Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

This week’s prompt: Thinking he is hallucinating Spock, Jim confesses his feelings.

Jim was dying.

No, he really was.

He’d gotten separated from the landing party on the planet M-23. Hours had passed and no matter how much he tried to contact Spock and the others or the Enterprise, he was unsuccessful.

To make matters worse he had been confronted by a huge creature who’d managed to sting him and poison him just before Jim killed it.

Which, of course, was why he was dying.

The poison was working through his system. He’d had water so he’d done his best to stay hydrated but he knew his time was limited. He was weakening.

Jim staggered to his knees and then lay on the ground near the shelter he’d managed to build for himself before all his strength was gone. Night was coming on the planet and according to their information, the temperature could drop by a number of degrees. He pulled a blanket around him and shivered.

How long did he have? Enough time for them to find him? Probably not.

Jim flipped open his communicator. “Kirk to Enterprise. Come in, Enterprise.”

Nothing.

“Captain’s log. Stardate…stardate…oh hell. I don’t know.”

“Hello Jim.”

Jim startled up into a half sitting position as he stared at the man who suddenly appeared before him. He’d never seen the man. Not in person. And yet—

“Dad?”

“That’s right, champ. Surprised to see me?”

“Well, yeah. You’re dead.”

Fake Dad chuckled. Because yeah, he was rational enough to know he wasn’t rational.

“This is a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, son.”

“Yeah.”

“Doubt you’ll pull a rabbit out of your hat this time.”

Jim frowned. “What’s that mean, Dad?”

“You’re all out of magic, Jim.”

While Jim was staring at his Dad he morphed into Pike. And Jim felt his heart clench.

“Hey.”

“You’ll get through this, Jim,” Fake Pike said. “I believe in you.”

Jim’s eyes welled with tears. “I’m not going to make it this time.”

“Your blind luck ran out, huh, kid?”

Jim closed his eyes and when he opened them again he saw Spock kneeling beside him. Well, Fake Spock obviously.

“Hey.”

“Captain.”

“Listen, since I’m dying and you’re in my head anyway, I have to tell you something.”

“Captain, this is not the time.”

“It is the time, Fake Spock,” Jim insisted as Fake Spock began pulling at him. “Last time I was dying I tried to tell you the truth but you just insisted on all that friend shit.”

“Jim—”

“I’m in love with you, Fake Spock. I have been for a long time. And I know you don’t feel the same way. I know you’re with Uhura. But what the hell have I got to lose now? You aren’t even real.”

Fake Spock flipped open his communicator. “Spock to Enterprise. I have found the captain.”

“And God, you’re just so sexy. I want to kiss you for hours. And I want you to shove me onto the bed and just—”

“Captain,” Fake Spock said sharply. Then he said into his communicator. “Energize.”

Jim reappeared in Fake Spock’s arms in the transporter room. “Wow, this looks so real.”

Suddenly the Vulcan disappeared and was replaced by a very pale looking human. “Hey! It’s Fake Bones now.”

“I got you, Jim. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be fine.”

“I don’t feel so good.”

“Come on. Stay with us, Jim. Stay with us. Jim!”

****

Jim woke to the sound of beeping equipment.

The medbay.

And he was in a biobed, hooked up.

Again.

He felt weak. Wiped out. But alive.

The more he became aware, the more he realized.

Oh fuck. Fake Spock was Real Spock. Jim, you are so damn stupid.

“Jim, you’re awake,” Bones said, appearing by his side. He brushed Jim’s sweaty hair from his forehead. “How do you feel?”

“A little…weird. Feel like I don’t have much strength.”

“You’ll probably feel that way for a few days. That poison really did a number on you. Any longer and we would have lost you. We almost did.”

Jim nodded, licking his lips. “Dry.”

Bones popped some ice into Jim’s mouth.

“How’d you find me?”

“The hobgoblin. He went a little nuts trying to locate you. And it’s a damn good thing he did. You’re going to be here three days at least. You hungry?”

“I could use a steak,” Jim joked.

“Fat chance. I’ll bring you some beef broth.”

Bones walked away and Jim blew out a breath.

How the fuck was he going to make this right with Spock? He hadn’t ever intended to make Spock uncomfortable with his stupid one-sided declarations. He wasn’t real! Damn it.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up and Jim knew that Spock was there. Somehow he always knew when Spock was near.

“Captain,” Spock said softly.

“Hi, Commander.” Yeah, keep it cool, Jim. Use his rank right back at him.

“You look remarkably better than the last time I saw you.”

Jim smiled in spite of himself. “Yeah, I bet. Thanks to you. Again.”

“What else could I do? I had to ensure that you would keep your promise to me.”

Jim blinked. Searched his memories. “Promise?”

Spock’s eyes darkened. “That I would be able to shove you onto the bed and just—”

“Uh.” Jim felt himself blush.

“You must recover before I am able to do so.”

“Spock I—”

Spock put two fingers on Jim’s flushed face. “You must rest, ashayam.”

“Wait.” He licked his lips. “Doesn’t that mean—?”

“Yes.”

“Spock,” Jim whispered, reverently.

Spock leaned down, his eyes closed, and kissed Jim’s mouth.

Jim’s eyes were shining as his lips curved into a smile. “Are you sure you aren’t Fake Spock?”

Spock’s eyebrow arched. “I am sure, my illogical captain.”

“I’ll keep the real one then.” His eyes were drifting closed.

“Doctor, I think the broth will have to wait.”

“Sleeping beauty,” Bones murmured. “You staying? Scotty on the bridge?”

“Yes. And I am staying. There is nowhere else for me.”

“Lovebirds.”

“What, doctor?”

“That’s good. That’s good, Spock. I’ll just be over there.”

Jim smiled, eyes still closed. “Love you.”

Spock’s fingers ghosted over Jim’s brow. “Sleep, Captain. I love you too.”

04My prompt was a diplomatic gift that makes Spock jealous and act on his feelings for Jim.

The captain was flirting. Ridiculously, obviously flirting.

Spock was pointedly trying to ignore it but not with a lot of success. Each over done laugh or too bright smile from Kirk was grating on his nerves.

“Captain,” the beautiful blonde female Lasronian gushed to Kirk, her talon-like fingers clutching onto his arm like she was afraid he was try to get away. Spock knew better. His captain was eating up the attention. “How is it you’re unmated?”

“Well—”

“You must be the most gorgeous Terran I have ever seen,” she said breathlessly.

“I’m sure that must be an exaggeration,” Kirk said quickly.

“Oh, I assure you it is not.”

Spock had certainly heard enough. “The gift you spoke of presenting to Captain Kirk?”

She glanced at Spock with a slight frown, he suspected it contained both irritation and the acknowledgement that she was not alone with Kirk in her boudoir.

“Yes. The presentation.” She bit her lip. “I had thought to present it to your captain in private.”

“Far be it from me to—”

“Unfortunately, that is against Starfleet regulations,” Spock interrupted.

“Mister Spock—”

“As first officer it is my duty to ensure the captain’s safety, you understand.”

“Oh, well, Commander, I am hardly a threat to your captain, surely.”

Spock gave a slight shrug. “Protocol.”

“Very well.” She walked across the room to a table where she lifted a box from.

Spock ignored the disgruntled looks his captain was giving him.

The Lasronian returned with the box and with her cheeks slightly flushed with purple, she handed it to Kirk, who flipped open the box.

It was an elaborate golden necklace with a half- moon shaped golden gemstone.

“This is a betrothal necklace for our people,” she told Kirk, with pride in her voice.

Kirk blinked. “A-a betrothal necklace?”

“Yes.” Her smile widened as she put her hands on his arm once more. “I choose you as my mate.”

“Wait. What?”

She lifted her chin. “Since you do not have a mate, you cannot refuse per Lasronian culture.”

Kirk had gone pale and he glanced at Spock.

Spock stepped forward. “There is a misunderstanding.”

“Oh?”

“Captain Kirk has a mate,” Spock explained carefully. “As he was about to advise you when you asked him about being unmated.”

She frowned. “He has?”

“A very jealous one.” Spock stepped carefully in front of his captain and stared down at her. “Vulcans are very possessive by nature.”

Her jaw went slack. “You are the captain’s mate?”

Spock quirked a brow. “The captain is my mate. Vulcans have telepathic bonds which cannot be broken easily. ”

She took the box out of Kirk’s hand and snapped the lid closed. To Spock’s satisfaction, she stepped back. “I see. Under the circumstances, I cannot let our sacred bonding necklace go with you, Captain.”

“I understand,” Kirk said. “It’s time that my first officer and I take our leave, Prime Minister. It has been an honor.”

“The honor is ours, Captain, Commander.”

Kirk said little as they made their way back to the Enterprise and when they made their way into the turbolift, the captain kept glancing Spock’s way.

Spock stopped its forward motion. “Yes, Captain?”

Kirk moistened his lips. “Thought Vulcans didn’t lie.”

“We do not.”

“Hm. Did you imply then?” He was smirking.

“To what do you refer?”

“All that talk about us being mates, Spock. And I completely appreciate it. I do. Having sex with her would have been one thing but I sure as hell didn’t want to marry her.” Kirk shook his head. “But you didn’t have to compromise your Vulcan principles or whatever.”

“I have not.”

“But—”

“I did not lie,” Spock said carefully. He put himself in Kirk’s personal space and backed the captain up against the turbolift wall. “You are my mate and I do not appreciate your flirting.”

Kirk frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Spock raised his hand to Kirk’s face. “You are my T’hy’la.”

The captain gasped. “Your…I’ve heard that word. The older you used it.”

With his other hand, Spock touched his finger to Kirk’s. Blue eyes widened and stared at Spock in wonderment.

“Let me show you.”

Spock entered Kirk’s mind, gently, slowly, allowing his captain to get used to another presence there. He spotted the glowing golden threads reaching out for Spock and Spock met them with a soft caress as they intertwined with cool, silver threads.

“Spock,” Kirk gasped. He was shaking and Spock was holding him. He dropped his hand from Kirk’s face and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Do you see?”

Kirk smiled against Spock’s mouth. “You sure know how to make a declaration.”

“And?”

“And what?” Kirk asked, drawing Spock’s lips back to his.

“Do you—”

“Wanna fuck? Oh yeah.”

“Reciprocate,” Spock said somewhat stonily. Not that he was opposed to Kirk’s suggestion. He most certainly was not.

“You were in my mind. You know I do.”

Spock growled and crushed Kirk’s mouth under his. “She had her hands all over you.”

“She was a grabby thing, wasn’t she?”

“I smell her on you. I will wash you from head to toe.”

Kirk’s tongue came out to trace his lips. His breathing was uneven and Spock could feel the hard ridge in his pants. “If you insist.”

Spock closed his hand over the nape of Kirk’s neck. “I do. And then I will learn your taste.”

He stepped back abruptly, leaving Kirk sagging against the wall as he restarted the turbolift. When the doors opened onto the floor with the officers’ quarters they came face to face with Sulu and Scott who were about to enter the lift they exited.

Kirk was flushed red but he greeted them both before he and Spock hurried down the corridor.

Sulu shook his head as the door closed. “Told you they were gay.”