Flash Fic Tuesday

March 16, 2021 Flash Fic

“I am done with this conversation.” Jim snapped as he got in the turbolift. Spock followed closely.

“I am not done.”

Jim almost closed the doors right in Spock’s irritating face. But someone had to be mature here and apparently, this time, it was going to be him.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest as Spock stood stiffly beside him.

“You are being unreasonable,” Spock said through clenched teeth.

Definitely a sign the Vulcan was not pleased.

“You think this is unreasonable?”

So much for maturity.

Jim stepped onto the bridge, ignoring Spock as he did so.

Spock had not felt this emotionally compromised in years. He felt almost dizzy and a little bit woozy.

“Spock? Are you okay?”

Nyota had come upon him, put her arm around him as he leaned against the bulkhead.

“I…yes.”

“What is it?” She frowned. “Wait. I thought you were going to tell the captain how you felt tonight.”

“Yes.”

She put her hand to her face. “Oh no. It-it didn’t go well? I was so sure that he felt the same. Spock—”

Spock shook his head. “No. It went…perfectly. He reciprocates.”

“So…what do you think?”

He was anxious. Heart pounding. Palms sweaty.

“About what?”

Slowly he let out a breath, long and shaky.

“What-what I told you.”

And now he was regretting everything. It had been a mistake to share this. Why had he done that? No good ever came from sharing his feelings.

“Jim.”

He realized he was looking at the ground, dejected and ashamed.

“Jim.”

He lifted his gaze and stared into dark eyes that were surprisingly warm.

Spock lifted his hand to Jim’s, touching their palms together.

“I think…it is about time.”