A/N: I am so sorry for the delay in this chapter, it is no fault but my own because I've been having issues with my family and school and work all conflicting, and it's just really annoying. But everything is starting to calm down so I have a bit of time to write this chapter. Read and review as always, I thank you in advance.
As the logical Vulcan First Officer and the highly illogical human Captain stepped into the turbo lift the conversation continued. Mainly just Spock letting his static and emotionless barrier slip and allowing him to come back to Jim's jokes with witty comments that made Jim's stomach flutter, making him think he was just happy to finally get Spock to loosen up.
"On a serious note Spock, it feels really good to actually be able to talk to you." Jim said with a smile on his lips and a flicker of emotion in his eyes that he could not place.
"On the contrary Jim, we speak most of the time and converse while on the bridge." Spock replied with a slight bit of confusion.
"No, I mean without all the formalities." Jim suddenly noticed that he was not called by his title. "See you called me Jim and didn't even notice! It makes me very happy that we can get along outside of the work place."
"I find myself inclined to agree with you, Jim. It is quite enjoyable to have someone to speak with that I do not have to address with such formalities." Spock answered perplexed as to why it all flowed so easily.
"Maybe we should have breakfast more often, Spock." Jim said with hope in his heart and a cheeky smile on his lips. He didn't know why he was suddenly opening himself up to such a friendship with someone who had tried to kill him at one point and sent him to a frozen planet.
"I would find that quite agreeable." Spock stated as the turbo-lift doors opened to reveal the deck of the Enterprise. Jim makes his way to his chair and sits down, starting his daily routine of checking his PADD for anything of importance.
Eventually when he finished replying to "urgent" mail and answering the petty questions of his crew members he became bored, which was not unlike Jim. Without something happening every second of his day he constantly became bored. However instead of jumping up out of his chair and making his way out of the bridge to find something to do his eyes easily found their way towards Spock.
Jim was never one for staring or undressing people with his mind but his eyes fixated on Spock. They would not tear away from the comfortable sight of the strong lines that was Spock's back. His perfect hair all put together, not a hair out of place. The fact that Spock was sitting at his station showed how his broad shoulders sloped down into his slim waist.
"Captain!" Nyota shouted. "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"
"Oh, no, I'm sorry Uhura. What did you say?" Jim asked still unable to pry his eyes away from the person before him. It was only confusing to him why he couldn't look away, but to everyone on the bridge who had noticed understood why but they were too afraid to even speak a word about it.
"Well as I was saying," She cleared her throat. "There isn't much here to do on the bridge today, if you want you can find something more entertaining to do. Perhaps you should prepare a room for our guest that we shall be escorting soon?"
Jim pondered the thought for a moment before deciding that maybe he should. "Alright, I'll see you all later then. Mr. Spock you have the bridge." He said as he rose from his chair and towards the turbo-lift. He pressed the button to go down to the residency level and he leaned against the wall, his eyes still on Spock. Just before the doors closed though Spock turned in his chair and he could have sworn that Spock had given him a small smirk.
Jim blinked a couple of times before shaking his head. His palms started to sweat up and his head was pounding. He didn't understand what was going through him, and it made him more nervous than he had ever felt before.
So many thoughts had been running through his head, why was he starting to feel so comfortable around Spock but when he wasn't around him his mind kept slipping back to the Vulcan.
As the doors of the turbo-lift opened he made his way down the hall towards the guest quarters. They were better rooms than the crew rooms but not as good as the high ranking official's rooms. He opened the doors to the first one and found it to be quite orderly and not looking like it needed much to be done.
As Jim started cleaning some things he found his mind thinking back to Spock. 'This is going to be a long day.'
Spock stood up from his desk when his station when his shift was over and made his way to the turbo-lift to head towards the observation deck. He wanted to get some meditation in to get rid of the thoughts from his emotional morning. Seeing Jim made him lower his shields probably more than he should but in the end he decided it was something not to worry too much about.
As the turbo-lift reached the level and the doors opened he found himself in a large circular room with one large window that spanned 75% of the actual room. He could see starts flying past the ship which now looked more like streaks of light. He then made his way to small pillar in the middle of the room the housed the central control unit.
He proceeded to input exactly what he would like to see come from this room, because not only was it an observation room, it doubled as the first hologram deck to be placed in a flag ship. It was a prototype but that was only because it was of a higher standard than the ones in Starfleet HQ.
As he finished his input structure he pushed a large red button in the bottom right hand corner of the pad. The pillar found its way down into the ground and the lights began to blink and panels began to move.
The large window became obscured by a shield and then the walls turned to a beige color and grew the texture of stone. The floor became beige as well and also grew the stone texture but was more polished. A small window formed in the wall with a view of a dusty and mountainous landscape with few trees here and there as well as some plants. A bed formed in one side of the room with a small desk with a computer sitting upon it, placed directly opposite it. A dresser formed next to the bed and a full length mirror next to it.
When Spock looked upon the room that appeared before his eyes, only one word came to mind. 'Home.' Unfortunately for him there was no longer such a thing as home. So he adapted his mind set and placed the Enterprise as his new home. He regained his composure and made his way towards the bed and sat upon it.
He pulled his legs to sit in a criss-cross position, placed his hands on top of his thighs palms resting upwards with his thumbs touching his fifth finger. He closed his eyes and began centering his thoughts to eliminate the other emotions inside of him. The more he tried the harder it became and he soon realized how futile it really was. Without Vulcan as his focus he had nothing stable to use as a focus. No other planets were his home; nothing was static enough to choose a focus as well. Everything kept changing for him and his life was becoming one big mess.
Suddenly he came to a realization; maybe he didn't need to use a planet or something all too static for his meditation. In reality nothing was always static, Vulcan was a example of that, so maybe he could use something that didn't quite have to be all too stable, but something that he knew would be there for many times to come. And again, one word came to him. 'Jim.' He again closed his eyes and focused purely on the man who was so close to him yet so far away.
As Spock focused more on Jim he found himself closer to being in the meditation plane he used to know so well. Unbeknownst to Spock, Jim also found himself feeling quite strange, he felt himself being drawn from where he was towards the turbo-lift. And without thinking Jim pushed the button to bring him to the observation deck.
As the doors opened Jim walked into a room he had never seen before, it looked dusty, and very simplistic. He saw Spock sitting on a bed large enough for one person, but there was a spot next to him that looked like he could fit there. He made his way over and sat down while still starring at his Vulcan First Officer. His skin looked as flawless as glass, almost like if he were to be touched at all he would shatter.
Unknowingly Jim's arm had extended and his hand rose towards Spock's face. His hand cupped the soft skin of Spock's cheek and he smiled as his hand starting to tingle. The sensation was almost non-existent at first but soon became a warming, pleasurable tingle that made its way through Jim's arm.
Of course by Jim's luck this was when one of Spock's eyes cracked open. "Captain, if you would please remove your hand from my face, and stop interrupting my meditation, I would be very grateful."
Jim's eyes went wide and he pulled his hand from Spock's face. "Umm…" Jim stuttered, "I'm… it's… uh... I gotta go… umm… yeah…" He stated as he stood up and backed towards the turbo-lift. He got in and immediately pushed the button that would bring him to the one place that he needed to go right now, sickbay. 'This has gotten so out of hand, every time I see him I can't control myself. It's like I've got a….. oh no, no, no no. That's not what it it as at all. This isn't a… STOP JIM! YOU'RE NUTS!' Jim yelled at himself in his own head.
The doors opened and he made his way to his friend. "What is it now Jim? I thought you didn't need to come back here for a couple days and I could work in peace." Bones asked as Jim threw open the office door.
"Well… what is the diagnosis for this," Jim began, "When I'm around… this person my heart beats faster than it would if I ran a 30 mile marathon. My mind always finds some way to bring itself back to the thought of said person, and I can't help myself by staring at them all day long? I get so nervous around them that I just talk and talk and talk, and it's not the most attractive thing in the world, Bones!"
Bones stared at his friend for a second, taking this all in. "I would call that infatuation Jim, or for a lack of better terms for you, a crush."
"Oh, and what can I do to stop this from going any further?" He proceeded to ask.
"Get yourself away from this person, is what I would do." He said. "But I'm no therapist Jim; I don't know what to do for this."
"That's the problem though, I see this person every day! How can I get away from the person if they're stuck with me all day?!" Jim threw his hands in the air in exasperation, and also because he likes to be a tad overdramatic.
Bones though it over while trying to think of a solution. "Okay, so you see the person every day, and you can't get away from them… You stare at them at all times, and you talk a lot around them… Who do you see all day that you talk to all the time…" McCoy pondered the thought.
"Bones don't go there!" Jim threatened.
"Can't be Uhura, you barely talk to her." Bones continued.
"I'm warning you, Bones!" Jim stood up from his chair.
"Not Sulu, or Chekov cause you barely speak to them and they already seem to like each other." Bones thought more.
"Bones, this is the last straw!" Jim was shouting now.
"Can't be Chapel cause you're never speaking to her after she jabbed the needle in the wrong place. And it can't be Scotty because you don't see him all day. There's only like two people…." Bones paused, eyes wide, and looked at Jim, who sat back down and sank into the chair. "No…"
"…Yeah…" Jim responded without looking at Bones.
"The hob goblin?!" Bones shouted.
"Bones be quite!" Jim said in a hushed tone. "Do you want the whole crew to hear you, you big doof!?"
"But Jim… you should know better… I mean… It's…. Uh…. I need a drink…" Bones said as he pulled out a glass and some whiskey.
"Bones, I don't need you telling me that I should know better, I know that already. I just need someone to tell me what I should do!" Jim said with a fierce blush on his cheeks. "I need to know how I should go about this."
"I'm sorry Jim, I'm not a therapist, I'm not a love doctor, I don't do this. But what I can say is if you really have been feeling this, you should tell him." Bones took the shot he just poured and poured his friend one.
"Thanks," Jim took the shot. "I can't tell him! It would make everything so awkward. He'll get a transfer and I can't have another First Officer here!"
"Well then maybe you should think it over more. I'll think some more and then I'll tell you my thoughts but maybe you should just sleep on this okay?"
"…Alright. I'll talk to you tomorrow, Bones." He got up and walked out of the room. And back to his quarters. 'Maybe this'll all blow over. Maybe it'll quit while it's ahead.'
But obviously this was far from over.
A/N: Since I've been so busy I give you a longer chapter! I'm sorry! Please review and tell me what you think I should add or anything I need to know!