He Knew by tangawarra

When Spock insists on spending and evening with his captain the outcome is predictable.

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Genres: Kirk-Spock Friendship
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Chapters: 2 Completed: No Word count: 545 Read: 10392 Published: 09/23/2012 Updated: 11/29/2015

1. Chapter 1 by tangawarra

2. Chapter 2 by tangawarra

Chapter 1 by tangawarra
Author's Notes:

Don't own, obviously.


This time Spock had initiated the contact.

Captain, during my recent research into the grand masters I happened to come across this fascinating chess problem, I am sure you would also find it most interesting.

Initially he hadn't wanted to do it. He didn't want to spend time with Spock. Alone, in his quarters, in the evening, spending time on something they both enjoyed, in a setting that to his mind screamed romantic.

So he came up with excuses. Paperwork, other engagements, even tiredness. But Spock had been most insistent.

So finally, he had given in even though he knew how the evening would proceed. He knew that they would spend an agreeable evening pouring over the problem. He knew that they would enjoy each others presence. He knew that they would talk about many things besides chess. He knew that they would understand each other like nobody else could. He knew that after staying up far too late into the night Spock would get up, wish him a good night, and walk out without looking back. He knew that he would spend the rest of the night not being able to sleep, finally getting out the secret stash of Scotty's moonshine, trying to drink himself into oblivion and failing miserably.

But when he heard the doorbell sound he couldn't extinguish the tiny sliver of hope. Because after all, Spock had been most insistent.

As it turned out he had been right.

Chapter 2 by tangawarra

And Yet

Now it was finally over. Done. He had brought her back after five years. His beautiful ship and most of her crew (don’t think about the ones you lost!). He sat at his computer reading the messages welcoming him home. The youngest ever captain. The most successful ever captain (if the brass were to be believed). The messages that hinted at promotion. They should have made him happy; content of all he had achieved. And yet . . .

In the quiet darkness of his cabin all his failures danced before his eyes. The people that had died. The missions they (he) had screwed up. And most of all – the unresolved business with his first officer. Spock. His friend. He was thankful for the friendship, for the unquestioning loyalty that was in large parts responsible for his success. And yet . . .

He remembered moments. Conversations. Quiet times. Chess games. Meetings. Dinners, breakfasts, lunches. All normal parts of a working relationship between a captain and his first. And yet . . .

He knew there was more to it than that. He couldn’t be the alone in feeling it. Maybe, just maybe, now was to time to act on it. After all, they were no longer commander and subordinate, they could freely choose were to go from here.

His mind made up he reached for his padd to send the most important message of his life. But before he could even start he heard the ping of an incoming message. Spock. He had been right! Spock knew why he had been waiting to make the first step. As always his first had anticipated his needs.

He opened the message. Amidst the polite, meaningless phrases one word stood out that shattered his heart into a million pieces: Gol.

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