Chapter 2

"Goddammit, Jim, Why is it that nearly every mission, you end up in here!"

Kirk's eyelids began to flutter and then finally opened; he could hear somebody running around, franticly. His head was pounding like mad and he felt rather dizzy. He tried feeling for his soundings, wondering where he was and also attempted to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through to his chest. He gulped nervously and lifted up his torn shirt, casting his eyes downwards to meet a whole load of stitches and bloody bandages. Oh Great, he was going to have a huge scar, that's all he needed. Jim let out a groan at the sight of it, as well as the discomfort, and flopped back down. He then began to let out some violent coughs which left him light headed.

"Ah you're awake" McCoy said quickly, moving his way over to him, scanning over his body.

"What...happen?" he managed to croaked out, struggling to remember the events that had happen.

"You don't remember it, well to be honest I didn't think you would." he replied, checking the deep wounds were clean on his head where he had fallen.

Before the captain could even open his mouth to reply, McCoy started to tell what had happened.

"Well to begin with, Spock came running into the Grand hall like a mad man, carrying you bridal style and-"

The captain knew he shouldn't had laughed but the mere image in his mind, made him chuckle out loud.

"Jim, it wasn't funny" he said sharply, pulling a serious expression at him in which Jim immediately shut his trap. He continued. "He was absolutely covered in your blood, and, My God! You had a giant bloody icicle sticking out of your chest!" he raised his hands and began to show how big it was, exaggerating how close Kirk was to death.

"You know, I don't think I have ever seen so such emotion on Spock's face before. We managed to get Scotty to beam you up to the enterprise real fast, and then carried you off to the medical bay." McCoy paused for a couple of seconds then sighed noisily. "You have no idea how lucky you are to be alive, if no one had found you sooner... You would have been a dead man."

Kirk managed to process the story into his still pounding head. So it weren't for Spock he wouldn't have been alive now. Wait, Hang on, where was Spock?

"I'll let Spock know you're awake. Hell, he even wanted to stay by your side. I had to convince him that there was nothing he could do to help." McCoy said irritably, as if he read the captains mind. With that he turned on his heels and made his way to the conn, leaving Jim alone with his thoughts, which were mainly about a certain Vulcan.

The rest of the crew every so often gazed anxious glances at each other, worried for their captain, but not as much as Spock.

Spock just couldn't concentrate, the read outs on his screen were just one massive big blur. He wanted to get off the bridge, badly. He let his black chair swivel slowly round and looked sadly at the empty space in the captain's chair.

"Calling to Bridge."

Spock jumped in surprise of McCoy's voice and rushed over to the conn.

"Spock here, any updates on the captain's status" he said, pressing the button and putting on the best motionless voice he could.

"He's awake. You can come down and see him if you like" he lowered his voice at the last sentence which sounded surprisingly gentle.

"Of course, Spock out" he hovered for a moment pondering whether he should go or not, he finally made up his mind and made his way towards the empty tubolift.

"Sulu, you're in charge" Spock said, before the lift closed shut.

As the lift went down he leant back on the metal wall and brought his hands to his face. These feelings were incredibly puzzling. He had no control over them, it was even interrupting him work. He also wondered if he should start to act on his new discovered feelings, but somehow he knew they weren't going to be returned. The captain was interested in women, especially when it was time for shore leave which he always had a disliking to because he did not see the point, and the chance that he would be able to obtain a long term relationship was very unlikely. The negative ideas flowing into his brain brought sadness to his heart, watching him love another woman… instead of him. He had no choice, he would just have to ignore these illogical feelings, and he could do that. He was a strong emotionless Vulcan.

"Yes, but Only half- Vulcan" a voice in the back of his mind teased him, as if it were laughing at him.

The lift doors opened with a slight ding, he promptly remanded his posture, hands behind back as he walked down the corridor to the medical bay, carefully avoiding other members of the crew.

Every step closer he took made his stomach want to tie in knots. He should see Jim, yet what if he could not control his emotions in front of him? What if he did something foolish?

At long last Spock reached the medical bay. He debated if he should just turn back to the bridge or just head towards his quarters to mediate. He hesitated slightly and then at last entered quietly, not wanting to draw to much attention to himself.

Spock found his handsome captain sitting up on the bed, his eyes looking straight ahead towards the wall which only meant he was bored. He looked closer at his face, he looked so pale at the loss of blood, there were even dark rings developing around his once cheerful brown eyes. His heart broke slightly as he remembered the sheer pain on Kirks face when he carried him off to the grand hall. The half-Vulcan coughed so Jim could acknowledge his presence.

The captain snapped out of his day dream and turned to face his friend, his once bored expression lighted up instantly at the sight of his first officer.

"Hey Spock!" he smiled, happily not knowing that every time he did smile like that at the half breed, he made Spock's knees want to give way, "Come sit next to me" he patted on the chair next to him.

"Of course, Captain" he nodded and sat next to Jim on the hard, white plastic seat by the bed, making himself as comfortable as possible.

"Oh, Spock" he said, amused. "How many times do I have to tell you, we're not on the bridge, please call me Jim."

"As you wish, Cap-Jim, How are you feeling at this precise moment?" trying not to let the worry, creep onto his face.

"Well, my head is pounding and my chest hurts like hell, I mean look at it." He winced, a little as he pulled up his torn shirt to show the large, white, stitches. "You See."

Spock's eyes expanded, slightly. Without all the blood gushing out of the wound, it looked a lot bigger than he thought.

Spock moved closer towards him, to get a better look whilst suddenly without a thought, his body began to move faster than his logical mind. He reached out his shy hand and stroked Jim's chest, delicately. His skin feeling so smooth to touch.

Jim shuddered at the long, warm, slender fingers that were touching his sensitive flesh, tenderly. It felt strange, and yet... he found a memorable and calming pleasure out of it.

The half- Vulcan snapped out of his trance state and drew back his hand, horrified that he let his emotions escape. He turned his face away, hiding the sheer embarrassment arising in his cheeks. He bit his lip, holding back the shame that was rested upon his shoulders.

"I...Cap-Jim I-"

The blonde had never seen a Vulcan stutter so violently before. His brow lowered, but he also resisted the tiny smile that was lifting at the corner of his dry mouth.

"It's... alright Spock, really" he interrupted, Spocks ramble, giving him an easy-going smile.

The room had gained a deadly aura, the two men became inaudible. The only sound to be heard was the loud beeping of Jim's heart monitor.

After an awkward couple of minutes, Jim felt that he should not feel this way to such a close companion. He broke the uncomfortable tension between them.

"You know Spock..." he said, eventually sitting himself up on the hospital bed, making himself more comfy. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive at all right now and I thank you for that." Jim smiled warmly to Spock, twiddling his thumbs together.

Spock was finding it tricky not to blush green at such a sweet comment, however was failing miserably at the particular task.

"Jim, it is my responsibility to protect to you at all costs. You are of course the captain after all." He turned his eyes back upon the captains appealing face.

"Well, you're certainly right about the captain part" he admitted. "But" he leaned forward, an emotion of curiosity filling his eyes. "What I'm really curious about... Why did you leave the hall in the first place Spock? I went looking for you..."

Spock was startled, but of course did not show it. "Y-You came after me... May I ask why?" clearly intrigued by Jim's unusual behaviour.

"...You looked upset."

"Vulcans do not get upset."

"Liar!"

"Vulcans do not lie."

"Look!" Jim said in frustration, pushing his sandy hair back and feeling slightly agitated. "All I wanted to do was help yo-" he then paused, gazing anxiously at Spock. "It's-It's not something I've done... Is it?"

Spock nearly opened his mouth to say yes, but fortunately stop himself in time. If he told his true feelings, he would reveal the facts which he knew were going to end in a disaster. He had to come up with a reason, why and fast.

"Of course not, I merely had a headache, due to the noise level and had to go outside." He kept the stern look in his eyes, burying away the secrets and truths that were gradually making its way to the surface.

Jim studied him as if he was a walking, talking, complex riddle with no answer. He had known Spock for quite a while now, and he always knew that sneaky Vulcan was lying though his teeth.

"Spock." he said in a tone as if he were a disobedient toddler, "...I want the real reason..." he ordered, the anger slowly growing inside him. He attempted not to show the fury he felt with not knowing what was wrong with his first love- No... First officer.

Spock avoided eye contact. He then felt something warm and firm on his shoulder. He looked back at Jim who had his hand on him. He tensed a little bit, about to push it away, but then allowing it. He fought against the logical triggers in his mind that screamed to get away, since this was complete and utter madness! But... then feeling something warm inside, he loosened up, and began to listen to his overly-admirable desir-... friend.

"I...do care about you, Spock. Please, it must be something to do with me otherwise you would tell me." Jim pouted a little bit, but shook it off, realising how ridiculous it must look.

Spock saw the pout, and held back the smile. He definitely did not find it adorable at all. He knew that one simple action could end his career, as First Officer on the Starfleet, but to be honest... he had about enough. All these thoughts and emotions towards Jim were just… too overwhelming. There was only one thing he could do...

He simply brought his slim fingers under Jim's chin, admiring his handsome and strong features. Before he could allow the captain could to do or say anything to disturb his true colours, he lowered his eyelids gently, and leant forwards meeting those pink, irresistible, lush looking lips. The tender kiss only lasted a couple of undisturbed seconds, and then Spock drew back to meet the sight of a shock, flushed face. Spock heard the heart monitor in the background raise in speed, as Jim's confused muddy brown eyes gazed at him.

"Every time you looked at her, I felt... an emotion… jealously. I could not cope with the way you were acting in the company of… Kayanne" he shivered, slightly at the name as it if were some disgusting swear word. "-and I had to leave. I have grown... something far beyond friendship towards you, Jim. I can understand if you do not return these feelings and that you are appalled, so I shall understand if you want me to transfer to another ship." At the last sentence his voice cracked and he began to talk into his lap, his hands tapping nervously on the side of his chair. There he had done it. He knew his captain was going to be mad and start breaking out into heartfelt anger.

Spock was about to get up and depart to his quarters, when all of a sudden he was knocked of his feet and grabbed by the front of his blue star-fleet shirt. He felt soft lips engaging with his. He saw the genuine happiness in Jim's eyes, whilst their lips were locked together and bursting with affection.

The Vulcan was first in shock at what was occurring, his regular senses were as a human would say 'freaking out', but then gradually, closed his eyelids and began kissing back as passionately as Jim.

The Sandy haired man began wrapping his arms tight around Spock's waist, pulling him closer towards Jim. He could literally feel the strong heat coming from his new lover.

They held each other close, finally letting their diverse secrets out. They both had the same thought run though their heads. They never wanted such a beautiful moment to end.

They were so engaged in their... activity, that they didn't become aware of the certain doctor entering the room.

"You know, Jim" he signed in relief, going over his findings on his clip board. "You're extremely lucky you alive, you didn't rip any organs but still, you need to take it-" he averted his eyes towards his patient with horror and alarm. He froze in his tracks and paled at the sight of what they were doing. A couple of seconds passed with him in absolute disbelief, when...

"Goddammit Jim!" he exclaimed, waving both hands in the air in exasperation, nearly sending the clip board, flying over his head.

The two sprang apart as if the other were on fire. A dark emerald blush arose on Spock's cheeks, as a scarlet blush arose on Jims.

"I leave you for about-" he checked his watch, "-Five minutes and I find you with your tongue down the hobgoblins throat!" McCoy then shook his head while walking out of the room, mumbling to himself about having to bleach his eyes out and needing a strong Brandy quickly as possible.

They both heard the sickbay door slam shut, as the footsteps of the pissed off doctor began to die down.

Spock sat back down next to a still flushing red Jim. "Mmm," He mumbled, looking over to the door of where the doctor had just stormed out. "It seems we have irritated our doctor, but I can't help but feel amused by it."

Jim laughed out loud, which was such beautiful music to Spock's pointy ears. But he quickly turned back into his stern self.

"Spock," Jim said, a calmer tone within his lips. "I can't deny that I haven't been feeling the same towards you for a while now... and I'm sorry that I hurt you with my behaviour towards her." He said, feeling empathy, and comprehending his jealousy.

"It's okay captain-... Jim." He said, finally allowing himself to relax within Jim's presence.

The captain shivered slightly, under the flimsy covers, realizing that the air was actually quite chilly.

"I'm feeling a little cold." He commented, an idea sparking in his mind. "Do you think you could warm me up?" he said, smirking with suggestiveness. "As in, sitting next to me... on the bed?"

Spock once again raised that trademark eyebrow at him, "Jim, I believe you are suggesting body heat"

Jim smiled, but then threw a false pout at him. "Please, these covers that Bones gave me are too thin." Jim whined giving his best puppy dog eyes look, hoping it would convince an obviously shy Vulcan.

Spock smiled ever so slightly. The corners of his cheeks couldn't help but rise as he felt his own heart rate speed up. He took off his coal blacks boots, slid them under the chair and then timidly, but carefully, slid under the sheets, feeling the warmth of his new-found lover.

"Better, T'hy'la" Spock whispered, sliding an arm around Jim and began spooning him whilst closing his eyes and enjoying the moment, loving every second of it.

"Mmm, much better" Jim mumbled, snuggling warmly with his warm-hearted Vulcan, feeling the tip of Spock's nose nuzzle into the back of his neck. It felt peculiar... but good... He could live with this...

THE END

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