Spock: *risks life multiple times for Kirk* *constantly talks about what a great captain Kirk is* *always has to be with Kirk in landing parties otherwise he gets sulky* *visits Kirk’s quarters often* Star Trek:… Star Trek: but like Star Trek: not in a gay way
Prompt: Oh god, can you imagine reader trying to make spock uncomfortable with random hand holding and hugs, only to he met with spock reciprocating every single one? Amd instead, it’s reader that gets all blushy and stuff turns out spock knew the whole time - Anonymous
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WARNINGS - Mentions of Depression, Loss of life and a Vulcan Kiss.
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You opened your eyes slowly with a groan, your back arching as you re-positioned yourself gradually. Rolling across the cold tiled floor, you took in your surroundings slowly. At first glance you recognised your quarters, the dark shadows swirling around the corners of the room menacingly as the darkness of space swallowed your surroundings whole. Ignoring the strange sense of apprehension which settled in your stomach, you shifted to press your palms beneath your chest and against the floor.
With quivering arms you slowly levered yourself upwards, your elbows screaming in response as you finally reached an upright sitting position, your head pulsating at the menial action.
“Lights at twenty percent.” You commanded softly as you pushed your back up against the foot of your bed. With a shuddered breath you closed your eyes lightly, your mind struggling to focus as it remained a jumbled mess of images and sounds. A frown creeped across your features as you struggled to recall anything prior to waking, but no matter how hard you scratched away at the surface, nothing moved to the forefront of your mind.
Cracking open an eye you sighed as you glanced upwards to the lighting above you; the distinct lack of overpowering white light causing a nervous chill to settle over you.
“Lights at twenty percent.” You repeated again, your tone more forceful than before. However once again, the system remained unchanged.
Flexing your fingers, you shifted suddenly using the momentum to rock up and onto the balls of your feet. Taking a moment to steady yourself, your eyes narrowed in on the access panel beside the door to your quarters.
You had barely moved a step when a soft rustling erupted from behind you, the layers of nervousness and apprehension which had rested in your stomach erupting to life once again; sending your mind into overdrive.
Eyes wide, you struggled to ignore the hairs which stood abrupt on the back of your neck. Pivoting slowly to face the strange sound, your eyes widened dramatically in response to what laid sprawled before you.
Situation/Scenario: Reader is trapped on a shuttle that is
about to fail/explode/fall out of the sky (I don’t know how to word that) And
the crew is struggling to get her back on board. She is beamed out at the last
second. Jim has already convinced himself she is going to die, she doesn’t, he
proves how much he needs her.
Warnings: Almost death, Angsty, smut, romance, unprotected
sex, AN UNEDITED HOT MESS
Author’s note: Sooo, I have not written smut since I had a
kpop smut page. I apologize in advance, my skills are ruuustty.
“Y/L/N to enterprise!” You yelled into your communicator. “I
don’t think the shuttle is going to make it!” You yell as you try to pilot the
damn thing closer to the enterprise. The ship had stopped at a class m planet
to assist in delivering medical supplies to a research team. Everything had
gone well, till it was time to return to the enterprise. The team on the planet
had their pick of some supplies, and you had the remaining on the shuttle with
you. You were supposed to have another crew member go down with you, but you
had done this very trip to this team a few times before and didn’t feel you
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Word Count: 2544 Author’s Note: I took some liberties, and Spock and reader aren’t actually in a relationship. Yet ;) Also, I couldn’t find a definitive confirmation of the Vulcan word I used actually being canon, but I used it anyhow. And finally, this fic kinda got away from me, and is longer than anticipated. I’m sure you are all very disappointed in that. Uh, also, totally made up the aliens because sometimes new aliens are the easiest to vilify.
“I’m still not quite sure what we’re doing?” You asked as you fastened your safety belt in the shuttle.
“The Creatotians are extremely literal. They do not understand analogy, or symbolism at all. Jim assigned me to be the negotiator for the peace treaty between the two factions that are warring on Creatotia. He did not want to risk an agreement that was not clearly understood by both sides,” Spock explained.
“I know, I get that,” you replied. “What I don’t get is why I have to come?”
“You are the woman on board I am most comfortable with, and I am in need of a spouse,” Spock explained. You choked and stared at him.
“What?” You sputtered.
“Obviously, Y/N, we are not wed,” Spock clarified. “But the Creatotians were very clear about the parametres of what made an acceptable negotiator. And mated was one of the specifications. As I was qualified in all the other areas, the captain chose to blur the lines, so to speak, and hope they do not notice we are not, in fact, a couple.”
“So I fake being your wife, and we can be off this rock quickly?” You asked. Spock nodded slightly.
“That is the idea, Ashayem,” he agreed. “I am uncertain about how much the Creatotians know about Vulcans, but you should know that we are not as physically affectionate as humans.”
“I’ve been working with you for months now, Spock,” you countered. “I’d figured that out. But what about affectionate nicknames?”
“No.” Spock’s response was immediate. You laughed.
you’re Kirk’s wife and is close to all the crew, especially Spock, Bones and Scotty. Jim is worried about your safety on the Enterprise so he gets an officer to teach you self-defence. However the officer has a grudge on Kirk and takes it out on the reader who has too much pride to admit what’s going on. So when the boys find out, they go into overprotective mode.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Jim asked, holding your elbow as you stood outside the door to the gym. Jim had been worrying over you since you had first stepped foot onto the Enterprise.
“I’ll be fine. Now will you please get back to the bridge before this ship falls into disrepair” you teased, kissing his cheek and pushing him away.
“Alright! Alright! I’m going! Comm me when you’ve finished” Jim chuckled, watching you go through into the gym before heading to the bridge. He did have work to do, no matter how much he’d be distracted until you came back.
“Officer LaRue? I’m Ensign Kirk, the Captain said you would be able to teach me some self-defence classes” you introduced, walking up to the rather large officer. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit apprehensive about the class. He was so much bigger than you.
“You’re the Captain’s wife?” he asked, running his eyes up and down you, sizing you up. It did nothing to help soothe the butterflies in your stomach.
“Technically yes but I think you’re meant to call me Ensign” you corrected, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You always felt embarrassed when people found out your connection to Jim. No embarrassed was the wrong word, nervous. Yes that was it, nervous in case they thought you had gotten into the Enterprise because of your husband. When instead it was because of all your hard work.
LaRue shrugged, beginning to get out some equipment. “I don’t care. We should get started. I expect you to work hard and keep up with me. I’m not going to go easy on you because you’re a girl” LaRue grumbled, as you bristled at that. It was fair though, you wanted to prove that you could handle being on the Enterprise. So if LaRue was your best chance, you would take it.
“So why aren’t you teaching her Captain?” Scotty asked, poking at his salad. Bones had put him on a diet, much to the irritation of the engineer.
“Because the Captain would hate to see Ensign Kirk hurt” Spock replied, going through his data pad.
“More like he’d get distracted too much” Bones scoffed, eating his sandwich with relish as he stared at a gaping Scotty.
Jim rolled his eyes, glancing at his comm link in hope he had a message. “Shut up Bones! I just want to make sure Y/N is going to be okay on the ship. Especially as everyone knows that she’s my wife” Jim shrugged, putting him comm down a little bit too forcefully.
“No one would harm Y/N Captain” Spock assured, typing away.
“Hey!” You greeted, sitting beside Jim in the canteen. Honestly you were exhausted and you felt so sore. LaRue did not go easy on you at all, even considering that this was your first time.
“Hey how was it?” Jim grinned, kissing your cheek as he wrapped an arm round you to bring you closer to him.
You groaned, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Good but I’m aching all over. Like in places I didn’t know should ever hurt” you grumbled, shaking your head. Honestly your arms ached, your legs were killing and you didn’t even want to know what was going on with your back.
“Maybe you should have a medical” Bones suggested, reaching for his drink.
“No thanks, Bones! I’m pretty sure I’m fine” you quickly cried, making Jim scoff into his lunch. It always amused him of your aversion for Bones when he was in doctor mode. It was probably due to how many times you had seen the doctor sticking a hypospray in Jim’s neck.
“Perhaps it would be better for you to keep practicing Ensign. To become more used to the demands of the lessons” Spock advised, raising an eyebrow at your dramatics.
“I know that Spock, it doesn’t make my muscles hurt any less” you groaned, rolling your eyes at him. “Anyway, I should probably be getting back to work. I’ll see you tonight. See you later guys” you murmured, pecking Jim’s lips before waving at the others.
As the weeks went on, you were becoming more and more covered in bruises. You hid yourself from everybody, especially Jim. All your skin was covered to make sure that no one could see the bruises.
You had worked out a while ago that something wasn’t right. That no matter how much self-defence LaRue was teaching you, it didn’t make sense as to the level of force he used on you. So that was why you had stopped becoming intimate with Jim, scared in case he would find the bruises on your body and think you couldn’t handle yourself. Well you could. You just needed to find out a way to knock LaRue the fuck out.
“Ensign Kirk” a voice called from behind you, making you grimace. At the moment all you wanted to do was get on with your work so you could go to your quarters and have a nice warm bath.
“Hey Spock, what are you doing down here?” you greeted, waiting for him to fall instep with you.
“I was wondering if you and the Captain are alright. The Captain seems very tense lately and I wished to know if there was anything I could do to help” Spock told me, following me down the corridor to my work station.
“We’re fine Spock, don’t worry. Jim’s just feeling stressed. Maybe you and Bones should take him for a drink next time we’re on a planet. It might cheer him up” you suggested, feeling guilt whirl in your stomach. You knew the reason Jim was so tense lately was because of you. So to offer a suggestion that you knew would not help, it made you feel 10 times worse about the situation.
“Of course. Maybe you could join us Y/N” Spock offered, handing you your datapad for you to use.
“Thanks Spock, but I don’t think that would help. Besides, it’s a boy’s night out. The clue is kind of in the name” you smiled, pulling up your work before looking up at Spock. It was so good to be surrounded by friends, even if you couldn’t tell them everything.
“Is that seriously all you got? I’ve seen more fight in a Klingon, you’re pathetic!” LaRue sneered, kicking you in the ribs as you tried to pull yourself up for what felt like the 100th time. In fact you were pretty sure it was.
“Well maybe I should have a better teacher” you hissed between gritted teeth as you clutched onto your ribs. Before you had time to say or do anything else, LaRue was gripping onto your elbow and pulling you up onto your feet again.
“You’re the one who wanted this, Princess! Why don’t you stop acting like a pathetic wimp and actually give me a fight” he growled, before punching you in your stomach. The pain almost had you throwing up as you tried to remember how to breathe again. Your mind became fuzzy as you concentrated on standing on your own two feet rather than collapsing at LaRue’s.
Turning to face him, you swung a punch at him but he ducked, landing a blow to your side. You grunted out in pain, landing on your knees. Already your bruised ribs were going to turn into a darker colour, you just knew it.
Dragging yourself up, you faced him, slightly unsteady on your feet. He smirked at you, enjoying seeing you so weak and in pain. Waiting for him to come at you, you timed it just right so you could punch him clear in the jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks and you felt a sigh of relief escape you. You had managed to knock that frustrating little smirk off his face.
However your victory was short lived as LaRue grabbed you around the waist and tackled you onto the mat. All your breath left you as you were winded, groaning out slightly at how much pain you was in. It felt like you had been hit with a starship.
“That’s enough for today! I’d say learn some better moves but it’s obviously a waste of my time and oxygen” he grunted, holding his bloodied lip. It still made you feel a tiny bit proud of yourself though.
Making your way down to your quarter for a shower, you couldn’t help but notice yourself struggling to breathe. Even though your ribs ached like they normally did, this time it felt like you were getting stabbed with every inhale and exhale. This time you couldn’t ignore it, especially when an ensign accidentally bumped into you and nearly sent your vision white with a burst of pain.
Grunting in both annoyance and pain, you realised that you’d have to go down to Medbay.
Poking your head around the door, you could sigh in relief if it didn’t feel so bad when you didn’t see Bones in the vicinity. That meant he was either in his office doing work or that he was with Jim. Stepping properly into the room, you went to grab the attention of a nurse when you saw your luck go up in smoke. Bones had walked in from his office directly in front of you and had spotted you. Cursing your luck and Bones’s untimely appearance, you turned on your heel before he could call you.
“Y/N? What are you doing in here? That idiot hasn’t got himself hurt again has he?” Bones greeted, reaching out for your shoulder to spin you around. You flinched away, instantly regretting it as you had to breathe out through gritted teeth. “Y/N?” he frowned in concern, eyes raking over you.
“I’m fine, sore shoulder. I was just looking for Jim. Thought he’d be here. I’d better go though” you muttered, keeping your sentences short so you didn’t have to take in as much breath.
Bones took in your hunched posture, clenched fists and slightly sweaty forehead, realising that something was wrong. “Yeah that’s not a sore shoulder. Come on” Bones stated, leading me to a bed.
“Honestly Bones, it’s fine! You don’t need to worry, it’ll be fine once I have a shower and a good night’s rest” you protested, trying to think of some excuse to get you out of this. If they found out about this you knew they would become overprotective of you, not let it rest until they found out who was doing this to you. And Jim would feel so guilty about getting LaRue to teach you self defence.
“You can’t even stand up straight. Now shut up and get on the bed!” Bones ordered, preparing the tricorder he would need to scan you.
“Your bedside manner is atrocious doctor” you complained as you did what you was told. Maybe you could just get away with it being a bruised rib. Yeah… that was the best you could hope for.
“Well I don’t do this job to get friends, darlin’. Now sit still while I actually do my job” Bones muttered, beginning to scan you. He frowned, noticing the incredible amount of white blood cells in your blood stream but no actual cause of illness. He lowered the tricorder over your chest cavity before he stopped, staring at the result. What the hell?
“May I?” he asked gently, hands reaching for your regulation shirt.
You gulped, jaw tightening before nodding. He lifted up your shirt, staring at the expanse of bruises that littered all over your body. There was various colours, indicating the age of the bruises: blues, blacks, greens and browns. The worst was over your ribs and even from here he could see the slight misshape of your lower ribs.
“Who did this?” Bones growled, eyes shooting up to yours.
“Bones, it’s nothing. I can handle-” you started, knowing exactly how this was going to work.
“Like hell you can! You’ve broken a rib Y/N! It’s why you can’t breathe without it hurting. Now who’s done this to ya or do I have to call Jim?” he demanded, getting a hypospray ready to give you some painkillers. Sighing heavily, you told him to call Jim. It would be better if they were all here so you could tell them. You didn’t really want to have to repeat it to everybody.
“Y/N! Hey, what’s wrong? Bones said to come down to medbay at once” Jim frowned, hurrying to your side as Spock followed in after him. Bones quickly shut the divider firmly behind them. You sighed, resting yourself against Jim, grimacing as you did so.
“I uh… I need to tell you something. I didn’t mean to keep it from you but… uh… I mean” you stuttered, nerves eating at your stomach. What if they were mad at you? What if they blamed you in some way? All these questions ran through your head as you tried to find the right words.
“She’s got a broken rib, extensive bruising and she’s lucky to have missed out on internal bleeding” Bones reported, interrupting your stuttering to tell everybody his diagnosis.
“What? How? Are you okay?” Jim questioned, hands coming to skim over your sides and pull up your shirt. He stopped at seeing your bruised body, unable to take in the sight. This is why you had been so distant. Why you didn’t want him to touch you or even see you undress. “Who did this?” Jim whispered, voice deceptively calm.
“Jim, just listen for a minute okay. Don’t get mad” you sighed, holding onto your ribs.
“Don’t get mad?! It looks like you’ve been beaten to within an inch of your life! Who did this to you? Y/N, you have to tell me” Jim shouted, gripping onto your shoulders.
“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him” Jim growled, jumping up from the bed and storming towards the exit. You knew without doubt that Jim would, the conviction in his voice and the anger which strum through his body would make sure of it. But you didn’t want Jim to do that. It would destroy him if it did. He would lose his Captaincy, get thrown out of Starfleet and lose all that he had worked so hard for. You knew it would kill him to go through that.
“Jim! Stop!” you cried, trying to follow him but you couldn’t. The movement had caused your whole chest and back muscles to spasm, making you crumple to the floor. You would have hit your head on the bed if it wasn’t for Bones catching you and trying to hold you back.
Jim stopped, looking torn between helping you and making sure you were alright. Or paying a visit to LaRue and throwing him out of an airlock.
“Captain, maybe it is best to listen to Y/N. If you try and go after LaRue, I fear that Y/N may injure herself further by running after you” Spock objected, glancing at Jim as Bones helped me back onto the bed.
“Definitely agreeing with you there Spock…Jim, will you please just leave it. If you kill him, he’ll make sure you’ll lose everything you love. Including this ship” you told him, grimacing as you lay back down on the bed.
“He already hurt the thing I love the most” Jim sighed, coming to sit on the side of your bed and take your hand.
“I’m going to give you a painkiller and then I’ll give you something for your ribs. It might knock you out for a few hours but you’ll be as good as new when you wake up” Bones informed, getting everything prepared.
“Does this mean he’s going to stab me with a hypospray again?” you whinged, pouting up at your husband who smiled reassuringly. However, before he could reply back, you felt a flare of pain in your arm as Bones pressed a hypospray into you. “OUCH!” you cried, pulling away as he reached for the spray that would mend your ribs.
“Don’t be such an infant!” Bones scoffed, stabbing you again.
“Jim… you need to fire him!” you breathed, already feeling the medication work. You tried your best to fight it as you could blearily see Jim lean over and kiss your head. The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was Jim smiling at you softly as he cupped your cheek.
Kirk found LaRue just finishing up his shift when he cornered him in a practice room. “So let me guess? You thought it would be a good idea to hurt Y/N, the woman I love, because of something I did” Jim announced, making LaRue jump and spin around in fear. Jim felt a streak of pleasure at seeing the man who had hurt his wife now terrified of him.
“Captain… uh… what are you talking about?” LaRue murmured, glancing behind Jim at Spock and Bones who was blocking the door. They were furious, faces cold and hard with no hint of kindness at all. They loved Y/N like their own sister and they would not tolerate anyone hurting her.
“Of course not! Spock, why don’t you shut the door, this might take a while” Jim suggested, lips quirking up at LaRue.
“Captain! Please! It’s a misunderstanding! I was teaching her self-defence!” LaRue protested, stepping back against the wall.
“Ensign Kirk had a broken rib and multiple bruises over her body. I fail to see how that is efficiently teaching her self-defence” Spock rebuked, raising an eyebrow at the officer in front of him.
“She was bound to get hurt while I was teaching her!” LaRue objected, trying anything to get himself out of this. Surely they wouldn’t hurt him right? I mean after all, there was protocol.
“Good god man! You were meant to be teaching her, not beating her until she could barely breath! What kind of man are you to take advantage of her like that?” Bones snarled, stepping forward, fist clenched.
“Let me see, it was because I passed the promotion to someone else wasn’t it?” Jim smirked, punching LaRue with a right hook on his jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks, clutching his jaw tightly as he groaned. “Or was it when I refused to pick you for a expedition when you had been drinking? Oh, is it because I had you court-martial because you were drunk on duty?” Jim growled, hitting him again and breaking LaRue’s nose. It sent blood spurting out over the floor.
Jim grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and slammed him into the wall, hearing the dull metal clunk at the impact. “Or was it because I embarrassed you back at the Academy because I beat you in all our classes? Huh? Is that it?” Jim snarled, kneeing LaRue in the side. LaRue groaned, doubling over onto the floor, clutching his side.
“So when you had the chance to hurt my wife, I bet you jumped at it. I bet there was a place deep inside your sick mind that couldn’t wait to make her feel the pain, the embarrassment that you felt” Jim hissed, crouching down to LaRue’s side. Jim gripped LaRue’s hair, making sure he was looking at him. “Well, just so you know. You’re going to be responsible for getting kicked off this ship, a court-martial back on Earth and knowing you’ll never be working on a starship ever again. Not if I can help it anyway” Jim growled, shoving him away.
“Jim, that’s enough. Come on!” Bones interfered, pulling Jim away from the gasping man. “I’ll get someone to bring him to medbay before he’s transported back to Starfleet” Bones told him, leading Jim away.
“Oh, if you ever touch Y/N again, I swear I will find you and I will kill you” Jim promised, holding onto his bloodied fist.
“Captain, come. Y/N will be awake soon” Spock instructed, ushering Jim out the room while Bones called for some help to take LaRue down to the medbay for a check over.
When you woke up, you felt groggy and confused for a few moments, the medication still in your bloodstream. But at least you could breathe better now, the pain in your body gone. Looking to the side of you, you spotted Jim sitting in a chair next to yours. He had fallen asleep with his head on the bed, snoring slightly. Running your fingers through his soft blonde hair, you looked back at the bright ceiling before looking to your other side.
You gaped, shocked at what you saw. There in the bed next to you was LaRue. He was surrounded by security but he looked like he had been knocked out. Shaking your head, you realised what had happened.
Tugging on Jim’s hair to wake him up, you heard his cries of pain as you spun your head to scowl at him. “Ow what was that for?!” he complained, rubbing his head as he gaped at you.
“You have a lot of explaining to do, idiot!” you glowered, pointing to the bed next to you.
“Oh that… don’t pretend you don’t like my protectiveness Y/N” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.
“Jim Kirk, you are nothing but trouble” you sighed, shaking your head as you couldn’t help but smile at him. Because it was true. You did love how protective he was of you. Even if he didn’t listen to you.
Leonard watched the Vulcan’s eyes narrow to the ground, as the two waited for help to come beam down for them.
“I don’t understand-”
“-it means you like Y/N. You’re in love with her, hell she’s a real catch. Intelligent, beauty and she can beat Jim at chess,” Leonard smirked over at the science officer, who let a small smile escape his lips.
The doctor chuckled to himself and shook his head. “You got it bad, man.”
Spock’s eyes flickered over to Leonard and he sighed. “I suppose it seems that I am indeed smitten.”
Summary: You feel neglected by Spock and just want him to tell you he cares about you.
You expected him to say it at the wedding.
He did not and it hurt you more than you expected. Why couldn’t he just say it?
You already had so many times. You told him again in your vows at the wedding,
that’s where you assumed he’d say it. But those three words were never uttered
from your husbands lips. Which annoyed you, but you understood what the half of
him that was Vulcan did to his character. Jim could see you were upset at the
after party, which was more for you than Spock. Jim told you that Spock had
told you about the different ways he loved you, just not with those words. You
admitted it hurt you and you did feel like maybe he didn’t love you as much as
you loved him. But that begged the question of why would he marry you if he
didn’t love you? Jim had just tried to tell you how you were wrong and Spock
did love you. But it was hard to believe him when he hadn’t actually said it
Your comm rang and seeing it was Spock you
ignored it. It went to the message.
“Y/n. You don’t seem to be answering
my comm calls. So I am assuming you are ignoring me or have lost your comm. I
wasn’t aware you had any activities occurring today that meant you were exiting
the house. If you could please call me back I would be much obliged and less
worried by the lack of communication, I will see you when I return home.”
He hung up and you sat back on the bed. You felt bad but you also wanted him to
be worried in a way because, it showed that he cares. Maybe that was
manipulative but you needed the affirmation that he didn’t stay with you and
marry you for some other reason.
Later that day, the doorbell rang, so you
knew it wasn’t Spock. Going to the door you opened it. It was Jim.
“So. You’re not dead!” He
exclaimed. “I’m Spock’s eyes and ears because apparently you haven’t been
returning any of the poor Vulcans’ calls and he’s getting worried.” Jim
walked in and got a beer from the kitchen.
You awoke to shuffling on the other side of the room. You smiled and rolled over to see Spock getting ready for the day, looking over at you as he got dressed.
“Morning,” you said sleepily. He smiled at you as he fixed his shirt.
“What time is it?”
“Late,” Spock said, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “You overslept. Again.”
“I’ll be fine,” you said, sitting up in bed. You crawled across the covers and wrapped your arms around Spock, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I wouldn’t have overslept if you hadn’t kept me up all night.”
“I didn’t hear any complaining,” Spock said, a small smirk growing on his face.
“No,” you said, standing up. “You’re right. But you’re wrong about one thing, I’m not going to be late.”
“Because even if I am, my husband won’t rat me out,” you said, pulling your blue dress over your shoulders. “No matter how much he cares about following rules.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he said, walking towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You leaned up and kissed his lips passionately, a little reminder of the night before.
“You better get going,” you said, looking over at the clock. “I promise I won’t be late.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” Spock said, smiling at you.
“Y/N, I was beginning to think you abandoned me,” Jim said, spinning around in his chair. You smiled and stood next to him.
“I could never abandon you. What’s going on?”
“Well, we just sent Spock down to meet with the ambassador of the planet.” You took a breath and looked down at the tablet in your hand, trying to watch Spock’s movement.
“Ya know, you look especially beautiful today,” Jim said. You looked up from the tablet and he winked at you.
“It takes away from the fact that you were late this morning.” You bumped your hip against his chair and bit back a smile. “Don’t worry, I don’t care.”
“Yeah, you can make it up by going on a date with me,” he said.
“I can what?!” you asked as the tablet beeped. You looked down and saw a message from a member of the team that went down to the planet.
“I mean, I do have a pretty good reput-”
“Jim, shut up!” You tapped the pad until the video message appeared on the big screen. You adjusted some controls until the picture came through.
“Chekov,” Jim said, turning his attention away from you and towards the screen.
“Allo, captin,” he said with a smile.
“What’s going on?”
“We were meeting with the ambassador when there was incoming fire from a hidden Romulan ship. We have neutralized the situation and taken care of the foreign ambassadors.”
“Is everyone alright?” you asked, stepping into the frame.
“Mr. Spock took a hit to his side, but everyone else is okay.”
“Send him up,” you said immediately. Jim looked at you curiously but nodded.
“I agree with Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll send word to Scotty and he’ll beam you up. Thanks, Chekov.”
“You’re welcome, captin.” Jim flipped a few more controls and turned off the screen.
“Okay, so I’ll go down to Scotty,” you said, halfway towards the door. Jim laughed and followed you, grabbing onto your arm.
“No, I’ll go see Scotty. You head down to Med Bay and get Bones prepped.” You nodded and looked down. Jim’s hands moved up to your shoulders and made you look at him.
“Hey, he’s gonna be okay.”
“I know, I know,” you said, clearing your thoughts. “Thanks, Jim.”
“Of course. And to repay me-”
“I’m not going on a date with you!” you said, stepping into the elevator.
“Why not?!” Jim asked as the doors closed. You smiled to yourself and waited patiently until the doors opened on the Med Bay floor. As soon as they slid open, you sped down the hallway. You burst into the white facility and walked towards Nurse Chapel.
“Y/N. What are you doing down here?” she asked.
“He’s in his office. Are you okay?”
“Not really. Thanks,” you said, walking away from the nurse who was giving you a suspicious look. You knocked on Leonard’s office door frantically until he opened up.
“Dear god, woman, what’s wrong?”
“Yes, Spock is usually wrong but-”
“No, he was shot. Scotty is working on beaming him up.” Leonard’s eyes widened and he walked out of his office.
“Chapel, I need you to get surgery room one ready,” he said, slipping on a medical shirt and gloves. “Y/N,” he said, turning towards you.
“You need to get out of here.”
“Only family is allowed during surgery.”
“Surgery? You haven’t even seen him yet.”
“Y/N, he got shot at, I’m gonna have to do surgery. And you can’t be here,” he repeated.
“Jim will be here!” you argued.
“Jim’s the captain.”
“I’m his wife!” Leonard stopped what he was doing and looked up at you. You made eye contact with him, realizing what you said.
“I’m his wife,” you repeated.
“Since when?” he asked, blinking repeatedly. You grabbed his arm and pulled him to a secluded corner.
“Since the academy.”
“And you’ve never told anyone?”
“No, because it’s not anyone else’s business. Please, keep it between the two of us.” Leonard sighed and folded his arms.
“Okay, fine. You can be there during surgery, but you’ll have to come up with an excuse for Jim.”
“Don’t worry, he’s been trying to ask me out all day,” you said as the doors to Med Bay opened. “He won’t mind if I’m there.”
You followed Leonard towards the commotion and saw Spock laying on a stretcher. There was blood seeping from his side and he looked up as you as they wheeled him in.
The smallest crack of a smile spread on his face as they rolled him along. You instinctively walked towards him but stopped when Jim stood in front of you.
“Hey,” you said, your eyes still following Spock.
“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just wanna make sure that Spock’s okay.”
“Don’t worry, me too,” he said, touching your arms again.
“I’m gonna watch the surgery,” you said, walking away from Jim and into the viewing room. Jim walked up next to you and crossed his arms. You nervously bit your nail as they started to prep him.
“Y/N,” Jim said, bumping into you. “He’s gonna be okay.”
“I hope so.”
“Hey, how’s he doing?” you asked as soon as Leonard walked out of the surgery room.
“He’s stable. We got the bullet out and he’s in recovery now.”
“Can I see him?” you asked. Jim looked at you strangely and smacked your arm.
“Give him some time, Y/N. He doesn’t need to get back to work right away.” You rolled your eyes and turned back to Leonard.
“Please.” He sighed and nodded.
“Just for a little while.”
“Thank you,” you said, rushing towards the door. It slid open and Spock turned to face you.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hey, how are you feeling,” you asked, running a hand through his hair.
“I’m fine,” he said, moving your hand. You sighed, knowing that he was trying to keep up appearances.
“I was worried about you,” you said just above a whisper. He took your hand in his and smiled at you.
“I’m fine,” he said again.
“I told Leonard about us,” you blurted out.
“You did?” he asked, his face changing expression as little as it could.
“Yeah.” Spock opened his mouth to say something but closed it a moment later. His hand grabbed onto your chin and tilted your head up ever so slightly.
“Good,” he said before bringing his lips to yours. You kissed him softly, something you had been wanting to do since you heard the news. When a thud sounded from the hall you pulled away.
The door opened and Jim walked in with his mouth opened. You turned to look at him and tried to say something but Spock spoke first.
“Captain, I understand why you might be angry. It was unfair of Y/N and myself to hide our marriage from you.”
“Marriage?!” Jim asked, looking between the two of you.
“Yes, Y/N is my wife,” Spock said.
“So that’s why you wouldn’t go on a date with me,” Jim said.
“You asked Y/N out on a date?”
“Yes,” you said. “And yes, that’s why I wouldn’t go on a date with you.”
“That’s the only reason?” Spock asked with a smirk. You looked back on him and smiled.
“Of course it’s not,” you whispered.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Jim said, pulling your attention.
“No offense, Captain, but it’s not mandatory to tell you.”
“What Spock means,” you said, walking towards Jim and putting an arm around him. “Is that our personal lives are our own, and we’re sorry we didn’t tell you. But you know now.”
“Okay, okay, you’re lucky you got shot. I can’t be mad at someone who almost died.”
“I did not almost die.” You shushed Spock and walked back over to him.
“Thank you, Jim.”
“Yeah, just watch Spock and we can talk about this later. You can make it up to me by going on a date with me.” You and Spock both shot him a look and he smiled.
“Just kidding.” The doors closed behind him and you turned back to Spock.
“Jim and I are friends but I’m getting a feeling that I should punch him.” You raised your eyebrows and laughed at Spock.
“Don’t worry, Jim’s been asking me out for years, my heart only belongs to you,” you said, leaning up to kiss him. Spock pulled away with a smile before his face fell.