Star Trek

bright.If I have my own ship in the future, I need this crew. "

Spock looked into PADD's eyes and smiled slightly. "Then, I can tell you've been addicted to Starfleet. Are you still resisting your father's intention to send you here to study?"

"Oh come on Spocky, I already said that in my video call with my mom yesterday - I'm so happy here! Much better than I imagined."

"Getting along with different ethnic groups helps to complete your character, Jim. You are human and need such extensive social interaction."

"Huh, yes, very interesting," Kirk replied dryly, not paying attention to Spock's words.

They've known each other well enough after ten years of intimacy that Spock certainly isn't offended by the tone; he knows his husband.But there's another thing he doesn't understand: "Jim, I can't understand why you're so interested in Uhura students."

"Uhura?" Kirk grabbed Spock's fingers in his hair. "Oh, she's hot. And...she likes you." He rubbed the Vulcan's fingertips lightly, making a non-sexual □ light kiss, "Don't you know?"

"I know that," the Vulcan responded tenderly, deepening the kiss, "and you know I love you, ashayam. Always."

If someone said that Vulcans can't talk, Kirk thought, he'd have to kick his ass.

He rolled out of bed, straddled his husband, and bent down to kiss Spock—a human kiss.The spring night is short and the night is long. They have better choices than wasting time.

5)

Kirk came to the infirmary for the 15th time because of minor bruises - he came purely to play with this angry, always black-faced intern. McCoy wasn't much older than him, but he always called him a brat.He and McCoy hit it off more than expected, like they've known each other for decades.

When McCoy grimaced and opened the boy's left hand to check the wound—"God damn it's just a big bruise"—he suddenly felt a falcon-like gaze staring at him.It was a murderous sight, yes, it made him shudder.

He felt that he should remind the golden boy in front of him that he had a murderous look, but the murderous sight had come to Kirk's back and—is that Professor Spock?

The Vulcan put his arms around Kirk's waist gently but unquestionably, his pupils became dark and dark with possessiveness and protection, and his voice was low: "I think it's time to stop pretending that we don't know each other, T' hy'la."

God, he hates jealous Vulcans.

END

18. 【Spirk】When he walked silent

She walked towards the classroom with her PADD in her arms, with her head lowered and feeling uneasy, almost bumping into someone else.First class of the new term, she knew she might be taking it too seriously; God knows how long she had hesitated before summoning up the courage to take Professor Spock's class—seriously, if it wasn't for a devout sense of Vulcan culture Love, who would take an introductory course in Surak philosophy?

She went anyway.She loves alien languages ​​and cultures, and she hopes that she can become an excellent communications officer—just like her most admired senior Uhura student. Uhura is undoubtedly the best communications officer in the entire Star Federation, and no one can ignore her talent; her diplomatic rhetoric and skills are impeccable, and her wisdom and courage are equally admirable; and, this senior who is like a black pearl is so Beautiful - as she adores, Uhura is the idol of all communication students.

But she is not.She was a featureless Caucasian with light, tousled hair and freckles around the bridge of her nose.She was lucky enough to meet Uhura once. In a well-known forum, she saved more than half a semester of excellent credits in exchange for this opportunity; she almost stuttered and talked to the idol, while the black woman smiled slightly, Holding her hand that was so nervous that she was sweating: "You will definitely become an excellent passer-by."

It was that sentence that made her more determined about the path she wanted to take in the future: two years later, she graduated from the Starfleet Academy with the highest grades, and was assigned to the best ship, and then she was promoted step by step from a commuter soldier What.

And that means... she'll have to follow Uhura's advice and bravely attend Professor Vulcan's class.

Professor Spock's classes were only open to third-year students and up, and only the best, luckiest, most courageous (and resilient, as she would learn later) students were allowed to take his classes.Although he was strict and picky, and his grades were always low, but after graduation, he had a letter of recommendation—that was a stepping stone for any starship to have no reason to refuse.

Well honey, you can.Since Uhura-senpai can, of course you are fine.

She encouraged herself in her heart, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened the door and walked into the classroom.

I heard that Professor Spock is in his forties, but he really can't see it at all, more than 1 days and nights don't seem to have left the slightest trace on his face.Oh, long-lived Vulcan.At their age, is 40 just coming of age, a big kid?

Professor Spock is probably the only one who can wear a black uniform like a model on a catwalk, with chains on his shoulders, right?But she had to admit that the Vulcan looked very attractive like this: he was tall, tall and majestic, he never smiled, he didn't have any mood swings, and he even used to read aloud when pointing out the most basic and stupid problems in their lessons The general tone of a scientific report.

Also, he was very handsome.She knew that less than half of the girls in her class had a crush on this professor—they formed a small group, secretly took photos of him all day long and uploaded them to the school's internal forum. Professor Spock doesn't look like someone who would hang out in the forum, otherwise he would have found out all the IPs of the anonymous people who posted, and caught them all and threw them to his captive Sierra beasts to eat.

This thought made her stick her tongue out: Yes, she doesn't have a crush on Professor Spock, she prefers boys with blond hair; and Professor Spock's calmness looks a little scary, she thinks she must be secretly raised in the teacher's apartment There are many seramons.

Really, don't laugh.

What's more, she doesn't have time to think about these things at all: she spends all her free time every day with no distractions, timidly and timidly completing the heavy tasks assigned by Professor Vulcan—even so, she is already somewhat powerless.

But she was going to be Chief Communications Officer.Ever heard of a mission that Uhura can't complete?of course not.

However, she was gratified that such a sleepless study was finally rewarded.When she finally made it to the top of the class, Professor Spock looked at her with a little more affirmation.

"Keep it up, Student Maleth." Spock nodded at her after handing out test scores once.

And it made her happy for two and a half days.

This night she finally finished her homework, clicked send and put away the PADD and lay down on the bed, while her roommate Joanna was videoing with her friends.She and Joanna are not in the same department. The green-eyed girl is majoring in germs and pharmacology, and her father was a school doctor; but she is very familiar with the girls in the communication department—they have a common hobby: gossip and attention Gossip about all things Professor Spock.

"Jo, did you hear that someone took pictures of Professor Spock's partner!"

"Partner?" Jo leaned against the head of the bed, hugging a huge needle-free syringe pillow (Maleth thought, this must be her dad's bad taste), "tell me?"

"In the gossip section of the forum, someone uploaded it anonymously. But it's very vague, and there's only one back view—walking side by side with Professor Spock."

"Just walking side by side? That's not much evidence."

"It's normal to walk side by side, but look at their destination: the lover's gallery!"

They always like to call a corridor in the school full of vines that bloom small purple flowers the lover's corridor.It is said that it has been given this name for 20 years.

"Can you tell the guy's gender? He's wearing a hat and a long coat, and half of it is blocked by flowers and vines, so he can't see anything clearly." A girl in the video said regretfully.

Jo raised her eyebrows: "Men."

"Are you sure? How can you tell?"

"Just—" Jo paused, "It must be a man."

The girl was so sure that even she who was not interested in these things became curious.After Jo finished the video party, she sat up in bed: "Do you know Professor Spock?"

Jo pushed aside the needle-free syringe pillow, sat up and crossed her legs to face her: "Why do you say that?"

She couldn't tell.It's just a feeling. "My guess."

"Your power of observation—" Jo shook her head like an old pedant, "Maleth dear, you will definitely become the best communications officer in the future."

"You will also become the best doctor." She thanked her sincerely.

Then she was pulled by Jo to have supper, the girl complained to her while eating the skewers, since she was a child, her father never allowed her to eat