock smiled bigger than any Vulcan probably ever had. Overcome by the desire to feel Leonard's happiness for himself, Spock grabbed his hand. He instantly was hit with a wave of overwhelming joy and a resounding affirmation. It wasn't long before he felt tears of joy overtake Leonard's mind and then saw them streak down his face in the glow of the paint. Spock found he was having trouble controlling his own tear production as well.
"Oh God, look at me, I'm crying," chuckled Bones, too ecstatic to care.
"You're beautiful, Bones," Jim shut him up with a hard kiss on the lips which Leonard returned eagerly.
When he parted with Jim, Leonard turned to lock lips and touch fingers with Spock. You green blooded hobgoblin, God, how I love you! He said in his head, knowing that said hobgoblin would be able to hear him.
While Leonard was otherwise occupied, Jim took the opportunity to reach under his pillow and pull out the box which now contained all three rings. "Lights ten percent," he instructed. He was very pleased that the first sight he saw was that of his husbands-to-be making out passionately.
They soon pulled away from each other and turned to face Jim who was holding out the little black box. Once he had their attention, he opened it, revealing the engagement rings.
Mystified, Leonard gasped so quietly that he was pretty sure only Spock could hear him.
"May I?" Jim asked.
The doctor wordlessly extended his left hand to Jim who kissed it lightly and slipped the ring on.
"Spock?" Jim prompted.
The Vulcan nodded and allowed Jim to repeat the same gesture that he had done on Leonard. Just as Jim was about to slip his own ring on, his fiancés simultaneously stopped him. "What?"
"Jim, please. Allow us," said Spock, taking the silver band. The doctor held Jim's hand in place while Spock gracefully slipped on the ring. "There. You are ours."
Jim smiled. "Yeah, and you're mine!"
After a little more kissing and embracing, Leonard sighed contentedly and looked up at the proposal painted on the ceiling. "I love it. I'll admit, it was very unexpected. I always thought you'd go for something more… I dunno… extravagant and… public," he admitted.
Jim just chuckled. "Oh don't worry. There's an extravagant and public part!"
Leonard sighed and shook his head. "I had to ask."
Leaning over, Jim hit the comm button on the wall. "Hey, Uhura?"
"Yes, Captain?" she replied, voice eager and curious.
"Put me through to the whole ship." His cocky smile was obvious in his voice.
"Yes, sir!" she replied excitedly.
"Attention everyone, this is the captain speaking and I'd just like to inform you that the first officer, the chief medical officer, and myself are now engaged to be married. Have a nice night, Kirk out."
Even in their room, they could hear cheers resounding through the whole ship.
So what did you think? To cheesy? Did Kirk and Spock trick you with their proposal teases? Please review! Thanks! :)