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The loud blaring of the alarm had Jim sitting up in bed with his heart racing.
Red alert.
Shit.
He turned to look at Spock who's eyes were open but he was still lying down. His hair tousled as always when he's been sleeping. Jim stumbled out of the bed, the room getting tinted red in time with the alarm and then falling back into almost darkness again. Spock has gotten out of bed almost as quickly as Jim. They need to be on the bridge immediately, whatever was happening, he needed to be there. Their clothes were strewn all over the room and Jim had problems locating what belonged to him. He found some pants and hoping it were his, he put them on. They fit so he assumed he had gotten so correct ones. Socks didn't matter as much, he just pulled on the first two he could find. He ran into an issue when he tried to put on a boot, it was clearly too big, he tossed it to Spock and found his own boot. Spock tossed him a shirt and Jim pulled it over not bothering trying to find his undershirt.
"Ready?" he asked, briskly walking to the door.
"Affirmative," Spock replied, following Jim, Jim left his quarters, Spock by his side. There was movement all around them, people running from one place to another. They entered the turbolift and got a couple of seconds to regain their breath. This was when Jim looked at Spock. Something was different. Extremely different. Spock was also staring at him. Jim slowly looked down at himself.
"Shit," he mumbled. He was wearing blue and Spock was wearing gold. Jim had wondered why his shirt was sitting a little snug.
"This is unfortunate," Spock said. A moment later the doors opened to the bridge. It was to late to do anything about this. They would just pretend like nothing was wrong. There was a red alert to sort out.
"Captain on the bridge!" Uhura announced. Scotty got out of the captain's chair. He looked at them for a moment too long but then went to one of his consoles.
"Status?" Jim demanded as he sat down.
"Klingon ship in attack position," Sulu informed him from the helm.
"Did they fire?" Jim asked. They seemed to not have been hit, he would have felt that.
"They have but they missed."
"Where are they now?"
He saw everyone working fast at their stations.
"We don't know, we lost them."
Jim turned to Spock. For a second he halted, seeing Spock in his own shirt gave him pause. He looked good in it.
"Spock, can your scanners pick up anything?" he asked.
"Negative, captain," he replied.
"Try hailing them, Lieutenant," Jim said turning to Uhura who was working frantically at her station but without any success.
"Captain, they just warped out!" Chekov announced.
"So they left? Just like that?" It made no sense to Jim. But maybe the Klingons had been surprised, hastily fired and then cloaked, before finally warping away.
"Cancel red alert and warp five, get us out of here."
Sulu and Chekov followed his instructions and finally also the red alert went off. Jim leaned back in his chair.
Sulu and Chekov started to whisper in front of him, now that the danger seemed to be over, they kept looking at him and Spock and Jim sighed, closing his eyes for a second.
"So is there a reason, Spock is wearing a captain's uniform and you're wearing a science officer uniform?" Scotty asked, leaning against Jim's chair.
Jim glared at him.
"No reason, Scotty!" he said. Everyone was already drawing their own conclusions and they were most likely not far from the truth. Jim got up.
"Alpha shift should go back to bed, I'll see everyone in the morning."
"Except Spock," he heard Chekov mumble.
"Mr. Chekov!" Jim chided and Chekov shrunk into his chair, turning bright red. It might have been true, that Spock would most likely return with Jim to his quarters but this was none of Chekov's Business.
Everyone was getting up and filed into the turbolift, leaving only the couple of people from gamma shift on the bridge. Most people with them had their quarters close to Jim's and Spock's which meant they couldn't get back into Jim's quarters together without everyone noticing. Spock should probably return to his own quarters, but people would also be noticing that. But them returning to Jim's together would just confirm everyone's suspicions.
Spock made the decision for him as he said good night and entered through his own door. Jim heard the whispering before he entered his own quarters and the door swished closed. A moment later the bathroom door opened and Spock stepped into the room.
"This was unfortunate," he said and Jim could only agree wholeheartedly.
"From now on, we're separating our clothes cleanly," Jim decided.
"As I keep saying," Spock replied and Jim got momentarily annoyed that Spock reminded him that Spock always wanted to put them away tidily while Jim just threw them on the floor when they were about to have sex. He got undressed and put his clothes on one of the chair, Spock did the same, choosing a different one, they took care to put the shirts in the right place before they went back to bed, only wearing their underpants.
