So Kris gave me the suggestion of the environmental controls going wonky on the ship and for some reason, I decided I wanted to make it Mirror Universe Spirk.
“Scotty, I swear you’d better have good news.”
When Scotty didn’t immediately turn around to face him, Jim knew he didn’t have good news.
“Scotty,” he said through ground teeth.
His engineer turned around to face him. “I am sorry, Captain. I’m trying to fix it as fast as I can. It’s a wee more complicated than I originally thought.”
Twenty-four hours ago the environmental controls of the ship had gone completely haywire and much of the ship was sweltering hot. Jim hated the heat. And there was nowhere to get any relief. His own quarters was especially hot.
“Don’t make me have to kill you,” Jim said, carefully.
And in the Terran Empire that was no idle threat. Scotty, to his credit, showed no outward reaction to Jim’s threat.
“I have no intention of dying over it, Captain. I have every single man and woman working on it. We will have a solution in the very near future.”
Jim blew out a breath, reached up and rubbed his scar, which was bothering him a lot lately, and nodded.
“Okay. Good. Keep me posted. A lot.”
“Definitely. Captain.” Scotty looked behind him and then back at Jim. “I do have a place for you, that might be just what you need while the ship is fixed to your satisfaction.”
Jim moved closer. “Yeah? Tell me.”
Somehow when the door opened to his oasis, Jim knew who it would be without even looking. Normally on the alert to any sort of untoward intruders, Jim didn’t move.
He could imagine how the scene looked. He was seated on a bench, wrapped in a heavy fleece blanket, a lighted pine tree in front of him, a table with a drink and cookies beside him, and softly falling snow flakes.
“Trouble, Mister Spock?”
“Negative, Captain. How is it…it is snowing.”
Jim grinned and turned his head slightly to watch his Vulcan first officer walk toward him. “It sure is. It’s glorious.”
“How did you make it happen, sir?”
“I didn’t. It’s related to the environmental control crisis. Any report on that?”
“No, sir. A few fights have broken out due to irritable crew members but no fatalities and sickbay is managing.”
“Good.” Jim reached for his glass and took a sip.
“What is it you are drinking?”
“Eggnog. An old Terran drink holiday periods in the past. Seasonal. I was able to get the replicator to make it.” Jim pursed his lips. “To be honest it reminds me of old times when I was a kid…before…”
Spock sat on the bench beside him. “Before?”
“Everything went to hell. I had good holidays once. With snow like this. We’d go sledding in December. My brother and me.”
Spock considered this. “Is this the same brother who later attempted to murder you?”
Jim smiled wryly. “Sam. Yep. Things were different then. He was different. So was I. Anyway, when Scotty told me about this room, oddly out of sync with every other place on the ship, I had to come here.” He wiggled the blanket he had wrapped around himself. “Want to share my blanket?”
Spock answered by scooting closer and lifting the edge of it, snuggling inside.
“I did not anticipate you would be sentimental about the good old days,” Spock commented.
“Normally I am not. But something about this touched me in ways I had long forgotten. When I was little I used to sing Christmas Carols with my grandmother.”
Spock arched a brow. “I cannot imagine you doing that.”
“Yeah.” Jim laughed. “And don’t you dare fucking tell anyone either or I’ll kill you.”
“I would not, of course. But I admit that this is a side of you I did not anticipate existed.”
Jim shrugged. “It doesn’t really. Not anymore.” He glanced at Spock. “So? If there’s no trouble, why are you here? You’re not here to assassinate me, are you?”
Spock blinked several times. “No, Captain. I…Believe me. I am no threat whatsoever to you.”
“Yeah?”
Spock turned slightly. “If you have not already surmised, I am greatly enamored of you not only as a superior captain but also as a superior Human. I would pledge my troth to you, I would die for you, fight to the ends of the Universe for you.”
“Sit in a freezing cold room with me?” Jim teased.
Spock looked uncertain. “I…yes.”
“Come closer.”
Spock did until their sides met, but Jim decided that really wasn’t close enough. He maneuvered himself until he was straddling his first officer, under the blanket, of course.
Jim threaded his fingers through Spock’s silky dark hair and moved his mouth against the Vulcan’s.
“Scott to Captain Kirk.”
Jim ignored him and continued kissing Spock, who’s hands had come up to encircle Jim’s waist.
“Scott to Captain Kirk.”
“I am going to murder him,” Jim said against Spock’s hot delicious mouth.”
“It would be wise to answer before he breaks down this door.”
Jim sighed. Got off Spock and went to the comm on the wall. “Yeah? Kirk here.”
“Environmental controls are correcting the ship now, sir. Everything will be back to normal shortly.”
Jim glanced at Spock and his winter scene.
“Can you, uh, maybe delay it a bit in this room?”
“Captain?”
“Well,” Jim barked. “Can you?”
“Aye, I can.”
“Do it then. Kirk out.”
“For how long, Captain?” Scott asked before the comm disconnected.
“I don’t know! Like an hour.” Spock arched his brow. “Or two.”
“Aye, sir. Scott out.”
Jim walked back to Spock, a feral smile on his face. “Now, where were we?”
He straddled Spock again, this time inching his hand between their bodies and right into Spock’s trousers.
“Mm. That’s where.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 