This one's for you, museaway
! Since you gave me some great prompts to work with I got started on one. I was going to do the one I mentioned first but I decided the "Kirk catches Spock singing" one could come first and then the other one will follow it since I have an idea to tie them together loosely. so here's 700 words of pre-slash that was so fluffy I feel like my brain is now made of cotton candy. More to come soon!
Oh, and the song I chose for the fic is this one, because it was in my head and it makes me laugh:
Jim Kirk likes to think of himself as a hard man to catch by surprise. He also likes to think he’s totally above chuckling a little at that pun, because it would be terrifying
for a man responsible for four hundred lives to not be able to let that one go but hey, he’s trying. Trying very hard. Somewhere Bones is suddenly feeling extremely annoyed and he doesn’t know why, probably.
He’s been sharing a bathroom with Spock for just over two months now. They’re mostly out of that horribly awkward ‘oh hey I no longer have any personal space’ phase that comes when you’re kind of cohabitating with someone you don’t really know, and since they’re so diametrically opposed in every other way Jim has made a concerted effort to be as neat as he possibly can in any space he shares. Because really, how does he know that a sweaty undershirt left on the bathroom floor won’t be that one thing that’s eventually going to make Spock finally decide he’s had it and strangle him, before taking over the ship and becoming some kind of space pirate operating only for vengeance---okay
, he really needs to stop borrowing books from Janice Rand. And he’s totally going to as soon as he finishes this one, really.
Anyway, he feels like he deserves a pat on the back at the very least for keeping his annoying habits to a minimum thus far. He stopped bouncing that ball against the wall after Spock kept glaring so hard Kirk thought he might actually be trying to blow up his head with his mind (he was fairly sure by then that Spock couldn’t actually do
that, or they’d have been scraping him off the walls by day 2.) He screams into his pillow
when frustrated now, thank you, and he has marshaled his inner strength and mostly stopped himself from singing in the shower.
He hears it while he’s signing off on some requisition forms at his desk like a good captain should; a faint voice and a tune he kind of recognizes. He looks around, sure he hasn’t left music on or anything. Huh. He ignores it and signs three more forms.
“Am I hallucinating right now?” Kirk asks himself, since sometimes his life is
weird enough that this could conceivably happen one day, but he definitely hears it. Someone’s humming
in the bathroom (that would make a great horror movie, he should tell Rand about it) and the only someone he shares a bathroom with…is Spock.
He puts his PADD and stylus down, very stoically ignoring the weird fluttery feeling going on in his chest area because there are weirder things going on right now than…whatever that is. Maybe he's been dosed with yet another variety of spores or at the very least Spock has, because his current situation is weirder than some of the things Scotty thinks belong on a sandwich and holy god that's saying something.
”I know, I know, it’s really serious…”
The singing keeps going and his eyes widen and he just sits there, frozen in place like he’s afraid Spock will see him and be, he doesn’t know, embarrassed or something. He does eventually realize that this is insane and he might as well be mouth-breathing outside the bathroom door right now which he is totally above doing
; it’s Spock
, what does he care what the guy does in his own private bathroom time, he definitely has never thought about what that might be at all because that would be very weird and he vividly recalls the seminar they all had to sit through. Bones had told him he’d honest to God rather throw himself into a volcano in slow-motion or join Nurse Chapel’s band or whatever it is she does than sit through another one. So basically, it was awesome and he hopes they have them every year.
“I would hate anything to happen to her…
” Spock’s singing stops and Kirk realizes he’s been singing along without realizing he’s doing it while mindlessly signing those godforsaken forms and oh god, oh god no
“…Spock?” Kirk asks, because otherwise the silence may actually kill him. Spock doesn’t say anything. “Uh…carry on.”
He moves the PADD out of his way so he can very quietly bang his head on his desk and he’s seriously about to do it when he hears it again, the very tentative chorus to a Smiths song starts again.
“I know, I know it’s serious,
” Spock sings (really badly) and Kirk thinks that it is, even if he doesn’t know exactly what it is just yet.