Invader
A drabble and a half
By Numnut
21 Nov 2003

He smiled at the memory.

One Vulcan, one party hat, one hell of a picture.

It had sat on his head just askew slightly, his uplifted, puzzled eyebrow nudging it off centre even more, his elegant ears more elf-like than usual.

It had been a joke really, an offhand comment about Spock throwing a party. He had never actually meant him to do anything about it.

But the Vulcan had surprised him.

Research had its uses.

And Jim Kirk had had his birthday party.

He smiled again.

Spock, a balloon, and the basics of static electricity.

The Vulcan had preferred the hat after that.

They had invaded Spock’s cabin, and Kirk felt a little guilty. Something like ‘they came, they saw, they put it completely out of logical order’. He could almost feel Spock’s cringe from across the room.

But Spock had risked, had given.

And Kirk had accepted.

And as he had assessed those dark eyes of his first officer

Despite the disarray, despite the interruption of his privacy

Behind those eyes.

He saw it.

And he smiled.

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FIN.