Disclaimer: only in my head...
Spock was sniffling into another handkerchief miserably. He looked so miserable it was breaking my heart. "First officer, a word in my office please," I called across the bridge. He sneezed one more time before binning the tissue and hesitantly following me across. "What do you need Sir, only I have at least three important jobs to complete so it is highly illogical for you to give me more now..." he mumbled through a blocked noise. Spock was starting to lose the constant void of emotionless vulcan from feeling so rotten, and the panic at the thought of more work was blatantly obvious. "That's not what I brought you here for," I sighed affectionately at my vulcan lover, "I brought you here because your working too hard. Your sick and should be resting in bed," "No sir!" He replied stubbornly, "I'm honestly fine and not sick. I'll be fine if you let me get back to work..." my first officer was already turning to leave. I put a caring hand on his shoulder as he started to sway slightly, "I can't allow that. Do you think I am blind Spock? You're shivering and clearly out of it - or else why are you calling me 'sir'?" He stared at me confusedly, "I always call you sir around the other crew members," he pointed out, "we're in my private office mate: there's no-one else in sight," I corrected gently. I made the decision to stay with him while he rested and commed bones to find someone to take over our duties and explained the situation. "Are you sure he's sick?" He asked, "bones, he's stood in my office shivering and sweating and he's starting to halucinate...". "You sure you know what to do? If so I'll check him over in a bit..." "Yeah, do that," I replied and put the comm. device away, to be honest, I felt a little overprotective over him: he was my Spock and no-one elses... I swifly stripped him down to the boxers and gently tucked him into my bed, covering his clammy form with duvet and gently pressing a kiss onto his forehead, as if he were a child. Reluctantly, I turned to leave, but he clumsily grabbed at my arm, mumbling "don't go!" weakly, in a truly heart renching manner. So I stayed with him, gently caressing his raven locks soothingly, periodically checking if his temperature had got any worse. He wouldn't go to sleep, but remained in a state of half-consciousness, occasionally waking with a start and snuggling up to me, wide eyed in an adorable display of affection his half-Vulcan side would never usually allow. Eventually, I had to go and get him a drink. His voice was getting ever croakier and I figured a smooth hot chocolate wouldn't hurt, so I crept out of the room whilst he wasn't looking. Spock soon realized I was gone and around 5.67 seconds later, he appeared at the door, still wrapped up in a massive duvet with a wad of tissues in his sweaty palm. I signed exasperatedly, "Spock, go back to to bed, I'll be right there!" "I was lonely Sir, I didn't like you not being there..." He mumbled croakily through his still-blocked nose, his bottom lip quivering like a young child who had been told his favorite pet was dead. Who knew he could tug on people's heart strings this well? It pained me to see him like this, all the layers of vulcan stripped away, leaving an uncertain, lost and vulnerable man, so I opened my arms to him, "come here mate, it's not your fault!" He shuffled over cautiously, wrapping his arms around me awkwardly, unused to the action of hugging. "I thought I told you to call me Jim?" I whispered into his ear adoringly, "aye sir," I shook my head, feighning annoyance, however, in his weakened state, my right hand man couldn't sense the humour in my eyes and backed away, head hung low, "sorry Jim. I didn't mean to I... I" I cut him off abruptly, "I was only joking cariad, I meant no harm," "oh" he replied, blushing furiously, "sorry I'm such a pain in the arse.." I burst out laughing, though maybe I shouldn't have done, "what?" Asked Spock, confused, "you just swore!" "Oh," he said, starting to sway woozily, "woah big fella, let's get you back to bed," he nodded sleepily, leaning in to me happily. Ah we did, and we didn't budge an inch until he'd fully recovered.
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