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The Way to Man's Heart is Through his Stomach	By : Clarissa_Eden Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 3301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, or any of the characters belonging to the franchise. I do not make money from writing this, it's just for fun.

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For several weeks, nothing of real interest took place on the Enterprise, and Jim was getting bored. All they ever seemed to be doing now was surveying planets and star systems, never actually visiting them, no that would be too exciting. There had been that one time when the sensor alerts went off, indicating the presence of life of a planet similar in composition to Jupiter, but it turned out to be a loose wire somewhere in engineering.
Sitting in his chair on the bridge, Jim swung himself from side to side. He needed a project, something to occupy his time. He would spend some more time with Caleb if he could, but Caleb spent most of his time in his make shift school room. His relationship with the little guy had developed rapidly; he was no longer just Jim but Uncle Jim. The first morning at breakfast when Elizabeth had told Caleb to pass the orange juice to Uncle Jim, had been one of the best days of his life.
Growing up, Jim had never really had a family. His step father had always been a dick towards him, but only when his mother wasn't there, which became more frequent as he got older. His own father had died on the day he was born, all of his grandparents were dead, and he never got on well with any of his cousins. When he had met Bones, for the first time in his life Jim had had someone to give a crap about him. He had considered Bones as brother for a while. It was after the Nero incident that Jim realised that Bones was like his family, just now it was almost official, he had a title now and everything. Plus Elizabeth had invited Jim to join the McCoy family for the holidays for the foreseeable future.
Still bored out of his skull, Jim let his eyes wander over to where Spock was supposed to be. As usual, at this time of day, Spock's station was being manned by some random science ensign Jim didn't know the name of. He didn't know exactly where Spock disappeared off to at this time of day; but he had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with their Chef. He knew that Spock and Elizabeth had been meeting up for meals from time to time, normally at some ridiculous hour when no one else was around. He had happened across them once or twice. It hadn't exactly been accidental when he had either. Unless you can call crawling around in a Jefferies tube that ran directly above the officers mess to find out why Spock couldn't play chess with him accidental.
Since his snooping, Jim had been back in that Jefferies tube a couple of times. He felt like he was watching nature take its course, sort of like a 23rd century David Attenborough. He could see visible differences in Spock when he was alone with Elizabeth, he was far more relaxed. But as soon as someone else came into the room, or Elizabeth wasn't there, he was stiffer than frozen corpse.
Sighing in defeat, Jim glanced around the bridge. Everyone else had something to do. Sulu and Chekov were conducting routine scans, Nyota was monitoring the sub space band widths and other member of crew milled about fulfilling their assignments. 'Screw this; I'm going for a walk.' He thought to himself as he stood and headed for the turbo lift. "Sulu, you have the Con."
Once safely in the confines of the turbo lift, Jim turned to the computer screen. He was going to find out just exactly what Spock did at this time every day, and he's be damned if he didn't bet the Vulcan would be where ever Elizabeth was.
"Computer, locate Commander Spock."
"Commander Spock is located on deck four, in private quarters 429."The computer relied in it's somewhat tinny voice.
"And to whom do those quarters belong?"
"Private quarters 429 are currently assigned to Miss Elizabeth McCoy, civilian crew member."
Jim felt his face light up. 'Spock you sly dog.' He had the overwhelming urge to go and interrupt whatever was going on, the thought of interrupting an intimate moment that Spock was experiencing was something Jim couldn't refuse, so he directed the turbo lift to deck four.
Feeling the turbo lift come to a stop, Jim impatiently waited for the doors to open. It took all of his self control not to just run out of the contraption in search of room 429. Walking at a civilised pace Jim glanced at the room numbers on the walls as he passed them. Just as he was about to turn the corner, he was only two doors away, he walked into someone and was knocked back off of his feet.
Feeling nothing but irritation towards the person who was hindering his progression for 'catching Spock in the act', Jim raised his head to glare at the person who he had walked into. His glare was met by a quizzical looking Spock.
"Captain, may I enquire as to what you are doing on deck four?"
'Damn it! I was too late.' Jim thought as he picked himself up of the ground and brushed himself off. "I could ask you the same question." An accusing smirk etched into the plains of his face.
"My personal quarters, as well as my office are located on this deck Captain."
That threw Jim slightly, but he quickly recovered. "That may be the case Commander, but you weren't in your office or personal quarters just now were you?" The slightly condescending tone was apparent in Jim's voice. He relished the times when he could slightly talk down to Spock, they were unsurprisingly infrequent.
"I do not see how that is relevant."
"Oh just admit it Spock you were with Elizabeth, in her quarters, gettin' busy." Jim nudged Spock in the side with his elbow for extra emphasis.
"I do not understand Captain. Firstly Elizabeth is in the galley, and secondly what was I apparently busy doing exactly?" The condescending eyebrow was up again. Jim nearly screamed in frustration.
"It's okay Spock. I already know."
"Again, forgive me, but I do not understand what you are referring to."
Taking a deep breath Jim attempted to calm himself. Sometimes dealing with Spock was like dealing with a young child, who had no social skills what-so-ever.
"I know that you and Elizabeth have been seeing each other on an evening. I know that Elizabeth is not in the galley right now, and that you've been slipping away from the bridge in the afternoons to pay 'special visits' to her quarters."
Spock's expression did not change. Jim wasn't really expecting it to. However, Jim got the distinct feeling that Spock was amused for some reason.
"Yes Captain. You are correct; I was previously in Elizabeth's quarters. I have been giving Caleb lessons on how to play the ka'athyra. Elizabeth saw it fit to have him learn an instrument from his Vulcan heritage, given that the boy has a remarkable aptitude for music, I agreed to teach him." Spock took a vague sense of delight seeing how crest fallen Jim had become.
"Furthermore Captain, as for my meetings with Elizabeth on an evening. Their purpose is for me to relay information regarding Caleb's progress with the ka'athyra, as well as proving Elizabeth with information regarding what she is likely to expect from Caleb as he grows older. Being that I am the only other half human half Vulcan on board, and in existence for that matter, it was logical for her to seek the information I posses on the subject, having experienced it myself." If Spock were more human, he would have smirked at the Captain.
What Spock had told Jim was the truth, to a certain degree. His meetings with Elizabeth had, initially, been to inform her of Caleb's progress. She had come to him seeking his help in teaching Caleb about his Vulcan half a week into the voyage, ever since Spock had been forgoing his lunch hour and an additional hour in the day to tech Caleb in the afternoons; leaving the rest of the day for Caleb to focus on his general education. By spending time with Caleb every day, Spock was now comfortable around the child. They would discuss a varied range of topics surrounding Vulcan and their shared heritage. Spock was even starting to see his time with Caleb as a highlight of the day, knowing that the child was warming to him helped a considerable amount.
For a while now, however, his meetings with Elizabeth had digressed into other areas of interest. He was getting to know her, and it was easy to say that she was the person he knew best on the Enterprise now, without a doubt. They had discussed their respected childhoods, where they planned to be in the future career wise and where she hoped Caleb would be when he grew into an adult. He had been surprised when she informed him that she had a PhD in History, she specialised in ancient cultures from across the federation. Overall she was an impressive woman; she had even managed to make him smile a few times, not that he would admit it to anyone.

Seeing that Jim was in deep concentration, Spock excused himself, leaving the highly confused Jim in the hallway of deck 4. Spock knew he would have to tell Elizabeth about his little meeting with the Captain that evening when they shared dinner. It would make for some light meal time entertainment. Smiling at the thought of making Elizabeth laugh at the antics of Jim, Spock stepped into the Turbo lift and headed for the bridge.
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