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[vulcancommander]

Spock wasn't the social type. He didn't do as well as a Human when it came to gatherings like these, but as the First Officer of the Federation's flagship and no where to hide from the Captain for it, Spock had to go.

There were various ambassadors on board, stationed in large guest quarters on the ship, which was heading towards the planetoid Babel in the Alpha Quadrant. There was to be a conference there between various species on the division of dilithium between them, trying to make it fair and what not.

The Vulcan was in his quarters, pulling on the shirt for his dress uniform with a sigh. He didn't want to go, these things were better for Kirk and John, not him.

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[vulcancommander.livejournal.com]

"I will stay here with you then until you are ready to depart for the recreation room." Spock moves to sit on the biobed, watching him for a few moments. "I was informed you had already done inventory during the early hours of Alpha shift."

Spock was usually the OCD perfectionist, not John.

[fuck-mars.livejournal.com]

"Neither do I, why do you think I am triple checking out stocks?" He laughs looking at Spock with a half smile.

[vulcancommander.livejournal.com]

"We cannot spend too much time here without drawing attention to our absence." He noted, brow raising a little bit. "We are required to be at the recreation room, and Captain Kirk will not allow this to go unnoticed if we do not arrive."

Spock got to his feet and walked over to John. "Unless you promise to meet me there after you finish checking the stock this third time?"

_{[Convince him to go, and then the ship gets attacked by Orions? :3]}

[fuck-mars.livejournal.com]

"I promise Spock I will met you there when I am done checking these." He chuckles a little giving Spock a soft smile.

[vulcancommander.livejournal.com]

"Then I will go 'mingle' with the guests, as the Captain words it." Spock leaned to press a kiss to John's cheek, then moving his fingers over the doctor's before heading out of Medical.

Entering the Recreation room, Spock did mingle, but spent more time estimating the amount of time it would take for John to join them, rather than socialize. He wasn't good at the latter anyways.

[fuck-mars.livejournal.com]

John shows up around 20 minutes later and gets himself a drink from the drink table and shoots Spock a smile.

[vulcancommander.livejournal.com]

Spock mingles as best as he can, not feeling comfortable at all in the situation until the doors hiss open to let John in. He nods to return the smile, before excusing himself from the conversation he'd been listening to and going over to the CMO.

"You took twenty-one minutes and thirty seconds to finish your inventory?" He asked him, refilling his own drink.

[fuck-mars.livejournal.com]

"I finished the inventory answered a couple questions from the doctor I left in med bay and washed my hands before heading over here. " John nods smiling at Spock, as he puts some food on a plate and walks to one of the sitting areas. "Are you alright?"

[vulcancommander.livejournal.com]

Spock fills his plate as well with some fruits and breads before following John to the sitting area. "I am...decent. I am unaccustomed to occasions such as this, as you know I am not at my best with this many people around me."

He was doing a pretty good job of hiding that though.

[fuck-mars.livejournal.com]

John puts an arm around Spock and leads him over to a seating area with less people and takes a seat at the table.

"Just take a deep breath, this will be over in an hour at the most." He gives the Vulcan and comforting smile.

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Spock has a seat next to him, making sure to keep an appropriate distance from the other. This was, after all, public, not in the privacy of their own quarters. He took a deep breath, controlling the way he looked physically so it wouldn't look he was nervous or any such nonsense from the amount of people around them.

"Yes, though I estimate that the 'party' will be done in one hour and twenty three minutes, due to the way the captain interacts with the various guests."

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Bones nods and smiles at Spock and works on his plate, chatting politely with whoever comes up to them. He gets up and goes and gets them a couple of drinks and sits back down close to Spock.

[vulcancommander.livejournal.com]

Spock listens to the conversations that John engages with the guests, speaking up from time to time. He was just starting to feel comfortable in the situation after his mate had returned when something hit and shook the ship.

The guests around them startled, looking around for any sign of what had happened, but Spock and the captain were looking at each other. To the bridge was what that look said. Giving the quickest Vulcan kiss to John, the Commander abandoned his food and drink on the table and headed out the door while Kirk lingered a little to inform the guests to stay calm and what not.

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He returns the kiss with a human on and watches Spock take off.

Bones gets to his feet shuddering, god he hated when this shit happened as if he didn't have enough goddamn problems living in this flying tin can.


But after a deep breath the tares through the halls to medbay to weight for possible wounded and word from Jim and Spock on what the hell is going on.

[vulcancommander.livejournal.com]

Spock heads to the bridge, the feeling of John's kiss still lingering on his skin as he takes his position on the bridge. It was a ship that wasn't a Klingon - amazingly - but from the scans and Scotty's knowledge of ships, it seemed to be Orion.

A battle was engaged, with the Orions demanding for the ambassadors and various other representatives not be taken to Babel. They didn't give reasons why, and Kirk ordered for shields to go up. Not three seconds after that order was given and carried out, the battle engaged.

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John gets medical ready for the incoming wounded barking orders and slamming his hand down on the intercom.

"What in the hell is going on."

[vulcancommander.livejournal.com]

The ship shakes under another blast that grazes a part of the ship.

"We are being attacked, Leonard." Spock answers, since Kirk is busy arguing with Scotty about how much their shields can handle damn it. "They do not wish to negotiate over taking the ambassadors on the ship to the planet Babel."

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"Great fucking great." John shuts off the comm as wounded from the hit decks start to come in and he gets to work

[vulcancommander.livejournal.com]

About to retort that such explicitness weren't needed, the communication was shut off before Spock turned back to the situation at hand. The battle was getting worse, the shields were starting to weaken a bit after each successive blow.

Jim was still giving orders while Spock and Scott were trying to pinpoint a section of the opposing ship that was weak - anything to deal damage to it to stop it from firing. All the firing, if the Commander were Human, would be making him nervous with how close the reports were saying it was getting to the level that Medical was situated on.

[fuck-mars.livejournal.com]

The warning lights are blaring and John is doing surgery on some poor kid from engineering, when the ship rocks again. "Goddamn it. When are they going to get this shit under control." He curses, patching the kid up enough so he wont die, so can move on to the next, he hopes and prays that their will be enough time and ship to throughly patch these kids up later.