“What’s your favorite color?”
Spock barely glanced at his captain as he leaned over the science station to study the screen there. “What?” he asked distractedly.
“Your favorite color.”
Spock straightened and turned his full cool gaze on Kirk. “Did you actually just interrupt my study of this sector to ask me what my favorite color is?”
Undeterred, Kirk nodded. “What are you seeing?” He slipped past Spock, pretty much wedged himself between Spock’s body and the station to look at the screen. “So, what is it? Some space anomaly?”
“Actually…there is currently nothing out of the ordinary,” Spock was forced to admit.
The captain straightened and gave Spock a very chilly smile. “So I actually didn’t interrupt anything.”
“Well.”
“Favorite color?” Kirk persisted.
“What does it matter? I have no particular preference or any color, Captain. The question is nonsensical.”
“So’s your big nose.”
Spock sighed.
But the captain had moved away and to his seat. Spock glanced Nyota’s way but she had a disapproving look on her face and somehow Spock decided it was directed at him rather than their captain.
“I want a landing party for Denton 4,” Kirk said a while later.
Spock stepped forward to volunteer to lead the party.
“Nope. I’m taking lead.”
“But—”
“To explore new worlds,” Jim said with a charming smile. “That’s what I signed up for.”
“Very well, but as science officer—”
“Nah, I’m taking Chekov.” Kirk turned to look at Nyota. “You up for it, Lieutenant?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered immediately.
“I’ll round out the party with Scotty and Bones.”
“Captain—”
“Yes, Mister Spock?”
“Nothing.”
When Spock stood beside the biobed staring at the unconscious body of his captain, McCoy came up to him and patted his arm.
“He’s going to be okay, Spock. You can go back to your post.”
He nodded but didn’t move. He didn’t move for a long time.
Until Kirk opened his eyes to stare at him.
“Hey.”
Spock blew out a long breath. “Blue.”
The captain frowned. “Huh?”
“My favorite color, Jim. Blue like your eyes.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 
April 28, 2023 at 4:30 am
A flash on a Friday! And oh did I love it. The tension between them and then that ending! Perfecto!
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April 28, 2023 at 7:01 am
🙂 thank you
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April 28, 2023 at 10:11 am
Awwwwwwwwwwww!!! That was so sweet. So infuriating. And then so sweet.
And of COURSE Spock knew instantly his own fave color.
And I too am spinning in serendipity. I thought since Bombaby was up on Wednesday and AO3 yesterday, today would be….empty.
What a great surprise. Thank you for gifting us with this today! It’s awesome.
(And of COURSE Jim got hurt. He took no redshirts but Scotty and Uhura – no security! There was nobody on that team expendible!)
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April 28, 2023 at 11:09 am
Exactly! I don’t think there were any redshirts when they went down to the planet in Who Mourns for Adonis (other than Scotty) so I sort of that that in mind when Jim was picking his party
Stupid Vulcan finally wised up!
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April 28, 2023 at 11:12 am
Exactly! Oblivious Vulcan. Jim was practically handing him the keys to the kingdom!
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April 28, 2023 at 12:06 pm
I’m beyond thrilled to see a new flash today. (My phone autocorrected today into giddy… which is what I feel seeing a flash from you on my
Notifications! )
Love Jim’s illogical teasing of Spock when trying to get an answer out of him. Spock will not be swayed by the illogical Captain, until he’s injured on the away mission. That event made Spock realize what Jim means to him and that the color he prefers is the color of Jim’s eyes. He’s realized just how important Jim is to him! Love this!
❤️💚😘🖖
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April 28, 2023 at 12:29 pm
Thank you! Yep they don’t quite understand each other’s idiosynchrosies until suddenly it matters and he definitely knows his favorite color!
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April 30, 2023 at 4:22 pm
When your adorably illogical captain asks you a nonsensical question, you answer it because you love him and want to make him happy 😀
“So’s your big nose.” I snorted at this line 😀
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