Star Trek XI, "No Win," Kirk/Spock, PG-13
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asimaiyatTitle: "No Win"
Fandom: Star Trek XI (the reboot)
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-13, violence, language and implied sex
Summary: In which Spock fails at keeping a secret
AN: for a prompt by raphaela667 on commentfic. Probably my first and last Trek fic. Fun to write!
Jim swore under his breath, tossing aside the task he'd been attempting to concentrate on -- repairing a rather noticeable rip in the shirt he'd been wearing that day. "Men of action should not have to know the whip stitch," he muttered just loud enough for Spock to hear from where he was sitting on the opposite side of the Captain's room.
The First Officer looked up from his reading and raised one eyebrow to dramatic effect. "Pardon me? I'm afraid I don't see a problem with you not wearing a shirt..." It took him approximately one moment too long to realize that his teasing would set off the inevitable drama-queen avalanche...
"The problem is, I just tried to put in my standard order for replacement gear, and was informed by some idiot in the supplies department that I've met my maximum allotment for shirts. And yet, for some reason it is always us who get sent on the REALLY dangerous missions, where there is ALWAYS some clown looking for a fight --"
"Funny, I distinctly remember hearing you say 'bet you 20 latinum I can get this jerk to take a swing at me.'"
"That was strategy. Anyway. The point is, I'm damned if I don't and damned by the goddamn Federation red tape if I do! Maybe you were right about no-win situations after all..."
"Sorry?"
"You know, the Kobayashi Maru. That thing where every Starfleet captain has to accept the inevitability that sometimes you just can't win?"
"Pardon -- oh, of course. Well, I'm glad you finally learned your lesson. Of course, you took more time than is usually required, but --" Spock let the sentence hang in midair, noticing that the captain was giving him a rather severe look. From the looks of it, he hadn't decided on the charges yet, but he was ready to prosecute.
"You.. you don't forget things very often, do you?"
"Rarely, but I have been known to --"
"You didn't just forget about your big-shot advanced simulation program that everyone has to take to prove that they aren't as smart as you! That would be -- "
"I suppose it would be somewhat illogical, if that was what you were going to say."
Jim had scrambled off the bed, infuriated, and was now halfway between his previous position and Spock's current one. Shirtless and tensing his shoulders for a fight, he looked imposing and ridiculous in equal measures. "You made up the whole thing, didn't you?"
"It wasn't... entirely my idea. The Admiral did mention to me that there was a certain student who was getting too big for his britches, I believe were his words, and asked if I had any ideas to, er, cut him down to size."
To Spock's credit, he tried his very best not to show any signs of smirking.
"You made up the whole thing just to piss me off?"
"oof! Get out of my chair! It only seats one!"
As Spock reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled out of his chair by the collar of his shirt, he reflected that this time around he'd have to be more careful with the Captain's uniform...
Fandom: Star Trek XI (the reboot)
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-13, violence, language and implied sex
Summary: In which Spock fails at keeping a secret
AN: for a prompt by raphaela667 on commentfic. Probably my first and last Trek fic. Fun to write!
Jim swore under his breath, tossing aside the task he'd been attempting to concentrate on -- repairing a rather noticeable rip in the shirt he'd been wearing that day. "Men of action should not have to know the whip stitch," he muttered just loud enough for Spock to hear from where he was sitting on the opposite side of the Captain's room.
The First Officer looked up from his reading and raised one eyebrow to dramatic effect. "Pardon me? I'm afraid I don't see a problem with you not wearing a shirt..." It took him approximately one moment too long to realize that his teasing would set off the inevitable drama-queen avalanche...
"The problem is, I just tried to put in my standard order for replacement gear, and was informed by some idiot in the supplies department that I've met my maximum allotment for shirts. And yet, for some reason it is always us who get sent on the REALLY dangerous missions, where there is ALWAYS some clown looking for a fight --"
"Funny, I distinctly remember hearing you say 'bet you 20 latinum I can get this jerk to take a swing at me.'"
"That was strategy. Anyway. The point is, I'm damned if I don't and damned by the goddamn Federation red tape if I do! Maybe you were right about no-win situations after all..."
"Sorry?"
"You know, the Kobayashi Maru. That thing where every Starfleet captain has to accept the inevitability that sometimes you just can't win?"
"Pardon -- oh, of course. Well, I'm glad you finally learned your lesson. Of course, you took more time than is usually required, but --" Spock let the sentence hang in midair, noticing that the captain was giving him a rather severe look. From the looks of it, he hadn't decided on the charges yet, but he was ready to prosecute.
"You.. you don't forget things very often, do you?"
"Rarely, but I have been known to --"
"You didn't just forget about your big-shot advanced simulation program that everyone has to take to prove that they aren't as smart as you! That would be -- "
"I suppose it would be somewhat illogical, if that was what you were going to say."
Jim had scrambled off the bed, infuriated, and was now halfway between his previous position and Spock's current one. Shirtless and tensing his shoulders for a fight, he looked imposing and ridiculous in equal measures. "You made up the whole thing, didn't you?"
"It wasn't... entirely my idea. The Admiral did mention to me that there was a certain student who was getting too big for his britches, I believe were his words, and asked if I had any ideas to, er, cut him down to size."
To Spock's credit, he tried his very best not to show any signs of smirking.
"You made up the whole thing just to piss me off?"
"oof! Get out of my chair! It only seats one!"
As Spock reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled out of his chair by the collar of his shirt, he reflected that this time around he'd have to be more careful with the Captain's uniform...
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Date: 2009-09-04 03:26 am (UTC)