lallyloo (lallyloo) wrote in simple_feeling,

Fic: Pirates, Spies, and Bedtime Stories 3/8

Title: Pirates, Spies, and Bedtime Stories 3/8
Series: ST XI
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~800
Disclaimer: They're not mine, unfortunately.
Notes: For two prompts (here and here). Just a short update! The next part will be longer.
Part I | Part II

Summary: Kirk & Spock arrive in the transporter room de-aged to five years old. While crew members search for a solution, Kirk & Spock play together on the Enterprise. Fluffy de-aged fic.

McCoy is piling blankets at the foot of the small bed when Kirk and Spock finally wander out of the bathroom. They're both wearing gray regulation pajamas, and Jim's are buttoned haphazardly.

“Did you boys brush your teeth like I asked you to?”

“Yeah,” Jim says as he grits his teeth and gives an exaggerated smile. “And then I showed them to Spock and then I brushed them again.”

“Glad to hear it,” McCoy says as he points to the bed. “I had my yeoman bring an extra cot to my quarters. You two will sleep in here together, and I'll be in the next room if you need anything. Alright?

Both boys nod as they climb onto the bed. Spock lies stiffly on his back while Jim throws himself down on his front and buries his face in a pillow. McCoy pulls the sheet and blanket over them and lays an extra blanket over Spock.

“Computer, lights off.” McCoy says as he heads for the door, and Spock feels Jim tense beside him.

Jim turns his head just as the lights go dark. “Bones?”

The doctor's silhouette fills the doorway. “Yeah, kid?”

“Can I have some water?”

“Sure. You want some too, Spock?”

“Negative. I am sufficiently hydrated.”

There's a low chuckle as McCoy disappears into the other room.

Jim sits up when the doctor returns. McCoy sets the lights to 20% and watches as Jim gulps down the water.

“Easy, Jim. Not too much before bed.”

He takes the cup from Jim when it is half-empty and sets it on the small table beside the bed. “I'll leave this here in case you're thirsty, but remember not to drink too much. If you boys need me in the night just holler.”

McCoy turns the lights off again, and heads for the door.


The silhouette in the doorway turns back again. “Yeah?”

“Can you tell us a story?”

McCoy turns the lights up again and sits on the edge of the small bed. “It's way past your bedtime tonight, kid. But I'll tell you a story tomorrow night, okay?”


The doctor makes an X across his heart with his index finger. “Promise.”

Jim seems content with that answer and is silent until McCoy turns the lights off again. “Bones?”

“What is it, kid?”

“Can we have a snack?”

The silhouette in the doorway laughs again. “Now you're just finding excuses to stay up. You had a snack right before you brushed your teeth. Now it's bedtime.”

Jim turns his face into the pillow and his voice is muffled when he replies, “okay.”

“Goodnight Jim, goodnight Spock.”

“Goodnight,” they reply in unison.

There are a few minutes of silence, save for the rustling of Jim's head against the pillow, and Spock is nearly asleep when Jim speaks again.

“Spock? You awake?”

“I am very tired but I am currently still conscious.”

Jim turns his head on the pillow so he's facing Spock. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Spock has never been told a secret before, and he silently acknowledges a sense of happiness and surprise within himself.

“Of course, Jim.” Spock pauses for a moment before admitting, “I would like that.”

“You promise you won't tell? Not even Bones?”

“I assure you, the idea had not occurred to me.”

“But promise.”

“I promise, Jim.”

Jim takes a deep breath before he leans in closer and whispers, “I'm scared of the dark.”

Spock knows it's illogical to be afraid of the dark, but he is also no stranger to illogical fears. Spock turns to look at Jim, just barely able to make out the bright blue eyes in the darkness, and when he senses Jim's fear he suddenly feels the need to protect him.

“Jim,” Spock whispers back. “Do you realize this room is the same in the dark as it is when the lights are set to 100%?”

“Yeah, I know,” Jim replies. “But it still looks scary when the lights are off.”

“Does it help you to know that I am not afraid of the dark?”

Jim shifts again and pulls the blanket up to his chin. “A little bit, yeah.”

“So you might feel fear, but I am confident that we will be perfectly safe in this room until morning.”


Jim is silent for several more minutes.



“Will you hold my hand until I fall asleep?”

Spock reaches out and is pleased to discover his own small fingers fit perfectly in Jim's hand.

Jim turns back onto his stomach and buries his face in his pillow. Spock smiles to himself in the dark as he thinks about the first secret anyone has ever shared with him, and he holds his new friend's hand until they both fall asleep.


Tags: author: lallyloo, de-aged, kirk/spock, rating: pg
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