Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing/characters: Jim Kirk x reader
Words: 606

It had been a while since I attended a movie night. They usually happened once a week on the recreational deck, but for the past few months, there had either been no movies that piqued my interest or I had been busy with other things. Tonight though, they were showing an about 250-year-old classic about space exploration gone wrong, and I had always been fascinated with how our ancestors thought the future would be.

I had asked Jim if he wanted to come along and he agreed. It was still early in our relationship, and we hadn't been on a movie date yet. This one we had agreed to keep casual, as it was very public, so we had met at the turbolift still in our uniforms. But I had to admit I took a quick sonic shower and changed into a clean uniform before heading out.

The movie was enjoyable, it was one of the more exciting ones I had seen from that era. Jim seemed to be enjoying it too, the hand he had resting on my thigh twitched at one sudden explosion and he squeezed my thigh a little during a few intense scenes. But the ending got to me. Before I really knew what was happening, I felt a few tears run down my face and I was quick to wipe them away. Crying on a date couldn't be a good thing.

I tried to sniff discreetly and camouflaged the wiping of tears with rubbing my face with tiredness. But the emotional scene just kept reaching new heights, and I gritted my teeth and cleared my throat, blinking furiously, and tried to list the components that made up a warp reactor in alphabetical order in my head to keep the emotional reaction to a minimum. I was convinced Jim would run fast the other way if he saw me this emotional over a damn sci-fi movie, our relationship was not ready for that.

The movie came to a blessed end and I pretended to be busy fishing my communicator out of my pocket, so I could turn my back to Jim and put my game face back on. But he laid a hand on my shoulder and leaned in to whisper. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I muttered. "Good movie."

He made a sound like he didn't believe me. "Yeah, it was good. Want to grab a bite in the mess hall before we call it a night?"

"I think I'll just head to bed. Goodnight." I stood up to walk out, but Jim grabbed my hand and pulled me back down.

"Is something wrong?"

I slowly turned on the seat and lifted my head to look at him, pursing my lips. He looked at me with confusion, genuinely concerned and apparently not aware of why I was lowkey freaking out. I cocked my head and stared at him.

Then he blinked. "Oh! Oooh..." He leaned in to whisper, people were still leaving or still sitting around. "Don't want me to see that you cried?"

"Something like that."

"Show me a person who wasn't affected by that ending, I dare you. That person doesn't have a heart, and I will have them transferred at first opportunity." There was something playful in his eyes and I felt my anxiousness leave my body. "Hell, I'll strike a deal with the Klingons and send them to Rura Penthe."

I couldn't help but chuckle. The day James T. Kirk struck a deal with the Klingons... No, not even if hell had frozen over. "Yes, I want to grab a bite before bed."

"Good, I'm feeling peckish."