Consequences

1) Sorry this chapter is so short. It just felt right to end it there. 

2) I know Vulcans don't sweat, but, for the purposes of this fic, we're gonna pretend that Spock does. ^_^

3) Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Jim didn't sleep. At all. His previous conversation with Uhura swirled, constantly, through his mind. So, Spock was sober when they slept together? That would mean that a) he took advantage of Spock, a truly disturbing idea, or b) Spock wanted what happened to happen. Logically, Jim knew it wasn't a. Spock was three times stronger than Jim. He was pretty sure the Vulcan would have kicked his ass if he made any unwanted advances. That just left option b. It was hard for Jim to wrap his brain around the idea that Spock had wanted to sleep with him. He couldn't quite quell the giddy feeling that overtook him at the idea. Heaven knows that he had wanted to get Spock in bed since the first time he saw him, all prim and proper. He couldn't count how many times he had dreamed of running his fingers through that perfect, silky-looking hair and exploring those delicate, pointed ears with his tongue. Even then, imagining all that was causing Jim to begin stiffening in his boxer-briefs. Deciding he better get up and begin getting ready for his shift before he made himself late with alone time, Jim got to his feet and padded over to the bathroom that he and Spock shared. Noticing that the light inside was on, he began walking back toward his bed. He stopped in his tracks, however, when he heard heaving. Brow furrowing, he walked back over to the door and knocked.

“Spock, you okay in there?” he asked. There were a few more heaves before he got an answer.

“I am.” came the raspy response.

“Bullshit.” Jim muttered before he keyed in his override code and the door swished open. Spock was huddled in the floor by the toilet. Noticing the sheen of sweat beading on Spock's brow, Jim grabbed a washcloth from under the sink and wet it with cool water. He knelt beside Spock and gently took his chin in one hand, wiping at his brow with the other.

“What's wrong?” he asked the flushed Vulcan. Spock just shook his head and looked down. Jim noticed that he seemed at a loss for words and made a decision. Getting up, he walked back into his room and grabbed his communicator.

“Kirk to bridge.” After a moment, he heard Uhura's voice come through.

“This is the bridge, go ahead.”

“Spock and I are going to be late today. Have Sulu take the conn. Get in touch with me if there's an emergency.”

“Yes captain.” Uhura sounded perfectly professional, but Jim knew she must be dying to know what's going on. Walking back into the bathroom, Jim found that Spock was gone. He walked into the other room and saw the Vulcan sitting on the bed, looking like he just might toss his cookies again. Jim approached him slowly and sat beside him on the bed. He made sure to keep at least a couple of feet between them.

“What's going on Spock?” he asked gently. Spock looked conflicted. He kept his gaze on his knees and didn't look up even once. Seeming to steel his resolve, Spock looked up at Jim, brown eyes more intense than he'd ever seen them.

“I have to tell you something, Jim.”

~x~x~x~

Spock was lying in bed when the emergency communication came. His computer let out a ding and he immediately stood to answer, thinking that something may be happening with the ship. When he sat at his desk and answered, M'Benga's face showed up. Surprised, Spock quickly schooled his features and took in M'Benga's worried face.

“Spock. We ran some tests on the blood sample we took from you and found something highly unusual.”

“Go ahead.” Spock refused to admit he was slightly worried.

“Well, there was an anomaly that we looked into. It seemed like there was a particularly high level of a human hormone in your blood. Further investigation revealed that it was human chorionic gonadotropin. This hormone, hCG, is typically found in human females.”

“What are you saying Doctor M'Benga?” Spock interrupted. M'Benga looked incredulous at the results in his hand and shook his head in wonder.

“Spock, you're pregnant.”

~x~x~x~

After receiving the information from M'Benga, Spock sat, numbly, for half an hour. When he finally came back to reality, he jumped up and raced to the bathroom. Getting physically ill again, he sat by the toilet, head hanging and reeling from the news he received. How was it possible? He was male. He shouldn't be able to get pregnant! Beyond that, what was he going to do? He would have to tell Jim at some point, that much was obvious, but how? How do you tell someone who only slept with you because they were drunk that you're having their child? For the first time since he was young, Spock felt raw and exposed. His emotions were tumultuous inside and, for the first time since his mother died, he felt warm tears escape his eyes. He felt hopeless. After vomiting three more times, Spock heard a knock on the door and a voice filter through.

~x~x~x~

Spock's heart was racing. He was happy that Jim had decided to speak to him again. The moment they shared in the bathroom gave him hope that Jim didn't hate him after all. Well, yet anyway. Sitting on his bed, so close to the blonde gave him, what humans refer to as, butterflies in his stomach. He made a decision then and there. One look into those crystal blue eyes, clouded over with concern, and he knew that Jim deserved to know. Preparing himself for a violent backlash, Spock spoke.

“I have to tell you something, Jim.”

“You can tell me anything. You know that Spock.” Spock took a deep breath before he spoke again.

“I am pregnant.”