As Spock awoke, the first thing he became aware of was the chill that permeated his body. He looked to either side only to discover that he was alone. An ache flared in his abdomen. Of course they left. Spock was well aware of how humans viewed sex. Even though Spock was under the effects of an aphrodisiac, he wouldn't have allowed just anyone to help him. The fact that he let the two humans that close to him meant something. At least, for him it did. Spock found himself in quite the predicament. After the events of the night before, his regard for the other men seemed to have become even deeper. The realization that what happened meant nothing to Jim and Leonard hurt, and that confused him. Spock rose from his bed and began to get ready for work. He was sore and would have a difficult time not showing it, but, in the end, he didn't regret what happened. Even just one night with the two men he found himself drawn to was enough for him, would have to be enough.

~x~x~x~

Jim paced his dorm room while Leonard sat on their bed, watching him.

"Dammit man, would you sit down?!" the brunette groused.

"I can't! Oh man, I can't believe we had sex with a professor. This is bad. What if he goes to a higher up?!" Jim turned panicked blue eyes onto his boyfriend. "We're so screwed!" Leonard rolled his eyes at Jim.

"He's just as guilty as we are. He's not gonna tell anybody."

"No, no, we took advantage of him. He was under the influence." Jim countered.

"We did not. Geez. You made sure to get consent. It's not like he was drunk." Leonard said, attempting to calm Jim. "C'mon, we've got classes."

~x~x~x~

A couple of weeks went by and Spock hadn't so much as seen Jim or Leonard around at all. It was more difficult at first, but he quickly forced himself to be okay with that. Over the past few days, however, those thoughts were put on the back-burner. Spock had become increasingly sick, vomiting almost every day. He had also started feeling more emotionally vulnerable and had a problematic time controlling his mental shields, which was having an adverse effect on his ability to teach his classes. It was during one of these classes, that he was forced to acknowledge that something was wrong.

Spock was standing at the front of the classroom, teaching the lesson for the day, when he began to feel lightheaded. Spock grabbed onto the edge of his desk, attempting to steady himself. He continued teaching right up until his eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted, hitting the ground with a thud. There was an instant upheaval amongst the students, one rushing to Spock's side. The dark-skinned cadet carefully made sure that Spock wasn't bleeding anywhere before instructing another student to call the infirmary.

"Professor Spock!" she called, attempting to get him to wake up. When it didn't work, she just sat with him, as other students stared, until a gurney arrived to take him to the infirmary.

~x~x~x~

Nyota Uhura made her way to the table that her group of friends frequented for lunch. She was the last to arrive and looked around at everyone who was already there. Her roommate, Gaila, was sitting next to where she was going to sit. On Nyota's other side was Montgomery Scott, Scotty, as everyone called him. To Gaila's other side sat Hikaru Sulu and Pavel Chekov. And, to Scotty's other side sat Jim and Leonard. As Nyota set her tray down, she began talking, spilling the news that she had kept inside for a couple of hours.

"You will never believe what happened in my xenolinguistics class today!" she began as she sat.

"Well, what happened?" Pavel asked in his thick accent.

"Professor Spock fainted. He seemed fine one moment and the next, he was on the floor." Jim and Leonard looked each other, seemingly communicating through the glance alone. They were shocked and concerned, all at once.

"Do you know if he's okay?" Jim asked. Nyota shrugged.

"I'm pretty sure he is. I think he's still in the infirmary, though. Why?" she asked, eyes narrowing. Jim gave her his best innocent look.

"No reason. Just wondering." he said, nonchalantly. Nyota raised an eyebrow in suspicion, deciding to eat her food instead of fooling with Jim and his nonsense.

~x~x~x~

Spock groaned and winced as he opened his eyes in the bright, white light. The smell of anesthetic told him that he must be in the hospital or, more likely, the infirmary at the academy. When the memory of what happened came back to him, he flushed a slight green. He was mortified that he had shown such weakness in front of an entire class of cadets. Footsteps on tile alerted Spock to the approaching doctor and he pulled himself into a sitting position on the biobed.

"Professor Spock." he greeted. "I'm Doctor M'Benga. How are you feeling?" Spock closed his eyes momentarily and took stock of how his body felt.

"I am better." he said, truthfully. Dr. M'Benga nodded and typed something into the PADD he held.

"Have you had any odd symptoms lately? Maybe strange cravings, nausea, previous lightheadedness, things of that nature?" Spock eyed the man quizzically before answering truthfully.

"Nausea. This is the first time I have had a fainting spell. Why? Are you aware of what is ailing me?" he asked. M'Benga just looked at Spock for a moment, looking like he was trying to make his mind up about something.

"Mr. Spock, it seems as though you're two and a half weeks pregnant." he paused to give Spock time to take in the news. Spock's eyes widened. This couldn't be happening. Slowly, a hand, of it's own accord, came to rest on his abdomen. He could feel his heart pounding and he felt like he would loose consciousness again. He turned his eyes back on M'Benga and the man continued. "Now, don't worry, this isn't a shock to me. I specialize in Vulcan medicine and am well aware of the carriers of your species. Now, it seems that the reason you fainted was because you haven't been eating enough to support the both of you. The fetus is going to be draining nutrients from your system to grow and you need to replace those. We've given you some of what you've lost via hypo and have also given you some prenatal vitamins. Obviously, you have a choice to make, but these will help keep you and the fetus healthy until you have a chance to discuss this with your bondmate." he finished. Spock's mind was reeling, but he was able to process what was being said.

"I do not have a bondmate." he whispered. It was now time for Dr. M'Benga's eyes to widen. He had never met a sexually active Vulcan that wasn't bonded. "It is a long and private story."

"I understand. I'll give you a chance to make your decision and whe-"

"I will keep it." Spock interrupted.