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Consequences	By : KonekoRain Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 2298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“WHAT THE--” Bones began, yelling. At the dirty stares he received, he began again, as close to a whisper as he could manage. “What the hell is wrong with you, kid?! How did you even manage to-- Wait. Don't answer that. What were you thinking?!”
“That I was drunk and Spock is hot. That's about it.” Jim deadpanned. Bones just looked at him, fury swirling in his green eyes. “Look, Bones, I didn't mean for it to happen, okay? It just did. Now, I don't know what to do about it. How are we supposed to work together after this?” Jim let his head fall to the table with a thunk. “It's so much easier when it's a stranger.” he groaned.
“Well, it wasn't. Now you and the hobgoblin have to deal with this and fix it fast.” Jim just stared at Bones, several emotions flitting through his eyes. He knew Bones was right, he just didn't know how he was going to take his friend's advice.
~x~x~x~
It had been a week. A week since shore leave began. A week since he slept with one of the most important people in his life and a week since he had last conversed with said person. As Spock walked down the long, bright corridor of the Enterprise, heading for the bridge, he couldn't help but think about what had, and hadn't, transpired since then. Spock hadn't done much of anything in the week he had off. He kept check on some experiments in the lab and did some research in his room, but that was about the extent of it. The others had all gotten hotel rooms planet-side, but Spock didn't feel like keeping his reservation. If it weren't for Nyota, Spock would have had no contact with anyone the entire time. There was one time, on the streets of the city they were all staying in, that Spock saw Jim. He had caught Jim's eye, but the man acted as if Spock hadn't even been there and dodged around him. The pain this caused in his side was highly illogical, yet highly painful. Now, he could only hope they could still work together. Spock had been thinking and made the decision that, should he and Jim be unable to work together any longer, he would resign his position and request to be transferred. Jim loved this ship. Being captain was his dream. It would be unfair of him to destroy that just because they slept together. As he entered the bridge, Spock could feel the tension in the room. Jim sat in the captain's chair, avoiding eye contact with everyone. He hadn't even turned when Spock stepped onto the bridge. Resigning to this behavior being a constant, at least for the moment, Spock seated himself at his station and got to work.
~x~x~x~
The first shift back from shore leave had been tense. Jim only spoke when it was to give an order and Spock continually felt eyes on his back the entire time. He knew, instinctively, that it wasn't Jim who was looking at him. He could only assume that it had been Nyota and the others casting glances his way. Spock rose from his station and headed for the mess hall for dinner. He would just eat in his quarters, but knew that doing so would cause Nyota to question him further. Stepping into the room, Spock immediately stiffened. For some reason, the smells of various foods mixing together in the air caused Spock's stomach to roll unpleasantly. Feeling the pressing need to vomit, he turned on his heel and swiftly walked to the nearest restroom.
~x~x~x~
“So, why so quiet?” Uhura asked as she plunked her tray down on the table in front of him. Jim raised his eyes and quirked a brow.
“What are you talking about?” he asked uncomfortably. Uhura rolled her eyes and gave him an exasperated look.
“Look, I know what happened, okay. Geez, I figured the two of you would actually be less uptight after this. Looks like I was wrong.”
“What are you even talking about?”
“I know you like him. Don't play dumb with me, Kirk.” she said confidently. Jim's face heated up as he avoided looking in her eyes.
“We were drunk. It was a mistake.” Uhura scoffed.
“So, is that what you're telling yourself?! By the way, Spock wasn't drunk.”
“Wait, what? Yes, he was. He drank as much as you did.” Uhura laughed at him.
“You really don't know anything about Vulcans, do you?” Beginning to get irritated, Jim furrowed his brow at the woman in front of him.
“What are you talking about?”
“Alcohol doesn't intoxicate Vulcans. Spock was stone, cold sober.” She let that sink in for a moment, watching Jim's face contort in confusion then blanch in realization. It was then that Uhura saw Spock walk into the door of the mess hall. Jim followed her gaze and saw the person he'd been avoiding like the plague. Both watched in silence as the color seemed to drain from Spock's face and he began breathing heavily. Suddenly, he turned and high tailed it out of the room. Worry marring her beautiful features, Uhura stood abruptly and followed where Spock had just gone.
“What was that all about?” Jim was startled from his thoughts when Bones sat down in Uhura's recently vacated seat.
“I have no idea.” he muttered.
~x~x~x~
Spock dry heaved for the third time. He had already managed to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet. It wasn't much anyway. Spock hadn't felt well that morning and had immediately vomited upon rising from bed. He had forgone eating, as well, since he hadn't felt good at all. There was a sudden knock on the door and Nyota's soft voice filtered through.
“Spock. Are you alright?” she asked. Spock pulled himself from the floor of the bathroom and walked carefully over to the sink. He washed his hands and face before exiting the room.
“I am-” he hesitated. “fine.” he finished lamely. Nyota's alarm seemed to rise at that and she put a hand against his head. He pulled himself back as she began muttering.
“No fever...”
“Nyota, I am perfectly healthy.” he tried to put her at ease.
“Really? So, puking your guts out is 'healthy'?” she asked sarcastically. Before he could ask her to clarify the meaning of her query, Nyota was speaking again.
“We're going to the infirmary.” she stated. Spock pulled the arm she had captured away from her as she attempted to lead him to sick bay.
“We are doing no such thing.” he shot back. Nyota rounded on him, anger flashing in her eyes.
“We can go now, or I can go back to the mess hall and inform Doctor McCoy about what just happened.” Knowing she had just won that argument, Nyota whirled around and began walking in the direction of the sick bay. So as not to show his utter defeat, Spock raised his chin and squared his shoulders, walking directly behind her.
~x~x~x~
As expected, M'Benga was the doctor on shift in sick bay and, as they entered, he quirked a brow. Most of the staff down here knew that Spock only came in when he was dying or forced to. Looking at Nyota, he greeted her.
“Hello Lieutenant Uhura. What can I do for you?” She cast a quick glance behind her just to assure herself that Spock was still there before answering.
“I need you to check Spock out for me. This stays quiet, as well. No need for Doctor McCoy to know.”
“Sure thing.” he replied slowly. “This way Mr. Spock.” He lead Spock over to the furthest biobed from the door and motioned for him to sit. Spock noticed that Nyota was standing just behind the man, waiting to make sure he told the truth, he presumed.
“So, What seems to be the problem?” M'Benga took out a PADD and prepared to take notes.
“I had a bought of nausea this evening which resulted in my vomiting.” Spock replied as regally as he could.
“Hmm. What led to it, do you know?” Spock thought for a moment.
“When I entered the mess hall, the smells of various foods caused the nausea.”
“Has this ever happened before?”
“Negative.”
“Is this the first time you've vomited?” Spock was torn for a moment. On the one hand, he could just say yes and brush this whole thing off. On the other, Vulcans didn't lie.
“No.”
“When was the first time?”
“This morning. There was no cause, I simply awoke and was assaulted by nausea.” M'Benga took a minute to mess with his PADD before he looked up at Spock.
“That's really rare for Vulcans, unless you're really ill, isn't it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Alright, I'm going to draw some blood, run some tests, and see if I can get any answers. Come back to me, immediately, if you begin feeling worse.”
~x~x~x~
Walking back to their quarters after his doctor's visit, Nyota looked up at Spock.
“See, that was painless.” she said with a smirk. The smirk turned into genuine smile as she spoke again. “Promise me you'll go back to the sick bay if this gets worse.” When no immediate answer came, she turned pleading eyes onto him. “Please Spock.”
“I promise.”
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