#keepcalmandletshavedinner

Jim had been working on the same report for 5 hours. Five hours. He just didn’t know what to say; the mission had been a success, but it had been so… bizarre that he had no words to describe it. If Bones had been around, he might have been able to help. But Jim was alone, in his cabin, with his hands buried in his hair. The door buzzed a few minutes later and Jim shouted for them to enter.

“Captain, McCoy seemed to think you were in need of assistance.” Spock walked over to where Jim was slumped in his chair. “I can offer that assistance if you wish.” Spock, as usual, spoke matter-of-factly. Jim looked up, peaking through his fingers, and nodded his head slowly.

“That would be greatly appreciated, Mr Spock.” He smiled, putting his hands back on the desk. “I just… can’t seem to get this report down. I know the events, I remember everything correctly but-” He paused, gesturing to the pad, and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just not happening.” Jim sighed heavily. Spock came to sit next to him, his warm Vulcan body pressed against Jim’s side, and looked over what Jim had written.

“If you don’t mind, Captain, I could write the next section for you. I was present at the time, my input could prove useful.” Spock began to write and Jim leaned back in his chair.

“Spock, you always prove useful.” He said and laced his fingers together behind his head, watching Spock complete the report efficiently and probably in more detail than Jim could ever imagine replicating.

“Come on, Spock! I’ve done it before, it’s fun, believe me.” Jim tugged on the sleeve of Spock’s jumper, his big blue eyes imploring the Vulcan child to give in. He didn’t grasp the concept of Vulcan emotions being deep and hidden. Spock didn’t have the heart to tell him.

“It is not logical to take a vehicle you cannot operate simply for… fun, Jim.” He frowned, pushing Jim’s arms away and crossing his own. Jim sighed, opening the door to the red car and climbing in. “Jim, what are you doing?”

“I’m going for a ride, duh! Just ‘cause your scared to come with me doesn’t mean I have to stay here.” He spoke petulantly, slamming the door shut with as much strength as his small body possessed. Spock shook his head and weighed the possibilities of Jim being caught, being injured or injuring others, and decided that it would be best if Spock went with him.

He was not curious in any way of what ‘joyriding’ entailed.

“Are you sure you can operate this vehicle? You are too young by Earth’s laws to-”

“Oh shut up, Spock, you’ll suck the fun out of it.” He said, a grin on his face as he put the car into drive and pressed his foot down on the accelerator. Spock tried not to think of his father’s stern voice and his mother’s disappointed face if they discovered this activity. But Jim’s excitement was palpable, and Spock felt it start to tingle in his skin as the car roared down the dirt road and out into the open.