Kris and I decided to do the same prompt this week for our flash fics!
This week’s prompt…A Break Up. it will conclude next week!
“You know what? If you don’t like my command decisions, Commander, you can file a report,” Jim told Spock angrily. He pulled his gold shirt on over his head.
“You are being unreasonable.” Spock’s tone was as cold as it ever got.
“And illogical too,” Jim spat.
Jim fixed his shirt and then tugged at the wrists. “See these stripes here? It means I’m the Goddamn Captain. I make the decisions.”
“Even if they are clearly wrong.”
“Even when they are clearly right.” Jim headed for the door of his quarters. “I don’t have time for this crap, Mister Spock. I’m due in the transporter room in less than five minutes.” He paused at the doorway, hands on hips, as he watched Spock going through the drawers and pulling out clothes. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I am removing my belongings from your quarters,” Spock replied, his voice clipped.
A muscle jumped in Jim’s jaw. “Oh. So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?”
“Well…good! Who asked you to move your stuff here anyway?” Jim snapped.
Spock stiffened. Or got more stiff. And the blank look that fell over his face made Jim realize that he’d probably just pushed Spock too far. It was true that Jim hadn’t “officially” asked Spock, but for the last three months they’d spent all of their time in Jim’s quarters. Little by little Spock had begun to move belongings over for easier access. And in fact, his Vulcan lyre even now hung on Jim’s wall.
“You are quite correct, Captain. You did not. My error.”
Jim opened his mouth to say something. Take it back or whatever. But the words got stuck in his throat. He was still pissed. And not at all in the mood to placate Spock.
Instead he crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the wall. “So, this is it, then?”
“Clarify.” Spock stepped over to the wall where his lyre was affixed and removed it.
His chest suddenly tightened and he had to swallow a couple of times before he could say anything. It was hitting him that this was pretty damn serious. Irreparable even.
“We’re breaking up.”
He meant it to come out softly, wistfully, but somehow it came out much harsher than that. It sounded cold and heartless.
“Affirmative,” Spock replied, his tone robotic and with a note of finality that made Jim’s heart squeeze. “I have sudden clarity at how much of a mistake it was to engage in such an inappropriate and one-sided relationship as this was.”
“Inappropriate and one-sided? Wait, what?”
“You are due in the transporter room.”
“I know but—”
“Now.” Spock straightened, all his belongings were held in his arms. And there were a lot, now that Jim stood there looking at him, holding everything. Three months’ worth of a life spent together. It had been stupid for Spock to go back and forth between their quarters. Or so it had seemed. “In fact, you are two minutes past schedule.”
As if on cue, there was a boatswain’s whistle. “Scott to Captain Kirk.”
“Landing party’s waiting, sir.”
“I’ll be right there, Mister Scott.”
Spock nodded stiffly. “I am due on the bridge. If you will excuse me, Captain.”
Jim nodded back. “Sure.”
Spock walked past him and into the corridor. Jim let door close in his own face. For longer than he should, he just stood there. He’d pushed things too far. He knew it. Pushed Spock away. But Spock had been in the wrong too. Maybe Jim overreacted. But then—
It wasn’t like he’d ever expected this…whatever…with Spock to last. Of course it wasn’t going to. And anyway, this was for the best.
Just which side did that apply to?