Emotionally Compromised

Jim, Not Captain

"Morning Spock," you say, sliding into a seat opposite him at the table.

He doesn't look up from his paper as he replies, "Morning Captain."

You sigh, prepared to have the conversation you've had a thousand times before. "We're not on duty yet. I have a name, Spock."

"I am aware of this." A pause. "Jim."

You grin in triumph.

A/N: These drabbles are not a story, they're just that - drabbles.

This one is only vaguely Spirky, but there's more to come, I promise.