Kirk glances over his shoulder and meets Spock’s gaze. His shoulders drop as if in relief, he smiles.
Spock’s fingers tighten against the urge for skin-to-skin in order to fully understand, but perhaps he does not require it. Perhaps – he has to consider – neither of their reactions are illogical. Spock was the first officer Kirk came upon on the planet. Kirk associates him with that moment, with rescue and safety. And for Spock, determined not to allow another Starfleet officer to be lost…
Isn’t service in Starfleet predicated on mutual protection? While his connection to Kirk isn’t that which he had with Una, Hemmer, or Michael, isn’t Starfleet a bond of kinship nonetheless?
His controls smooth, settle, as he seats himself next to Kirk. Maintaining a distance throughout the day now seems illogical.
Source: Find Me in the Stars, by spirkme – Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
A lovely post-season 1 SNW fic about two complicated people in complicated situations finding themselves drawn together rather unexpectedly.