(A/N: So, here's chapter two! This originally was supposed to be a oneshot, but restfulsky5 gave me an idea to continue this. Thanks to MusicalNinja15, sherry15, and restfulsky5 for reviewing!)

A half hour after Winona's visit to Jim, McCoy was impatiently waiting in the sickbay (A/N: Or whatever you call it) for Jim to show up for his yearly checkup.

After waiting for fifteen more minutes with still no sign of the young captain, Bones sighed and marched up the stairs towards Jim's room. Stopping outside the door, he yelled,

"Jim, you have your yearly checkup today! Get out here!"

When there was no answer, he added threateningly,

"There's no use in hiding. I have the medical override code."

Still no answer.

"Jim! If you don't open this door, I will, and you don't want that. I have hypos with me!"

Bones waited for a few moments, then punched in the override code and marched into the room.

"Jim, I warned you about hid-"

He stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Jim, curled up on the floor, crying his heart out, his body wracking with sobs.

"Jim?"

McCoy dropped down beside Jim on the floor, automatically checking his pulse. Seventy nine beats per minute. A little high, but not high enough to worry.

"Jim, what's wrong?" he asked, his tone soft, a big jump from when he had first marched into the room.

Jim raised his head, tears trickling down his cheeks and tear stains on his face.

"She- she came- and she- she said-"

He broke into tears again.

"Jimmy, Jimmy, calm down. It's alright," Bones comforted him.

"Who is 'she'?"

"Wi- Wi- Winona," Jim gulped, rubbing his eyes.

McCoy frowned at the name. What the heck was she doing here?

"And what did she say?"

Jim blinked, then quickly stood as if just realizing Bones was there.

"Nothing."

Jim blew his nose, then went into the bathroom.

McCoy heard running water as Jim splashed water onto his face, and when he came out of the bathroom he looked like nothing had happened except for a few traces of tears near his chin.

Curse his poker face, McCoy thought.

"You said Winona was here," he pressed.

A flicker of sadness, hurt, and anger passed over Jim's face, then was gone.

"Yes. She was here."

"Why?" Bones pushed even more.

"That's none of your business," Jim said cooly.

I know what he's doing. He's probably going to pull rank.

"Now, doctor, don't you have work to do?"

"Yeah, you're scheduled for a check up," McCoy informed him. "As in now."

"I'll reschedule my appointment. As captain, I believe I am able to do that."

It wasn't a question.

Knew it.

"But-" he began, only to be cut off by Jim.

"I said I'll reschedule it. Nothing for you to worry about," Jim said cooly.

Hmmph. Reschedule. He always does this when something's bothering him and when he's hurting. I'll get to the bottom of this. Maybe that pointy eared hobgoblin will help.

"Good day, doctor."

Jim was obviously dismissing him, so McCoy turned and walked out of the room.

As he glanced over his shoulder back at Jim, he was just in time to see the poker face slip away to be replaced by a look of hurt, pain, anger, and sadness. It was the most heartbreakingly broken look he had ever seen.

(A/N: Please review! Thanks again to restfulsky5 for the wonderful ideas, :D)