5 Years//Spirk - (Smut)

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The one thing that every captain of a starship overlooks is that five years is a very, very long time.

See, they never think of it at the time, they're far too excited to be going out and exploring of their own free will – however under Starfleet laws and restrictions of course – that they never take the time to think about five years.

Five whole years.

It is a very long time for 430 men and women to be floating about in space.

Or rather, at this point, closer to 400.

Captain James T. Kirk was one of those men who overlooked the fact that five whole years would go by before he could go home.

It had been nearly that.

If you asked the second in command, Mr. Spock, he would tell you exactly.

"It has been four years, eleven months, two weeks and three days."

So when the Enterprise found herself orbiting an exotic, oasis of a planet inhabited by friendly, hospitable humanoid peoples, Kirk made the on-the-fly decision to let his entire crew go down to the surface for a three-day shore leave.

After all, they deserved it greatly.

However, someone had to stay. After all, if they all went down to the planet, there would be no getting back up to the Enterprise.

It was no great shock when Spock requested to stay. After all, he wasn't much one for frolicking about or wasting his free time performing frivolous and unconstructive acts. Kirk was more than willing to allow him to stay, as well as Scotty who had requested to remain behind so he could work on minor damage done to the ship's engines in the last Romulan attack.

Excited – and just slightly apprehensive, as any good Starship captain should be – Kirk was beamed down to the surface of the planet.

It took Kirk all of ten minutes to make his first mistake. He had gone through all the appropriate channels, put in all the paperwork, and requested all the identification he would need for his crew to be allowed unhindered access to the planet for a short vacation. About five minutes after they beamed down they were met by a representative from the planet's government who was only being respectful of them by offering his greetings and doing his duty to protect his planet by ensuring they were who they said they were. It took Kirk another five minutes to realize he had left his identification back onboard the Enterprise.

Fifteen minutes of frantic explaining and one quick call up to Scotty later and he was back in the familiar metal halls of his ship, ready to punch himself for his own stupidity. It was one little thing, was he really so starved for relaxation that it had slipped his mind?

He checked his quarters but found them to be empty of the required form. Damn it all. he thought. It must be on the bridge, the last place he wanted to be right now. So, sighing heavily at the thought of what Mr. Spock would say when he realized what the captain had returned for. If he hasn't figured it out already, he took the lift up to the bridge.

However, Spock wasn't standing at his post when the doors opened silently. Kirk had expected to see him bending over his station, staring quizzically at the readings of the planet, perhaps taking notes.

Doing generally Spock things.

However, he was not at his station. He wasn't even standing near the lift with Kirk's ID in hand, the slightest of playful smirks on his lips.

It took Kirk all of three seconds to see the back of the Vulcan's head and shoulders above the rear rest of his chair. He stepped forward with a smirk, about to accuse Spock of playing captain while he was gone, but a simple noise stopped him absolutely dead in his tracks.