Star Trek

Tiredness made Kirk's speech slur, and he couldn't actually remember what he had just said.He wraps himself around Spock, letting his partner's breath envelop him completely: "I mean... a kitt?"

Spock blinked. "Okay. As you wish."

Kirk was really sleepy.Still clinging to the hem of Spook's shirt with his fingers, he closed his eyes and yawned again.

END

【Extras】

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They didn't go anywhere in winter and stayed at home.

Spock was preparing their dinner while Kirk was sitting on the rug with a cat teaser and playing with Meli - the palm-sized, gray and white kitten that was at home after their vacation in Cove Cove Found on a big tree by the door.It was a windy day, and the little thing shivered between the gnarled trunks and branches, and Kirk scratched a brand new uniform for it, but he thought it was worth it because—"probably a fateful encounter."

Kirk is happy, and that's all it takes for Spock to decide to keep the cat.

The cat was named after Kirk. Spock raised an eyebrow. "Meli?"

"Yes, honey." Kirk looked at the purring kitten clinging to his feet, lifting her up with one hand.She has pink meat pads and pink nose, moist and soft, she rubs against the palm of her master, then sticks out her tongue to lick him, with a milky voice, acting like a baby to Kirk. "Hey... who's our little sweetheart?"

His captain is about to melt into a Kirk-shaped pool of water with the furry little thing, Spock thinks.

He contacted Dr. Joseph a few days ago and told him about Meli.The doctor was very happy and told him that the results of many experiments showed that keeping pets can reduce the PCL-5 scale—in other words, it can improve and alleviate PTSD.

"This is great news, Commander. I can definitely say that the captain's condition is improving and recovering faster than we expected - you have made a very good effort." "I am equally grateful Your contribution, Doctor."

They're all working hard for Kirk, as is Kirk himself. Spock knows.Human beings are not vulnerable when awake, but when his consciousness approaches sleep, he loses his defenses: many times before falling asleep, Kirk told him in a daze - Spock, I'll be better.

【It will be fine. 】

Even if he doesn't believe it himself.

But Spock knows his mate will be fine, for them.He served fil-rak and kreyla, and while Kirk always complained about the blandness of these Vulcan dishes, it was good for the body, so he insisted that they always have them on the menu.

Even though humans don't love these things, the scent attracts cats, Meli twitched her ears, fled from Kirk's arms, and flew at him like an arrow from the string, Spock just in time to pick up the porcelain white bowl to prevent the plomeek soup from splashing When he came out and burned her, she meowed at him aggrievedly, her tail drooped down and she ran away in desperation.

Kirk laughs at the scene, and Spock watches the human fascinated - he looks unbelievably happy.

"Spock...Spock, hey honey." Kirk caught his gaze, tilted his head, and then the laugh turned into a more focused one before walking towards the table, "I know your telsu Handsome and charming, but you don't need to keep your eyeballs in the soup."

He put down the bowl and leaned over to kiss the corner of the human's lips.

"...Yes, he did."

END

61. 【Spirk】How to talk with your leaders' kids

How to talk properly with your leaders' kids and then shake their hands

This is Ensign Nyino's second week as a full-time J-tube maintainer in the Enterprise's engine department.His day starts from the beta shift, the task is not heavy, he hums a little song and wipes his beloved equipment, when the superior leader comes to check, he hides in the rest room to listen to the girls chatting, and walks by them for a little while snack. Nyino knows himself very well. He has no ambitions, does not pay attention to promotions and salary increases and gossip, loves the ordinary and ordinary, and knows the truth of contentment and happiness. In other words, he lives a little timidly.His thinking is not quick, his expression is not smooth, he is not tall, he is not handsome, he will blush when girls look at him more often, his heart is pounding when the leader speaks louder, his hair is messed up like a bird's nest, and he always looks like a bird. "Keep close to strangers—I'm so scared" vibe; the only thing he deserves is a pair of nice blue eyes, but he has no desire to use them for himself.

As a red shirt member temporarily deployed from the Yorktown base, he knows that he is definitely not as high as the pipes he overhauls every day. It is enough to sneak a glance at his most admired Captain Scott every day; The curse rumors are not true, and it would be best if he can live in peace until he retires.He never expected to have any intimate contact with high-level officials, and he didn't even meet the captain and first mate—oh, their voices on the ship's radio were pretty nice; what did they look like? Nyino vaguely remembered that the captain also seemed to have a pair of blue eyes, bluer than his own.

This day was no different for the lad.He's just finished his first routine check, and he's finishing his daily report on the PADD listening to music, with a beautiful plate of cranberry-raspberry biscuits baked by his Orion colleagues, and Sabotage in his earphones—their esteemed Mr. Chief Engineer did not know why he fell in love with this song. Nyino thought that if he wanted to learn from Mr. Scott, then listening to the song he listened to was also an essential link.

"Can I taste them?"

In addition to the noise of the earphones, another voice suddenly came out. Nyino was too immersed in the rhythm of rock and metal, and was taken aback by the sound and almost knocked over the biscuit with shaking hands.He quickly stabilized the biscuit, took off the earphone nervously, pushed PADD aside and looked back to see who it was - the control room of the beta shift was obviously only accessible with the authorization code of himself and the officer.

It would be bad if the officer caught him eating snacks during working hours. He turned his head a little guilty, and even thought of the tragic situation when he was fired and went back to Yorktown to find a small bar as a bartender; but——

The boy blinked at him expectantly.A little boy, seven or eight years old, with black hair, blue eyes, white skin, and pointed ears, another smaller baby was sleeping peacefully on his back.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the boy asked again: "Excuse me, am I allowed to taste them?"

Nyino's brain hadn't fully processed the information, so he could only follow the boy's gaze and land on his own biscuit, then he nodded tremblingly: "Yes...of course."

The boy looked at no one outside, carefully closed the cabin door and came over, tiptoed, took a piece from the plate, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and commented: "10% cranberry and 5.1% raspberry air-dried 25% carbohydrates and 29.86% water, 8.77% fat and 7.01% butter, 1% food coloring. So, what kind of flavoring agent is the remaining 13.26%?"

Nyino listened blankly to the child's computer-like analysis of the ingredients of the biscuits, and shook his head blankly: "Sorry, I... I don't know, it was made by someone else."

The boy tilted his head and looked at him for a few seconds, as if trying to determine whether what he said was true.Then, with the baby on his back, he bowed slightly to him: "Thank you for your hospitality, it's the first time we meet, please give me your advice." He glanced at the duty information on the computer behind him, "...Second Lieutenant Nyino."

Nyino always feels that this sentence structure and movements are very earthy and very oriental.Which country is it?

He didn't know whether it was better to ask for the child's information now, or to report to his superiors that unrelated people broke into the engine room.He glanced at the PADD, the hesitant spare child struggling to undo the sack, trying to transfer the baby on his back to his chest.

The child noticed his gaze and raised his eyebrows: "You want to know my private information."

Nyino opened his mouth: "Can you know what I'm thinking?"

"My race has telepathic abilities." He finally took the baby into his arms, freeing his hands and clasping his thumb and index finger. "Very small amount. Do you prefer to know my full name or my nickname?"

Nyino said slowly, "Nick... let's call it."

The boy replied: "Ko-mekh calls me Chico, and this is my younger sister Chaya."

Ko-mekh?what is that? Nyino wanted to ask why they were here, but suddenly the computer beeped a shrill alarm, and the second lieutenant was taken aback again, and hurriedly turned around to check every piece of information to see what was wrong. Chico glanced at the screen: "The valve of the turbine drainage machine is stuck, the number W-B76-Alpha can be repaired automatically."

Nyino swallowed