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The Heart in Interphase	By : codysaoyrn Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 4167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was as though sleeplessness were contagious; Kirk couldn't fall asleep either, much as he tried. And he had tried everything, short of those hypo-sprays that always made it impossible to wake up on time and left him with a killer hangover. So all he could do was lie there and stare at the ceiling and try to free-associate his way to sleep.
Such a tactic had worked before, but this time something wasn't quite right. No matter what he thought of, his mind kept returning to the vast, limitless void from which he had been rescued. His near-death wasn't what bothered him�he had had so many brushes with death he could write a book on them�but rather the things that the sheer emptiness of space had awoken in him.
And they were strange things, too. A mish-mash of images, sounds, impressions�a crawling creature, slimy ropes leaving scorch marks on his palms, somebody breathing heavily down his neck, and long, delicate fingers everywhere�
Those fingers! Kirk sat bolt upright, kicking off the sheets and jumping out of bed. I know I've dreamt about those hands before. I know I've felt them before...but where?
Just one of many alien women he had loved and left, he was forced to conclude after a search of his personal logs proved useless. He had never let them bother him before, though�why should he?�and he wasn't about to start now.
Determined to get at least two hours' worth of sleep, Kirk got back into bed and shut his eyes tightly.
After tossing and turning for maybe three minutes, he gave up again. McCoy had cures for so many unmentionable diseases, he must have something for insomnia�those little red pills, perhaps. With this goal in mind, Kirk swung his legs out of bed once more, made sure his obscenely tight green wrap-around shirt was tied shut, and padded through the doors.
He had scarcely gone a step before encountering Spock, the two of them surprising each other in the hallway.
"Captain, ah, what are you doing up at this hour? Should you not be sleeping?" Spock asked, his expression almost concerned.
Kirk chuckled. "I was about to ask the same of you, Mr. Spock."
Spock inclined his head, brushing Kirk's arm with his hand as he subtly turned the captain around and led him back to his room. "I'm doing an extra shift of night duty. One of the security officers wasn't feeling well."
"What a coincidence," said Kirk, though his tone was slightly suspicious. "I was just about to go see Bones myself." He turned around again and started back towards the lift, only to have his way blocked by his first officer.
"Sir, I strongly recommend that you return to your quarters. Dr. McCoy was quite irritated when I had to wake him for the security officer's sake; if he has to remain awake any longer than necessary, I doubt that the general mood on the bridge tomorrow will be a good one," Spock said smoothly, as he gently but firmly resumed ushering Kirk back the way he came.
Seeing that he was not about to make any progress either on the ship or in conversation with Spock, Kirk allowed himself to be led away from the lift. Only when they had reached his room and Spock stood by the open door, waiting expectantly for him to go inside, did Kirk try one more time.
"Look, Spock, I just wanted to get something to help me fall asleep. It's getting so I can barely even close my eyes without...some weird dream keeping me awake," said Kirk with a sigh, running his hands through his hair. "Hell, if you have anything..."
It took so long for Spock to respond, or even give any indication that he had heard his captain, that Kirk eventually shrugged and turned to leave the hallway. Just as the doors slid shut, however, he heard Spock's voice.
"If I may come in, Captain?"
Kirk gestured for the ship to reopen the doors, revealing Spock standing there with his hands behind his back. After a moment's hesitation, Spock stepped over the threshold and paused by the computer desk.
"During my studies of human behaviors and physiology," he began, then stopped. Looking at everything in the room except Kirk, who was right in front of him, he seemed to be gathering his thoughts before he continued. "I have learned of more than just the pressure points by which I may render a person unconscious. By applying certain techniques, which I admit I have not yet tried, there are ways one may help another to relax. Would you be willing to permit me to practice these techniques on you?"
"Are...you trying to ask if you can give me a massage?" Kirk asked, sitting on his bunk.
Spock paused imperceptibly before nodding. When Kirk gave another shrug, disrobed, and made room for him on the bed, he advanced slowly, clearly hesitant to sit beside his captain.
Chuckling a little, Kirk patted the space next to him. "Come now, you can't exactly do it from over there, can you? And don't worry, I trust you, this isn't some kind of test�somehow I doubt this is the prelude to a mutiny. Sit down, Mr. Spock," another pat, "And help me get some rest. I don't want to have to command you!"
With a wry almost-smile, Spock knelt on the bed and put his hands on Kirk's shoulders. Immediately, he felt Kirk's back tense up, the skin tightening beneath his fingers.
"Close your eyes, sir," Spock said, his rumbling voice the only sound in the room. "Do not try to relax; the effort is counterintuitive." Even as he gently but firmly kneaded Kirk's shoulders, each rolling stroke lulling the man to sleep, his mind raced.
Suppose I were to inform him now; would he be more accepting, or view me as a predator?
He hit a sensitive spot and Kirk sighed loudly, distracting him. Kirk's pleased moan as he leaned back into Spock's hands almost decided it for him�but he did not have the chance to act one way or another.
Wait� Kirk thought, his eyes snapping open. Those hands! Oh� Oh, no, it can't be! He leapt to his feet without a second thought, staring down at his now mildly perturbed first officer.
"Did I hurt you, Captain?" Spock inquired as he folded his hands in his lap, returning Kirk's stare. "If I did, I apologize�"
"No, no! No�you...don't have to apologize. I'm sorry, I just...remembered something. Thank, thank you, I think that helped a lot, you can go back to...whatever you were doing," Kirk said hurriedly, putting his shirt back on. When Spock remained sitting, Kirk strode over to the doors and gave a curt gesture of dismissal as they opened. "Please leave, Mr. Spock. I'll see you in the morning."
Spock rose slowly, his natural Vulcan grace disguising the conflict he felt within himself. As was his wont, he slipped through the doors without any kind of farewell, and Kirk sank back down onto his bed, suddenly exhausted.
A good night's sleep, or at least as close to one as I can get at this point, should clear all this up. Get that nonsense about Spock out of my head. Kirk exhaled. If that didn't work, he'd go see McCoy�and nobody would stop him this time.
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