A Word or Two
by Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
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Thanks to Hypatia for the idea. Rated G.
Admiral Kirk lay in bed on his side, facing the little
viewscreen in the bedroom. Mellowed from the effects
of Dr. McCoy's alcoholic birthday gift, he listened to
Spock tell him about all the little stories and
adventures of this week up in the Enterprise. The
hijinks of the trainees Spock was teaching made for an
unusual bedtime story, but anything would have
sufficed--just to be able to share these last few
moments of his--birthday--with Spock in some way made
him rest easier.
"Did you have a good birthday, Jim?" Spock finally
asked when he had exhausted his anecdotes.
"As good as I let myself, I guess. Of course, I'd have
had more fun if you were down here, but that's
Starfleet. I'm just glad you called to sing me to
sleep." Jim nestled against the pillow. "Sure would be
nice to have you within hugshot."
"Hugshot, Jim?" Spock regarded him quizzically. "Did
you find that word in the archaic volume I presented
you this morning?"
"Dickens? Use a word like 'hugshot'?" Kirk grinned.
"Yeah, sure." He knew Spock knew he was kidding.
"Good night, t'hy'la. I will see you at the
inspection." Spock held two fingers toward the screen
on his end, and Kirk mirrored the action as best he
could in his state of exhaustion and inebriation. Then
the screen blacked, and the connection was cut.
Kirk closed his eyes, hugged his pillow tightly, and
fell into a good dream.