Written well before all of the happenings….
Spock straightened from his station as he became aware of the little huff of breath coming from the captain’s station. He became somewhat alarmed when he watched as the captain sagged deep into the chair, almost to the point he would surely fall off.
“Captain?” Spock approached out of concern.
“Uhh.” Jim kind of undulated up and gave Spock a rather incomprehensible look.
“You do not look well.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Spock withheld a sigh. “I suggest I escort you to the medbay. Your shift has ended anyway,” he pointed out.
Jim did accompany him to onto the turbolift, but once inside he acted predictably. “I’m not going to the medbay, Spock. I’m fine. Nothing that a long hot water shower won’t fix.”
“You do not look well,” he repeated.
“So you said. I know all of this is very new between us but that’s not the way to win my heart.” He was smiling crookedly. Spock assumed, to indicate he was joking. Humans were fond of joking and Jim in particular.
It was indeed new between them. Two nights ago, after a heated argument, they ended up having rather wild, intense sex. Tonight was to be their first planned date. No doubt why the captain refused to go to the medbay.
The turbolift doors opened onto the deck with their quarters and Jim got out. Spock followed. He followed Jim right into the captain’s quarters.
Jim merely glanced at him and started pulling off his uniform shirts. “I have to get a shower before our date, Spock.”
“Captain, considering you are unwell, I surmise that our date is…off.”
At that, Jim froze and frowned at him. “What? What do you mean off? This is supposed to be like the official start.”
Spock went to him and put his hands on Jim’s arms. “Jim, considering the last two night’s activities we have engaged in, I believe our official start has already come to past.”
“Yes, but…”
“Ashal-veh, my concern is for your welfare and you are not feeling well. I can plainly see.”
Jim deflated before his eyes. “I wanted it to be perfect.”
“Any time spent with you is, as far as I am concerned. If you do not wish to be subjected to the medbay, may I suggest you prepare for bed, get in, and allow me to tend to you. Doctor McCoy can make a ‘house-visit’ as they say.”
Jim blew out a breath. “I do feel kind of crappy. I’m sorry.”
“You owe me no apology. I am sorry that our plans have been postponed. However, I am pleased to be able to spend time with you anyway I can.”
Jim smiled. “You’re almost perfect.”
Spock raised a brow. “Almost?”
“Close to it.” Jim sagged against him. “You win. I’ll get into bed.”
And Jim turned to get into his pajamas, which were little more than shorts and a beat up, stained T-shirt. Once he had done so, Spock stepped forward and helped him get into bed, even fluffing up his pillows.
“You feel warm. Perhaps a fever?”
“Maybe. Are you going to be bored in here with me like this?”
Spock shook his head. “No. I will work on reports and labs. But first the doctor will come to check on you.”
“Do I have to?” Jim asked, jokingly.
“I am afraid so.” Spock brushed his fingers along Jim’s. “I will bring you tea.”
“Thanks. For, you know, everything.”
“Rest, Jim. I will take care of you.”
Always.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 