Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Spock was a little surprised when Doctor McCoy had shown up at his apartment door along with the captain, though he supposed he shouldn’t be. In the years they’d all been acquainted, McCoy was usually around when Jim was.

In the early days, Spock had a hypothesis that they were more than friends, or at least the doctor had wanted to be, but that was early on and Spock no longer believed there was anything between them but a brotherly bond.

Still Jim hadn’t mentioned inviting McCoy to breakfast the night before when Spock had been tending to Jim’s wounds.

Although that had been unexpected and rather mildly annoying, what was more alarming was the cool look Jim had given them as Spock stepped out of his apartment to join them for breakfast.

“Morning,” Jim said, without any trace of warmth.

In the beginning of their contentious relationship, Spock had been somewhat used to cool looks from his captain. He’d found Jim rather moody.

But as they became friends, he got many more smiles and laughter.

Until right before Krall, that was. Something had changed between them then and Spock never really knew what it was.

It was then he had made the decision to leave for New Vulcan.

All that had changed again though and he was staying. Things had begun to look up for them again, including as recently as last night, and yet this morning cold Jim was back.

“Where are we going for breakfast?” Spock made himself ask. He had very little appetite now.

“The Yorktown base cafeteria works for me, if does you two.” Jim eyed him. “It’s got plenty of vegetarian choices.”

Since they were hardly going to have a private table for two now with McCoy along where they ate really didn’t matter so Spock agreed.

Since it was cafeteria, it was serve yourself, and when Spock had selected oatmeal with raisins, he made his way to a table where Jim had already sat himself.

The captain had a cup of coffee and a cinnamon streusel muffin.

“Is that all your are going to eat?”

Jim nodded. “All I feel like this morning.”

“Are you suffering any ill effects from last night?”

“Nah, I’ve been beaten worse. By your girlfriend’s thug defenders for instance.” Jim smiled at him this time but there was hard steel behind it.

McCoy chose that moment to slam his tray of food down before plopping down in a chair. “I’m pretty sure these scrambled eggs have been under a heat lamp for three days.”

Jim snorted and took a sip of his coffee.

McCoy looked at Spock. “You and Uhura reconcile again?”

Spock frowned and shook his head. “Negative. My romantic relationship with Nyota will not continue. Why do you ask?”

“She was there this morning in your apartment.” McCoy shrugged.

“For ship business concerning the roster of the Enterprise when we depart Yorktown.” Spock glanced at the captain. “There have been some that have chosen not to continue.”

Jim nodded, but Spock could not help but notice Jim’s eyes appeared suddenly warmer. “I figured that. Altamid was pretty traumatic for a lot of the crew.”

“Yes,” Spock agreed, then turned back to McCoy. “Not only do Nyota and I still serve under the captain onboard the Enterprise, but we also remain on good terms.”

McCoy smirked. “Good to know. Isn’t it, Jim?”

Jim shook his head but he smiled. “Speaking of ship’s business, we really need to get together with Scotty and discuss—”

If I were writing the next part after Beyond’s conclusion…

Very much pre/slash

“Oops! Sorry, Spock. Didn’t realize anyone was out here.” Jim paused with his hand on the door handle of an outside patio area of the conference room where his birthday party was even now taking place.

Spock turned away from observing a rather bizarre looking flowering shrub to face Jim. “There is no need for you to depart, Captain.”

Jim let go of the door and allowed it to close once more. He approached Spock. “Jim. We’re not on duty and it’s my birthday, so I insist.” He smiled.

“Jim. You have left your own party?”

“I needed some air,” he admitted. “The whole thing was getting…overwhelming.”

Spock inclined his head. “It’s not like you to be overwhelmed by a party.”

“Well…it’s been a long few days.” He searched Spock’s face. “And you? How’s the recovery going?”

“It is progressing at its expected pace.”

Jim laughed. “I see. What are you doing out here?”

“I, too, needed some air.”

“Hmm. Alone? I saw you and Uhura inside together. Looked like you guys were reconciling.”

Spock looked away and back to the shrubs. “Nyota and I will always remain close but our romantic relationship will not resume.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded. “That’s surprising. Why?” He held up his hands and shook his head. “You know what? That’s so not my business. Sorry.”

“You are my friend, are you not?”

“I’d like to think so.”

“Then it is permissible under this context.” Spock gave a little sigh. “Our romantic relationship was an old and comfortable one, but it has run its course. The passion we once experienced is no longer there and our interests have strayed to others.”

Jim shrugged. “It’s common in long term relationships to lose a little bit of the initial fiery passion, Spock. I just…she seemed to really appreciate that you wanted to rescue her.”

“I am aware. But there is more to it.”

“Okay. Well, I’m sorry. I know you two cared a great deal about each other.”

“And still do.”

“Then it was her decision?”

Spock shook his head. “Mutual. You misunderstand, Jim, I am not suffering from what Humans would call a broken heart over the end of my relationship with Nyota.”

“I’m glad of that. I wouldn’t want you requesting a transfer.” He smiled to indicate he was mostly teasing.

Spock suddenly looked even more uncomfortable than he already did. “I…there was a time when I considered resigning from Starfleet.”

Jim half-smiled. “I know.”

“I am not referring to the time directly after Nero when Vulcans were looking for a new planet.”

“I know that, too. You wanted to leave recently.”

Spock gaped at him in surprise. “I was not aware you knew.”

“Some members of my crew think as captain I should know that sort of information.”

“McCoy,” Spock guessed.

“Yeah,” Jim admitted. “You could have talked to me. But in all honesty I had plans of my own. They seem stupid now.”

“Plans?”

“The best laid as they say. Anyway, they didn’t work out and I’m staying in command of the Enterprise when she’s ready. I’d like to think you’ll be by my side as my first, Spock.”

“I intend to be,” Spock said, seriously. “I no longer think of leaving.”

“Great.” Jim sighed and glanced back toward the building. “I guess I need to get back to the party. You coming?”

Spock nodded and fell into step beside him as they reentered the building together.