My Prompt was a Walk in the Moonlight. This takes place immediately after the events of Star Trek: Beyond
“So I guess this is supposed to simulate moonlight,” Jim commented as he and Spock walked along a path on Yorktown.
“For what purpose?” Spock inquired, hands linked behind his back.
“To appear romantic I guess.” He shot a quick glance at Spock. “Not that we’re trying to be romantic or anything.”
Spock appeared to dismiss that bit of silliness without further thought. “As this is a space station, there would be no moonlight, so to produce artificial moonlight for aesthetic purposes is highly illogical.”
“Furthermore I have never quite understood Terran fascination for moonlight. It is merely the reflection of light from the sun and there are no magical properties.”
Jim nodded wearily. “Okay, Spock.”
“Are you all right, Captain? You seem particularly out of sorts.”
“Just tired I guess. You can go back to doing whatever it was you were doing. Mission reports. Or-or, you know, socializing with Uhura.”
“Since you have just barely recovered from your recent engagement with Krall, I suspect you would benefit from additional respite.”
Jim sighed and stopped to lean against a pillar, gazing up at the artificial moonlight. “It’s just the last few hours of my birthday, I wanted a little walk. But I guess you’re right. Walking on Yorktown isn’t quite what it would be on Earth or some other similar planet.”
“What has happened to the doctor?”
And Jim tried not to think that Spock was attempting to push his pathetic captain off on Bones, but really, it did seem like that.
“Called away on a medical emergency. Really, Spock. It’s fine. You can go.”
Spock took half a step closer. “Does it hurt?”
Jim knew by the slight shift of Spock’s shoulders toward his eye that he meant his black eye. “Just a little. I’ve had worse. How about you? How do you feel?”
“I am fully recovered.”
“I doubt that.”
“I assure you, Captain, I am functioning at optimal levels.”
He smiled a little. “That’s good to know.” He paused. “I think…I’m procrastinating, of course.”
“I need to call my mother. Today isn’t only my birthday.”
“I understand,” Spock said with a sharp nod. “Unfortunately, it is not something I can assist you with, Captain.”
“Yeah, I know.” He moistened his lips. “She cries. Even after all this time.”
Spock said nothing to that, he just looked vaguely uncomfortable. And who could blame him? So was Jim.
“I will leave you to it.”
Jim nodded and watched as Spock, shoulders stiff, began to walk away, away from the fake moonlit path. “Spock?”
He stopped. Turned. “Yes, Captain?”
“We’re-we’re friends, right?”
“Because lately, I don’t know, we seem to have drifted away from that a little.”
“Perhaps,” Spock acknowledged. “I apologize for my part in distancing us.”
“No, it’s all right.” He straightened from the pillar. “Just…I really don’t want to be alone right now, so, do you think, even though it’s fake and all, you might just walk a little further with me?”
For a moment, Jim was sure Spock would refuse his pathetic, whiny request. But then he returned to Jim’s side.
Spock gestured to the path. “Shall we?”
Jim smiled and fell into place next to his first officer.