Summary: Kirk's always wanted to take Spock on shore leave...
by Mrs Spock
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek, not I--which is a pity,
because I'd particularly like to own Spock.
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The pale light of the triple moons bathed the sandy beach in a
vaguely pinkish glow, the orange-golden sands turning a delicate
shade of apricot. A flock of native Rikka birds flew overhead, their
shrill, seagull-like cries echoing loudly in the quiet of pre-dawn,
the gentle lapping of ocean waves a soft accompaniment.
James T. Kirk, a native of Earth, and Spock, a Vulcan, sat in
companionable silence on the soft sand, awaiting the rising of this
planet's suns. How fortunate they were to find themselves alone to
witness one of the best-loved attractions in Federation space. Many
beings had visited Iagen Twelve, a human colony, simply for the
privilege of seeing the yearly spectacular of the three moons,
positioned in an almost perfect equilateral triangle, descend and be
replaced by the trio of suns, aligned in a faultlessly straight,
vertical line. Normally, places like this beach were packed with
tourists and locals alike, all vying for the best vantage point.
Certainly, Kirk remembered the crowds that had gathered the last
time he was here.
Kirk had always wanted to return here and had hoped to convince
Spock to accompany him on shore leave. Now, he sat with his friend
at his side, and watched as the three suns emerged one by one from
the very edge of the horizon as if expelled from the sea itself,
each a shade or two brighter than the preceding one. The starship
captain watched in awe, just as he had on his previous visit. After
all his years in space, seeing wonder after miraculous wonder, his
appreciation for views such as this had never diminished. If
anything, he was even more impressed with this view than he had been
last time, and that had been something special, his child eyes
marvelling at nature's perfection, the incredible synchronisation of
He glanced at his companion, a man known for his seeming
indifference in the face of natural beauty, and caught the faintest
flicker of interest in the dark eyes. "Beautiful, isn't it, Spock?"
he remarked softly, not really expecting the Vulcan to reply.
"Indeed, Jim. The precise alignment of both the moons and the suns
is quite...spectacular. A fascinating phenomenon."
Kirk smiled a little. "'Spectacular', Spock? I thought you might
have said something like 'aesthetically pleasing'."
The corners of Spock's mouth twitched. "Even I, a Vulcan, can
appreciate the rarity and uniqueness of such an occurrence. And it
is, as you say...'aesthetically pleasing'." The lips twitched up a
Kirk laughed gently, the sound swallowed up by the sea. He saw a
beautiful, sleek dolphin-like creature rise swiftly out of the water
and dive back under, repeating the manoeuvre over and over until it
swam too far away for human eyes to follow.
"I'm glad you got to see this, Spock. I think this was my favourite
of all the places we visited when I was a child. We travelled quite
a bit until I was about ten. Until I went to Tarsus." He looked away
Spock, wanting this to be pleasant experience for them both, sought
to change the subject. "Jim, now that the suns have risen, where
shall we go next? I have not before been to Iagen Twelve, but I have
heard there are many more fascinating things to see."
Kirk, unable to resist smirking at Spock's use of his favourite
word, was grateful for the distraction. "So, you want me to play
tour guide, huh?" The Vulcan nodded. "Well..." He paused, thinking
deeply. There were no duties here, no commitments to Starfleet; they
were free to do what they wished. "How about we have breakfast?
There's a great little café just over there, at the end of the
beach. When I was here last, they gave me the biggest, tastiest ice
cream I've ever had. It's a wonder it stayed on the cone. Of course,
my perception of size might have been a little off; I was only
"After that, we can go for a walk. There's a whole maze of walking
tracks that go through different parts of the nature reserve. Sam
and I did a few of them but we didn't have nearly enough time to do
them all." He looked sharply at Spock to see whether his suggestion
met with approval.
The Vulcan nodded impassively. "As you wish." It was a standard
Spock reply, neither giving nor denying approval, but Kirk
recognised the gleam of curiosity in his eyes.
Spock's eyes were wide in surprise as Kirk shuffled carefully over
to the café table the Vulcan was sitting at. He had a cone in each
hand, upon which sat an impossible, Spock thought, number of scoops
of ice cream in a variety of flavours.
Kirk caught Spock's astonished gaze. "Amazing, aren't they?"
"Quite improbable, I should think. I am certain that each of those
confections is in direct violation of the laws of physics."
"Here," the human said between licks, handing the other ice cream to
Spock. "I asked for every flavour they had. Enjoy."
"Thank you, Jim," the Vulcan replied, watching curiously as his
friend licked at one flavour and then another, the tip of his nose
getting in the way and ending up coated in ice cream.
Cautiously, lest his own nose suffer the same
chilly fate, Spock stuck out his tongue and licked at a bright green
scoop with just the tip. Suddenly surprised by the assault on his
tongue of tangy lime flavour and coldness, he thrust the cone away
from his face and raised both slanted brows, a violent shudder
coursing through him.
The Vulcan gulped, trying to swallow the coolness away from his
tongue, which felt numb. "Indeed," was all he managed to get out.
"I gather they don't have anything like ice cream on Vulcan." Spock
shook his head. "Well, you'd better eat that before it melts. Try
the blue flavour. I don't know what it is, but it's delicious!"
Choosing to take their walk in the heat of the three suns, allowing
Spock to thaw out somewhat, they came across a market in the town
square. There were stalls selling everything from home baked foods
to apparel to livestock. A magician was entertaining a small
gathering of onlookers with a routine of tricks, new and old.
Kirk pointed at the old man who had the crowd enthralled by making
volunteers disappear. "That guy was there doing that trick when I
was here last. I couldn't figure out how he did it." He turned to
where he thought the Vulcan stood, waiting for a treatise on methods
of illusion and an entire explanation of the workings of this
particular trick. Instead, his friend was nowhere to be seen.
He searched through the audience, eventually finding Spock standing
a few metres behind the magician, bent over, his head cocked to one
side, watching the old man intently. Kirk stood next to the Vulcan,
concerned about his behaviour. "Spock, what are you doing?"
Apparently unaware he was no longer alone, Spock stood up, startled.
A puzzled expression replaced his surprise. "I am trying to
ascertain the means by which this gentleman achieves the illusion of
disappearance. I can detect no transporter devices, nor does there
appear to be any kind of trapdoor or hidden exit. It is most
"Spock, you have the curiosity of a cat." He chuckled
lightly. "You're not supposed to work out how it's done. Of course,
there's a logical explanation for it, but half the fun is thinking
there's real magic involved."
"Quite illogical." As expected, his right eyebrow rose several
Kirk was busy thinking of a rejoinder when a faint, insistent
beeping intruded upon his thoughts. "Damn." He reached for his
communicator, only to find he wasn't carrying one.
"Captain, I must end the meld; I believe Mister Scott is trying to
reach us on the comm system."
Slowly, the market on Iagen Twelve faded out and Kirk found himself
standing in a turbolift on the *Enterprise*. Spock was talking with
the chief engineer.
"We'll have ye oot in no time, Mister Spock. Stand by."
"Standing by, Mister Scott." Spock turned to Kirk. "The problem has
been resolved, Captain. Mister Scott has effected repairs and the
turbolift should be functional shortly."
Just then, the lift began to move upwards from where it had been
stuck--with both senior officers on board--between decks four and
The captain turned to Spock, his face depicting a combination of
regret and mirth. "Well, Spock, it's a pity our shore leave was
cancelled so early. I'm sure you would have found the wildlife
The Vulcan knew he was falling into a trap and yet he couldn't seem
to stop himself from answering. "Indeed, Captain. Perhaps, you will
be able to show me another time."
Kirk grinned victoriously. "Of course, you know that we'll actually
have to go there. I mean, the mind meld was great for remembering
the beach and the sunrise and the ice cream, but Sam and I didn't do
all the walks and my memory's sort of...hazy."
Spock sighed in defeat. How many times had Kirk managed to con him
into accompanying him on shore leave? And yet, somehow he didn't
really seem to mind...
"Y'know, Spock, that mind meld's a great way to pass time when
you're stuck in a turbolift. I must remember to always travel with a
Vulcan in case it ever happens again. Maybe next time we could go to
Delma Four, or Arctus Prime..."
The Vulcan sighed again, raised both winged eyebrows, and stepped
out onto the bridge with his captain, wondering what he had done to
deserve such a friend.
Schooling his features into his usual decorous Vulcan mask, he found
himself reflecting fondly on his friendship with Kirk and thinking,
with more than a little curious anticipation, about his next shore