Chapter One

Concerns and Observations

"Morning, Captain."

"You can call me Jim, lieutenant."

"If it's all the same to you, Jim, I'd rather just stick with Captain."

Captain Jim Kirk shrugged. "You'd better get to your station."

Lieutenant Olivia Fasura seemed to prefer being impassive and stubborn. She could make someone laugh if she needed to, and she was a very good lieutenant, but even so, she was not always the person someone looked to for comic relief.

A certain pointy-eared commander chose that point to enter the bridge from the turbolift.

"Morning, Mr. Spock," Olivia greeted him, not looking up from her work.

"Good morning."

Quite a while passed until Olivia said anything more.

"Captain, I haven't received any data. May I be relieved?" Lieutenant Fasura asked Jim.

"What in hell for?" He looked at her quizzically.

"I'm not feeling particularly well, sir."

"Well, go see Bones. Chekov, take over her station for now," Kirk ordered.

"Aye, Captain."

Spock had noticed that Olivia was looking ill before anyone else had. Her usually guarded gray eyes were soft. Her strong and independent demeanor seemed weakened, and she no longer held herself with, in Spock's terms, logic and reasoning.

He was continuing on at his station when she had asked to be relieved.

"Are you alright, lieutenant?" Spock inquired.

"Ah, yes, just a little thing with my head..." As if to make a point, she rubbed her forehead.

"Explain."

"I've been having headaches off and on, sensitivity to light, and other symptoms."

The Vulcan raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps I may be of assistance?" he offered.

"No, it's okay. I should head down to the sick bay..." Olivia trailed off. "I'll see you later, Commander Spock."

"Yes, of course."

He watched her go. As he turned back to his work, he realized that Jim was looking at him.

"How sweet," the Captain said in a mocking tone. He laughed. "Nice job, Spock."

Spock raised a slanted eyebrow once again. "I hardly think that was an affectionate exchange."

"Do you know how fun it is to mess with you?"

"Get some rest, Olivia. If things get worse, just notify me. Got it?" McCoy ordered, finishing the examination.

"Yep. Thanks, Bones," she replied simply.

Lieutenant Fasura started toward her quarters, ready to follow doctor's orders and get some rest for once, but she stumbled into none other than Spock.

"Excuse me, sir," Olivia apologized.

"It is alright. It was an accident. I trust you will be well soon?" he asked, cocking his head just slightly to the side.

Olivia paused for a moment. This was most unlike the Vulcan. Sure, they engaged in friendly conversation from time to time, but he had never gone out of his way to check on her.

"Yes...McCoy just told me to get some rest."

"Very good. I will let you be on your way now," Spock said. He stepped aside to let her pass.

"Thank you for your concern, commander," Olivia acknowledged softly, beginning to walk away.

Spock observed her retreating form. He was becoming more concerned about her lately, though he thought perhaps it was because they were becoming closer friends.

Deep down, he regretted letting her leave.

Okay, so this is my first Star Trek fic, and I apologize if it's not great. Review!