Date: 2013-08-24 04:27 am (UTC)


[Jim laughed harder at Spock's reaction. How cute. He promises if he has the chance he will.]

Oh I'll do you good beautiful... I bet you won't know what's happening. Oh man... I gotta do this now... for you. And also because I want to see your face when I do it. And... maaaybe to undermine your father.]




Spock was talking to him about the job they had at hand. They were crouched behind a locked door, about to unlock it via tricorder and burst out phasers blazing. It wasn't anything Jim expected to be risky or even very difficult but count on Spock to reiterate their dismal chances of survival in precise significant digits. In the silence before they were about to strike Jim reached to pat his shoulder though it was an aborted move. Spock didn't do touching and Jim suddenly reeled thinking of how close he came to touching fire. Spock turned his head.

“Captain, is something wrong? Your breathing rate has increased fifty seven percent.”

Bones was dead wrong. Spock was far from easy to hide his feelings from. This was impossible.
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