Note: The more explicit version of this story was written for the KiSCon Contest-zine 2001.
The scene seemed to be idyllic. Palms swayed slowly in the wind. The sun was warming blue water and
golden sand. An exotic bird lilted his song. Two nearly naked figures rested lazily on towels. The
sun had already tanned their skin. Both were deeply absorbed by their literature.
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Summary: Kirk and Spock are enjoying shore leave with some special surprises for Jim
♦ Treasure Hunt ♦
Kirk/Spock by T'Len; PG-13
tlen2 @ freenet.de
Jim Kirk sighed and clapped his book shut. His fingers traced lovingly over the title written in
gold letters on the leather cover. The old edition of "Treasure Island" by Robert Louis Stevenson
had been Spock's birthday present to him.
Hearing the human's sound Spock lay his data padd aside and looked questioningly on his companion.
As Jim saw Spock's arched eyebrow he shrugged his shoulders and tried to explain. "I was just
envious of those old times. Sometimes I wish I would have lived then."
A second brow rose to new heights. "Why should one desire to live then? Those times were anything
but pleasant. Less cleanliness with an accompanying ratio of disease, high incidences of starvation
and malnutrition, greatly decreased life expectancy, and so on."
"Yeah, but there were also adventures. A man could discover new frontiers, unknown islands or the
wild west of northern America for example." Another envious sigh escaped Jim's mouth.
"Jim, I would say our lives were also full of adventures and discoveries."
"But that's in our past, Spock. Look at what are we now. A deskbound admiral and a teacher at the
academy. I miss our old life, Spock. I miss the ship and our friends and all the adventures. I even
miss our old holidays. Then we were used to having fun on Wrigley's or Argelius. Now we are lying on
a safe and sandy beach of Kauai."
Jim quickly added, as he saw the slight but unmistakable shadow of disappointment on Spock's face,
"Don't get me wrong, I love being here with you. But I'm so bored from just resting in the sand and
reading old books. And we are only here for three days. I need some distraction."
Spock thought for a moment then rose up from his towel and extended his hand to Jim. "Would you like
me to distract you for awhile?"
The mischievous glimmer in dark Vulcan eyes let Jim guess what sort of distraction Spock had in
mind, and he rose eagerly to his feet.
Satisfied from their lovemaking Jim stretched lazily beside Spock on the double bed. His gaze
traveled through the sleeping room in their rented beach cabin and finally to the old chest in one
corner which served as a table for some exotic plants. "I've wondered since our arrival if there
could be something inside. It's look like an old pirate chest."
Curious, Jim went to his feet and examined the furniture closer. When he saw that the lock was open,
he placed the plants aside and pushed the lid up and gazed inside.
"Spock!" Jim's cry couldn't hide his surprise as he drew a piece of paper into the light. "That
looks like an old treasure map. Do you think there could be some old pirate treasure somewhere
nearby, hidden for hundreds of years? Think of it, Spock. Imagine the gold and silver, possibly even
Any boredom was forgotten. Now Jim Kirk became not only the adventurous Starfleet captain but also
a curious child again. There was a mystery to solve and he was the man for the task. "Oh please,
Spock, say you'll help me with this. Let's examine the map, see if we can decode it."
Half an hour later they were on a treasure hunt, equipped with a spade and the map. To Jim's sheer
delight it didn't take them long to decode the symbols and find the right direction. Soon he was
sure that the sand beneath the old Banyan tree behind the next bay was the right place to dig.
Eagerly he went to his task, declining every offer of help from Spock. Jim was so absorbed in his
adventure that he didn't stop to wonder why the soil was too loose or the treasure chest was hidden
too near the surface for be an authentic piece of antiquity.
Soon the chest was freed and closely observed from all sides. Unfortunately this lock was closed.
Jim registered it with frustration. "Shit." He groaned. "We should have brought a phaser with us or
some corrosive acid to open the lock."
"I suggest you try this." With an inexpressive face Spock presented a key out of his trousers
Jim looked at the key, then up at Spock. "What the...?" What was his mysterious Vulcan up to now?
"I suppose we should find out if this fits, then." he said, a small grin tugging at the corners of
his mouth. The key indeed fit easily in the lock. The lid sprang open, but instead of old treasure,
a little velvet box came into view.
Jim took it in his hand and opened it. His face grew solemn as he saw the contents: A small platinum
ring, a Vulcan bonding bracelet and a handwritten card on which he spotted Spock's character
immediately. Jim glanced at the Vulcan who still observed him with dark unreadable eyes.
Jim read aloud. "Jim, I love thee. Would thee give me the honor to marry me in the tradition of your
world and to bond with me in the tradition of my world."
Jim's eyes grew wide as he raised them to gaze at his companion. "Spock." He stammered. "When have
you done this? I mean... how? I'm speechless. I never expected this. I don't know what to say."
The Vulcan features still remained impassive. "Last night as you slept soundlessly I arranged
everything. I planned to propose to you in some way which humans would consider romantic before our
holiday started. I read that this tradition is still very highly recommended. When I saw our
sleeping room I knew sooner or later you would be curious enough to observe the contents of the
chest. And I knew you would love some sort of adventure, so the plan of the treasure hunt was
formed. As for your answer, there are only two possibilities, Jim: Yes or no."
"Yes, yes, of course yes. Don't even think of no." Jim flung his arms around Spock's neck and kissed
him deeply. Then he backed away looking honestly in Spock's eyes. "I love you, Spock. You're my true