a/n- this is my first multi-chapter fic so im gonna need some help with ideas and reviews would be great. I'll try and average about 1,000 words per chapter but right now I am tired so its only about 600, unbetaed, if you want to beta it then tell me as long as your fast at reading it.

Not slash

Disclaimer- if they were mine, would I be writing fanfiction?

-Tex

"I don't know how I'm gonna make it through today" thought James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise.

The Alarm was never this high pitched. He felt worse than when he went to sleep, and he felt pretty crappy when he went to sleep. Jim figured he would get over it with some sleep- he was wrong- dead wrong. Turning over and feeling his sore muscles he stared at the clock until it came into focus, which took way too long.

"Uhh…" Kirk moaned as he realized he was 10 minutes behind schedule and only had 20 minutes to get up to the bridge. As the captain sat up he fought down a very strong wave of nausea. Taking a quick shower he felt his sinuses clearing. He hadn't realized how congested he was; the hot water also helped his sore muscles. Reluctantly he turned off the water and looked in the mirror. He was pale, sweaty, and looked like he hadn't slept for days. Felt like it too.

5 minutes to get to the bridge. Well, he wasn't gonna be early. The thought of food making him nauseous, he went directly up to the bridge. While in the elevator Kirk lapsed into a coughing fit, the likes of which he could not pull himself out of until just before the elevator came. Trying to hide the evidence he walked out looking confidant as ever, he knew it didn't hide how bad he must appear of how bad he felt.

This felt like the worst hang-over ever and now he was getting a splitting headache and some weak light-headedness. He could feel fever raging within him. Damned if he was gonna show it though. Putting on his best smile he tried to avoid eye contact with everyone. That's very hard to do he soon found out as people wonder who you are talking to when you don't look at them.

"Keptin, Ariwl at Alias VI is just over sewen hours away, baring complications, ve should just be trawling with no encounters" A distinctly Russian voice said looking at the captain expectantly. Kirk could just barley look at him as the lights were surprisingly bright. But he did manage to tell him "If there is one thing we all have learned its to expect complications and we might be okay"

"Keptin, are you alright? You do not look good" Chekov asked quite worried.

"Indeed Captain, you do not appear well" Spock said from his right.

"I'm fine, now both of you back to your stations" if only the lights weren't so damn bright maybe he could think straighter. Straighter? Was that even a word it didn't sound like a word, maybe he should ask Spock, It might just be one of those things where when you say them over and over again they don't sound real. He couldn't ask Spock, Spock would know something was wrong if he asked him about something as stupid as that; but still, straighter? Man, he must really be out of it if he was actually thinking about this.

"Captain… Captain…" Oh, Spock was trying to get his attention.

"Yes Mr. Spock?" Kirk said still avoiding the lights

"Since we are merely traveling today, perhaps you should take the day off as you are currently in no state to work, also I believe that a visit to Doctor McCoy could prove good" Spock said, blank faced, as always

"I'm fine, Mr. Spock, don't worry about me" after this Jim took a daring move and stood up suddenly to show he was ok and check the navigation coordinates, standing up however, his world promptly turned to black and all he could feel were surprisingly gentle hands lowering him to the floor.