So I figured it's time for another longer story from me! If you like K/S/M you are in the right place! I'd love some reviews too! Enjoy!

"Captain! The shields are down!" cried Sulu frantically.

The bridge was utter chaos. The emergency lights were just barely staying on, many of the systems were not functional, and crew members were falling all over the place as the USS Enterprise was jostled around by the attacking Klingon ship they were currently locked in battle with.

"Can we take another hit, Mr. Sulu?" Captain Kirk's knuckles turned white as he gripped the arms of his beloved chair.

"Maybe one more, sir, but after that we're toast."

"The Klingon ship is also severely damaged," pointed out Spock from where he stood behind the captain's chair next to Doctor McCoy. "If we could get a direct hit on them before they hit us again, we may be able to defeat them."

Kirk punched the comm button on his chair. "Kirk to engineering! Scotty! Do we have enough power to fire phasers?"

"I canna say for sure, Cap'n," came Scotty's distressed voice.

"Well it's our last hope so we're going to have to try! Full power to phasers, Scotty."

"Aye, sir."

"Klingon ship is firing!" Sulu shouted only a second before the ship was shaken violently. Spock and McCoy clung to the back of the captain's chair for dear life.

The doctor glanced over at the Vulcan who was trying his best to remain logical and calm in the crisis. 'What a way to die' McCoy thought to himself. 'On the day that I was finally gonna tell him, I just have to die before I get the chance. Die right next to him too. Oh cruel, ironic, fate.'

Luckily, the ship was able to (just barely) handle the blow. The doctor and the first officer regained their balance as the ship stopped shaking and Kirk glanced behind his shoulder at them. "Spock, Bones, you alright?"

"I'd be better if this ship had some goddamn seat belts! Is that really too much to ask of Starfleet!"

"That is actually a very logical idea, Doctor. I shall be sure to inquire Starfleet about it."

"Yeah, if we get out of this alive," McCoy scoffed.

"Would you two stop bantering! I'm trying to concentrate!" Kirk yelled at them. It shut them up. "Now, Mr. Chekov, do you think you can get a direct hit on them? We've only got one shot."

Feeling the pressure of everyone's lives in his hands, Chekov took a few seconds to answer. "Yes, sir, I'll try my best." The bridge was quiet enough to hear a pin drop as Chekov locked on to the Klingon ship. "Phasers locked, sir."

Kirk glared determinedly at the enemy ship on the viewscreen. "Fire."

As Chekov pressed the button everyone drew in a sharp breath. McCoy had to restrain himself from grabbing Spock's hand which was only inches from his own so instead he firmly gripped Jim's left shoulder, unaware that Spock was doing the same to his right.

Cheers filled the once tense bridge as the attacking Klingon ship burst into a fiery explosion before them. Sulu grabbed the beaming Chekov and pulled him into an intense kiss. For once, no one minded their PDA because almost everyone on the bridge wanted to kiss their savior at that moment.

Kirk let out a sigh of relief and slouched down in his chair; McCoy and Spock let go of his tense shoulders. "Is that really the last of them?" the doctor questioned, somewhat in disbelief. They had been battling a small fleet of Klingons for days and it felt strange to not have to be on edge, bracing for the next attack.

"It should be," said Kirk, rubbing his hand over his face. "It's too early to be so exhausted!"

"You haven't been sleeping in days, Jim! You've got every right to be exhausted!" McCoy pointed out.

"I know. I'll sleep tonight as long as nothing else goes wrong. I just need my coffee and I'll be alright."

The doctor shot him a skeptical glance but knew there would be no use in arguing.

"Scott to Kirk," the engineer's voice sounded over the comm.

The captain groaned. "What is it, Scotty? The engines are beyond repair? We're about to blow up?"

"Well uh, no, sir. The engines are in pretty bad shape but I should be able to fix 'em up. It's the dilithium crystals. We wore 'em out chasing after those god-awful Klingon's!"

"Please tell me we have more." Though he wasn't about to let it show, Captain Kirk was near tears.

"I canna say that we do…" Scotty admitted.

Jim took a deep breath to compose himself. "Is there anywhere we can get more?"

"Captain," said Spock after a few seconds of no one answering Jim's question. "We are in a remote sector of space so it will be difficult to obtain more dilithium crystals. However, there is a planet in this sector, uninhabited and relatively unexplored, that has an abundance of them."

"Scotty, do we have enough power to go anywhere?" Kirk asked hopefully.

"Aye, sir. If it's not too far away we should be able to get there."

"Excellent, Scotty. Get to work on fixing those engines, we're gonna need 'em. Mr. Spock, go help Sulu find this planet of yours and plot a course for it. I'm going to go get something to eat. Spock, you have the conn, Bones, come with me." He got up and walked briskly to the lift with Bones following close behind, eyeing him with a doctor's concern.

As soon as the doors shut, Jim slumped against the wall and closed his eyes. "You okay, Jim?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired and hungry and stressed."

Bones wanted to tell him that he couldn't stop caring for himself just because they were being attacked relentlessly by Klingons, but he knew that would be lost on Jim. "It's gonna be okay now, Jim. We'll get the crystals, Scotty'll fix the ship, you'll get a good night's sleep and some food, and we'll be back to exploring strange new worlds just like you like."

Jim had to smile at that. "Hey, Bones?" he said abruptly.

"Yeah?"

"This might be a little weird, but can I have a hug?"

"Of course, Jim," he said as he stepped closer to his captain and best friend. "And it's not weird at all."

Still thinking it was weird, Jim tried to hide his slight blush. "Thanks." As Bones's arms wrapped around him, he returned the hug and relaxed into the embrace. They hugged for a few more seconds until the lift doors opened and then proceeded to walk into the mess hall.

Jim filled his tray with as much food as he could pile onto it. Bones looked at the mounds of food with concern and disapproval. "How long has it been since you've eaten?"

"I ate every day! …Just not very much…" Bones glared at him. "What? I can't eat under pressure! I can't even think about food when at any moment my ship and my crew could be blown to bits by Klingons!" he exclaimed, taking a seat and digging in.

The doctor just sighed and watched Jim scarf down his chicken sandwich and coffee like a starving animal. "Don't eat too fast; you'll get sick!"

"First you yell at me for not eating and then you yell at me for eating! Make up your mind, Bones!" Jim quipped with his mouth full.

The doctor just rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his own food. He mentally scolded himself for being a hypocrite. He hadn't eaten much in the past few days either, but the source of his anxiety was quite different than Jim's.

I tried to make that a bit cliff hanger-y...

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