I am back. I said I wasn't going to post it yet. I was going to wait. If I was a man, you could call this premature...you know the rest. It's burning a hole in the documents on my computer. I have to put it up.

This story picks up about six months after About Last Night ends…

Disclaimer - As always...I don't own them...or profit from them monetarily

Mend

Chapter 1 – In Case of Emergency

Christine ate with her mouth open and carried on a conversation like it was perfectly acceptable to show the world half eaten food, mixed with saliva, and caked on to your teeth. Spock shuddered at the sight. He became ill. This relationship, arrangement, or convenient fling had run its course. She was in the middle of a story that she had misjudged as funny when his cell phone vibrated on the table. Without thinking, he retrieved the device, touched the screen, and accepted the call. Christine continued to talk and Spock lost him self in the words on the other end of the phone.

Accident…

Injury…

Nyota…

Emergency…

Spock drove in fear. Scared that the radio would silence the voices in his head; he refused to press the button to fill the car with unnecessary sounds. His foot tapped the brakes, not to slow the car down, but to lessen the noise of the tires against the asphalt. He couldn't think. Nyota had been injured but more importantly the hospital had called him, not Doctor McCoy.

Was there a deeper meaning he was missing?

He saw the blue signs with the white 'H' and knew that his destination was near.

Spock recalled the last time he had rushed to the hospital. That had resulted in the death of his mother. The woman who said he never deserved Nyota. She was correct.

Nyota, the wide eyed student who admired his extensive vocabulary and his stoic demeanor; the very first day they met.

Nyota the woman that taught him it was okay to laugh at your own expense.

Nyota the love he had lost due to lust.

Spock's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. Now she was with Leonard McCoy, before she had engaged in a brief physical relationship with his brother. He couldn't hate her, his appetite pushed her away. Sybok was sure to deliver all of the intimate details of the short affair with Nyota. Spock had burned with anger that was directed inward. Nyota was doing the same thing he had, creating a breach between them that could not be repaired.

He stood at the nurse's desk for what felt like hours. Finally the woman acknowledged his presence directing him to a row of makeshift rooms separated by pastel striped curtains. She was in the middle room on the left.

Spock pulled back the curtain. Nyota was curled in a ball with her back to doorway. A thin blanket covering her delicate frame reminded him of her physical frailty when her emotional weakness had been at the forefront of his mind during the entire drive. Her shoulder was peeking out of the hospital gown. A small bandage was visible and blood from the underlying wound was seeping through. When she turned to face him, her lip was busted and the bruising had already started to form on forehead.

"Why are you here?"

Nyota winced from the pain she was obviously feeling.

"They called."

Spock held up the phone still clutched tightly in his hand.

Nyota looked as confused as a person in discomfort could without creating more aches than necessary. She tried to sit.

"Don't move."

Spock rushed to help her and noticed that she flinched when his hands came in contact with her body. This is what they had become; touching her use to be a welcomed necessity on both their parts.

The doctor pulled back the curtain, eyes engrossed in the pages on the clipboard in front of him. The man nodded at Spock and finally his vision settled on Nyota before he turned his attention back to Spock. She hated to be ignored or disregarded. He could hear her seething from the bed.

"Ms. Uhura will be fine. It looks much worse than it is. We'll get her moved to a room in the next hour."

The man in the green scrubs left before either of them could ask why he had been called. Through the fog clouding her mind, Nyota realized the answer.

"I never changed the ICE contact in my cell. It's still you."

Spock took a seat on the stool meant for the doctor. He was still concerned. A part of Spock, an extremely large part of him, wanted to embrace Nyota and shield her from any more harm, but that was no longer his job. She watched him watch her and something in her face softened.

"What's wrong?"

There they were in a hospital Emergency Room and the one battered and bruised asked the uninjured party what's wrong.

"I miss you."