"Mr. Spock," the engineer said.

"Mr. Spock here."

"The Captain, sir. He just appeared," the ensign said, his shock transmitting through the intercom.

"Alert Dr. McCoy," was all Spock said before his transmission was ended.

The ensign contacted the Doctor who left sickbay almost before the engineer finished conveying the news.

Spock reached the transporter room first, mounting the steps almost reluctantly. The Captain lay curled on his side, naked and unmoving. Spock could see no sign of injury and very carefully touched the Captain's cheek. It was reassuringly warm, the steady rise and fall of his chest also reassuring.

"Spock?" Dr. McCoy asked as he rushed in.

"He appears unharmed, Doctor," Spock said from where he squatted next to the Captain.

McCoy swept the Captain with the scanner, nodding. "He's asleep. Drug induced. Otherwise he seems okay. I'll double-check when I have him in sickbay."

Spock nodded, not taking his eyes from the human that had been returned to them. He reluctantly moved aside so that the medial personnel could carefully place the Captain on a stretcher and cover his bare body with a blanket.

"Do you want to come to sickbay, Mr. Spock? Or do you want to wait for my report on the bridge?"

"I will accompany you to sickbay," Spock said.

McCoy nodded, not in the least surprised. He had witnessed the concern the Vulcan could not disguise as they waited for word from the planet.

The trip to sickbay was made in silence, McCoy alternating between studying the sleeping form of his Captain and the anxiety Spock could not hide. When they arrived, the Captain was carefully transferred from the stretcher to the biobed. The bed was tucked in a corner, ensuring him a measure of privacy. McCoy dispatched one of his ensigns to the Captain's quarters for a uniform and then turned all of his attention to his patient. Spock stayed close enough to watch but not interfere.

The Doctor took his readings, studying the readouts above the bed, most registering normal. He frowned at his scanner, making everyone leave except Spock.

"What is it, Doctor?" Spock asked.

"He has some…unusual injuries," the Doctor explained.

"Unusual?" Spock repeated.

Dr. McCoy moved aside the blanket, studying the Captain's genitals. "He has what appears to be an abrasion on his penis. And light bruising on his testicles."

"Are the injuries dangerous to him?"

"Not at all. I simply can't imagine why it would have happened," the Doctor said, putting the cover back over the sleeping Captain. "He also has abrasions and bruising on his ankles and wrists."

"Restraints," Spock suggested.

"Yes. He apparently has had the drug that's making him sleep administered several times."

"When will he wake?" Spock asked, staring down at the Captain.

"Two to three hours," the Doctor guessed, studying the scanners once more.

"You will inform me as soon as he wakes," Spock said.

"Of course, Spock. You're welcome to wait," McCoy said gently.

"I will return to the Bridge."

"Alpha shift is over."

"I am aware that alpha shift has been over for 38 minutes, Doctor. I must inform Starfleet of the Captain's safe return. I must complete the status reports, and we must wait for orders concerning further contact with the planet."

"Point made, Mr. Spock. I'll let you know as soon as Jim wakes up."

Spock nodded and after one last look at his sleeping Captain, left the sickbay.

McCoy watched him leave, wishing he could care for his Vulcan and his Human friends at the same time. Taking a deep breath, he returned his focus on his Captain. He checked his respiration and heart rates, comforted that they were normal. He picked up Jim's left hand, examining his bruised and scarped wrist. Although it was frightfully black and blue, there was no permanent damage and letting it heal naturally was his medical prescription.

After making sure the Captain was warm and safely asleep, he went into his office and tried to work. But in truth all he could do was listen and wait.

Two and half hours elapsed before he heard anything from the bed. The Captain woke with a gasp, sitting up. He didn't know where he was at first, looking around and hoping to find Bellarosa. Failing to see her, he realized he was back on his ship, Dr. McCoy approaching with a look of relief.

"Welcome home, Jim," McCoy said.

"Mmm…" Jim responded, pressing his hands over his eyes.

"Headache?"

"Yeah. From the drug," Jim agreed, his mouth parched.

"Let me get you some water," McCoy said.

Jim nodded, laying back down to wait. "You tell Spock?" he asked when McCoy returned.

"He's on his way," the Doctor confirmed as Jim drank from the glass, raised up on one elbow. "What did they want with you?"

"That's kind of complicated," the Captain said, feeling the color rise in his cheeks.

"Complicated?"

"Yeah. I'll explain everything. But not right now," he requested.

McCoy nodded, waiting as Spock entered.

"Hi," Jim said with a broad smile.

"Captain," Spock said in relief. "Your absence has been keenly felt by the crew."

"Thank you, Spock. I missed you both as well. What time is it?"

"18:45," Spock said.

"Can you tell Lt. Avery to take us out of orbit?" the Captain requested.

"Sir?" Spock said.

"I made a promise that we would leave. And we have to tell Starfleet to make Leferson strictly off limits," Jim explained.

"But we have only been in orbit for 36 hours, sir," Spock said.

"36 hours?" Jim repeated. "Well, it doesn't matter. We have to leave orbit."

Spock nodded, going to the intercom to contact the Bridge. When the order was relayed and acknowledged, Spock returned to his bedside.

"I'm fine, really, Bones. I just want to sleep in my own bed," the Captain was saying when Spock returned.

McCoy and Spock exchanged a glance, McCoy nodding reluctantly. "I have no medial reason to keep you here. You are showing signs of exhaustion. And your blood sugar levels are very low, as though you have barely eaten for nearly a week."

"I haven't," the Captain confirmed.

"I'll check you out again tomorrow. Once you wake up," the Doctor said.

"Okay."

"We'll step out so you can dress," McCoy said, nodding to Spock. They went into McCoy's office and although the Captain could not hear them, he knew without a doubt that he was the topic of their conversation.

Once he had on his uniform, he went to the office door, attracting their attention.

"I will see you to your quarters," Spock said.

"Thank you," McCoy said, watching them leave.

Spock walked slowly next to his Captain as they went down the mostly deserted corridors. Those they encountered did not speak to the Captain, as much as they wanted to welcome him back. Spock's expression told them to hold their tongues.

"I really am alright, Spock," the Captain said as he walked slowly next to his first officer, his feet not entirely steady under him.

"As you say, Captain," Spock said in a completely noncommittal tone.

"Did anyone contact you while I was gone? Anyone from the planet?" the Captain asked.

"No sir. We attempted contact repeatedly. No response was received."

"I see," the Captain said. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing, Captain?"

"It's hard to explain, Spock," the Captain said. He sighed in relief when they reached his quarters, gratefully entering the familiar room.

"Do you require anything, Captain?" Spock asked as Jim touched his furnishings in near reverence.

"Huh?" Jim asked, looking back at him.

"Do you need anything, sir? Water or food, perhaps?"

"No thank you. Mostly I just want to sleep in my own bed."

"Yes sir," Spock acknowledged.

"You'll need to remain in command tomorrow, Mr. Spock," the Captain said absently.

"Of course, sir," Spock agreed.

"I really am okay," the Captain assured him.

"Yes sir," Spock said, looking down at the familiar human face as though he needed to memorize it. "Shall I post security to ensure you are not distributed?"

"That won't be necessary. I'll put on the privacy lock," the Captain said.

"Very well. If there is nothing further you require, I will bid you good night."

"Good night, Mr. Spock. And thank you."

"No thanks are necessary, Captain," Spock said, leaving but clearly reluctant to do so.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Jim regretted sending him away. But he wasn't ready to explain what had happened on the planet. And he really did just want to crawl into his own bed and pull the covers over his head for the next week.

He went into his bathroom, answering nature's call in blessed privacy. The skin of his penis was tender to the touch but not unbearably so. While he was in the bathroom, he decided he really wanted a shower before going back to sleep. The hot water pouring down on him was a relief although it stung the skin of his wrists and ankles. Washing away the residue of being on the planet was worth the minor discomfort.

He lingered as long as he could before finally turning off the water and carefully drying himself. He didn't look at himself in his mirror, not wanting to see the guilt he didn't think he could disguise even from his own eyes.

Although it was his usual custom to sleep in only briefs, he pulled on a pair of long sleeved pajamas, needing the security of the coverings. After dimming the lights, he got into his bed, laying on his side to look at the familiar shapes that were his quarters. They were unchanged but different, almost strange, as though he had been gone for years rather than days.

As sleep began to overtake him, he considered what he was going to tell Spock and Bones about what had happened. That he had to tell them the truth was without question. Just as he had to file a full report with Starfleet. Was there any way to avoid admitting they needed him solely for procreation? He didn't see how he could.

As those thoughts swirled around in his head, the soothing hum of his ship's engines lulled him into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Spock reluctantly entered Dr. McCoy's office at the beginning of alpha shift.

"Spock," McCoy said, looking up at him in greeting.

"I require your assistance, Doctor," Spock admitted.

"What can I do for you?"

"The Captain has engaged his privacy lock. I cannot enter his quarters," Spock said in a quieter than usual voice.

"Why do you want to enter his quarters, Spock? I'm certain he's still asleep."

"Yes," Spock agreed. If he weren't a Vulcan, the Doctor would have sworn he was fidgeting.

"You aren't planning to wake him, are you?"

"No, Doctor. I simply wish to enter his quarters," Spock said.

McCoy studied the Vulcan, seeing the need etched on the lines of his face. "You didn't sleep last night, did you?"

"That is irrelevant, Doctor."

"Not so irrelevant."

"Will you use your medical override so that I may enter the Captain's quarters?" Spock requested.

"Alright," McCoy agreed, standing up from behind his desk. "Once he wakes up, you can let me know so I can check him out."

"You can be certain of that," Spock agreed, following the Doctor out of sickbay.

"Scotty's in command?"

"At this time," Spock agreed.

They had nothing else to say, stopping when they reached the Captain's quarters.

"CMO McCoy requesting privacy override," McCoy told the computer.

"Override acknowledged," the computer responded.

"Do you wish to check on the Captain?" Spock asked as he stepped forward to open the door.

"No. You can call me when he wakes up."

"Understood. Thank you." Spock said.

McCoy looked up at Spock one last time before leaving. He really did want to check on Jim but Spock so clearly needed the time with him, the Doctor knew it was better for him to wait. Jim would be fine, physically. Whatever happened on the planet would take some mental healing as well. And they would both be there for him as it occurred.

Spock carefully crossed the Captain's quarters, looking down at his sleeping form. The need that drew him here was completely illogical and he had tried unsuccessfully to understand his compulsion. Finally he just accepted that he had to see for himself that his Captain was back and was truly unharmed.

Although the Captain was sleeping with his back to his quarters, Spock could see his relaxed face, the curls which had not been controlled after being shampooed, the lines etched around his mouth that spoke of needs yet to be addressed.

Deciding it would still be some time before the Captain woke, Spock went to the comfortable chair closest to the bed. As he made to sit down, he discovered a book waiting on the cushion. From the title, it was a history of the planet. Had the Captain brought it up with him? That did not seem likely. Rather than try to solve the mystery of its appearance, Spock opened it when he was seated and began to read.

An hour and a half passed and he decided he needed to check in with Mr. Scott. He was almost out of the sleeping area when a low voice stopped him.

"Please stay, Spock," the Captain said softly. He was still facing the wall but his eyes were open.

"I regret disturbing you, Captain," Spock said.

"You didn't," Jim said. "I think I knew you were here and it helped."

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'll know better when I wake up completely."

"Dr. McCoy needs to know you are awake," Spock said reluctantly.

"Please don't contact him just yet," the Captain requested, turning over to face the room. "What's that?"

"Did you not bring this history with you?" Spock asked.

"No. They gave it to me to read on the planet. But I didn't bring it. I was unconscious when they returned me."

"It was in the chair when I entered your quarters," Spock said.

"I suppose that wanted me to have it," the Captain decided. "Please have a seat, Spock."

Spock nodded and did it, studying his Captain.

"I know you said I was only gone for 36 hours, Spock. But on the planet it was six days, I think. And I was left alone for much of that time."

"And when you were not?" Spock asked.

"That is more complicated. Not that what I want to tell you isn't." The Captain stopped and sighed softly. "I want to assure you that I really am okay. But six days alone gives you a lot of time to think."

"Indeed," Spock said.

"For most of that time, what I thought about was…our ship and all those on her."

"As you were in our thoughts," Spock agreed.

"Yes," the Captain acknowledged, taking a deep breath. "When Sam and I were growing up, we had several dogs. Like you expect on a farm. Three of them were strictly our pets. They weren't working dogs." Jim paused, making sure Spock was listening and not ready to call McCoy to have his Captain committed to some place where he could not endanger himself. Spock was listening intently, and not appearing at all confused or concerned about the seemingly random topic of the Captain's discussion.

"The dogs, the ones that were our pets, were mostly mixed breeds. Sam and I loved all of them but there was one very special dog that we called Sassy. She was a black lab and was the runt of the liter. She was never quite as big as the others. What she lacked in size she made up for in attitude. A lesson I later put to good use.

"Sassy knew that Sam and I adored her. So she tolerated us more so than most people. She wasn't mean. She was just…aloof. Except deep down she was devoted to me and Sam. She wouldn't let strangers near us. She was bossy enough to keep the other dogs in line. To people who didn't know her, she seemed stand-offish. We would try to pet her and she would grumble at us. Not growl but pretend to dislike the affection. We would come home from school and she'd be at the front door to greet us. After she knew we were home safe, she'd go up to our bedroom and hide under one of our beds. It was her favorite place to sleep because we couldn't grab her and hug her, and she always knew where we were. A lot of times, she'd be going up to our room and if we didn't pretend to chase her, she'd come back to see why we weren't playing our part in the game." The Captain paused, studying Spock's expression. It had not notably changed but there was a light of recognition in his eyes.

"While I was being held, I thought a lot about Sassy. And I thought even more about you," the Captain said evenly.

Spock nodded in encouragement.

"You remind me of Sassy. Not because…well…I know I can depend on your loyalty and your friendship. You never make it obvious but I know you care about me. Not just as your Captain. As you friend." Jim stopped, hoping he hadn't said too much. Hoping his words would not scare away his friend.

"It would be impossible for me to sleep beneath your bed," Spock said, making Jim laugh, much as Spock knew it would.

"True," Jim agreed. "Probably just as well. Why were you here when I woke up, Spock?" Jim asked gently. "I realize I forgot to allow you override so you had to ask Bones to let you in."

"Dr. McCoy did allow me in," Spock agreed. "I was compelled to come. I have no explanation other than that."

Jim nodded in understanding. "I knew you came in and I slept better knowing you were here."

"Perhaps that is why I came."

"Perhaps," Jim said.

"McCoy said that there are abrasions on your genitals," Spock said smoothly. "Were you mistreated on the planet?"

"No, not exactly," the Captain said, sitting up. "If you'll let Bones know I'm awake, I'll explain to you both."

"I will contact him," Spock agreed, standing up as the Captain slowly left his bed and limped over to his bathroom. "He will insist that you eat."

"I will," Jim said, disappearing into the bathroom. When he had tended to his needs and brushed his teeth, he emerged from his bathroom to be greeted by the welcome smell of coffee. Spock silently handed him the cup and he gratefully sipped from it. "Thank you," Jim said, going to his closet for a thick robe to pull on over his pajamas. It added a layer of warmth and security. "Will you bring a chair for Bones, please? I need to lay back down."

"Are you feeling unwell?" Spock asked, betraying some of his concern.

"I'm fine, Spock. I'm just not…uhm…ready to sit down."

Spock clearly wanted to ask about that but held his tongue. He followed the Captain back into his sleeping area, bringing a chair for McCoy.

Jim lay on his side, up on one elbow sipping the welcome coffee. "Did I miss anything while I was gone?"

"No sir. Our focus was on retrieving you. Little other activity was undertaken."

"What did Starfleet say about my disappearance?" the Captain asked.

"By the time a reply was received, you had been returned."

"What did they say?" Kirk repeated.

"We were to attempt all diplomatic efforts to retrieve you. Failing that, we were to employ hostile force if necessary."

"They gave you permission to attack the planet?" Jim asked, not entirely sure how he felt about that.

"Affirmative, Captain," Spock agreed.

"Come," Jim called to Dr. McCoy when his chime sounded.

"How are you doing?" Bones asked. The question could have been directed at either of them.

"I'm feeling better," Jim said. "Still tired."

"Understandably. Once you've caught up on food and sleep, you'll be right as rain," McCoy assured him.

"When is rain not right?" Spock asked.

McCoy laughed, shaking his head. "I have no idea."

"Another idiotic human expression?" Spock asked.

"Idiomatic," Jim laughed.

"Indeed," Spock said with the lift of one eyebrow.

"What do you want to eat, Jim?" McCoy asked.

"Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. And bacon," Jim said wistfully.

"Coming right up," McCoy said, surprising the Captain.

"Oh," was all Jim could say in response.

"I know I usually refuse," McCoy acknowledged. "Right now you need to eat whatever appeals to you. Spock, can I get you anything?"

"I have already eaten, Doctor," Spock responded.

"Cup of tea then?"

"Yes," Spock agreed. He held the book which he had been previously reading, ideally turning it over to look at the back. He flipped through the last chapters, stopping short. "Captain?" he said quietly, handing the open book to Jim. On the pages of the open book was a picture of the Captain with an explanation of who he was.

"Oh," Jim said, staring at the picture looking back at him.

"How is this possible?" Spock asked.

Jim turned the page with a shaking hand. On the next page was a picture of Bellarosa and Zarensa, listed as Kala Zarensa and her lifemate. They were still beautiful but several years older. Bellarosa held an infant in her arms, Zarensa had a little girl on her hip and was holding the hand of the little boy that stood between them.

"Captain?" Spock said again.

"I'm not sure, Spock," Jim said, turning back to his own picture. "This is my official Starfleet photo," he said, noting his dress uniform and the medals Fleet had insisted he wear for the portrait.

"How could they have this?" McCoy asked, staring at the picture after handing Jim his breakfast.

"I'm not sure," Jim repeated. He quickly scanned the pages that followed his picture. He didn't know if what he felt was relief or anger when he read that they were able to repopulate the planet with his unwilling help. He couldn't stop from wondering if either of the younger children with Bellarosa were his.

"Why are you in this history?" Spock asked.

"So I'd know what happened," Kirk decided.

"But none of this has occurred," Bones said.

"How can you know that?" Spock asked him.

"He guessed, Spock."

"So you haven't told him," McCoy said gently.

"Not yet. I only wanted to explain once," Jim said, eating his waffles and bacon.

"Perhaps you would explain now?" Spock requested.

Jim nodded, taking deep breath. "Most of the men on the planet are sterile."

"Sterile?" Spock repeated.

"Yes. They think it may be because of the shield. It apparently interferes in some way with the male reproductive system. They needed an influx of viable sperm."

"Yours," McCoy said.

"Apparently. When I first…arrived on the planet, the ruler told me they needed my seminal fluids. I never saw her again. Every morning and every evening, three scientists came and…uhm…took what they wanted," Jim said, feeling the color rise on his cheeks.

"They might have been more careful," McCoy said with a frown.

"I'm pretty sure the one who…touched me had never been intimate with a man before me. I came to think of her as the milk-maid. Her technique did finally improve."

"She needed to...well, never mind," the Doctor said.

"She finally starting using lubricant," Jim confirmed. "The third scientist was behind me. She used…well, she provided stimulation to my prostrate," he finally admitted.

"She entered you," McCoy stated flatly.

"She was careful not to harm me."

"But it hurt," McCoy said quietly.

"It wasn't a lot of fun. She was also the one who gave me the injections so my resistance would be diminished. We finally reached an…understanding so she didn't give it to me every time they came."

"Your ankles and wrists?" Spock asked.

"I was chained standing up for their visits. So I couldn't attempt to attack them in any way. They allowed me to sleep in a chair."

"And the third scientist?" McCoy asked.

"She was in charge. The only one who spoke to me. She never touched me. Each time they left, Bellarosa came. She was a healer. She gave me fruit and coffee. And water. And made sure I was not harmed." Jim turned the book face down and opened it to her picture. "This is her. And her lifemate. Who apparently assumed rule now. Or then. Or…well," he said with a shrug.

"She talked to you?" McCoy asked.

"Each time she came," Jim agreed. "Once she had Zarensa with her. At the time Zarensa was with child. This little boy," the Captain said.

"Then why did they need your services?" Spock asked, looking again at the picture.

"Their hope is that my male offspring would not be sterile," Jim explained.

"Are you worried about that part of it, Jim? That your offspring are on this planet?" McCoy asked gently.

"I don't like it, Bones. Nor can I change it. They took what they wanted and there was no way I could stop them."

"They raped you," the Doctor stated flatly.

"Yes. Gently and carefully. It was no less a violation," the Captain said in a tired voice.

"You must report this to Starfleet," Spock insisted.

"I'll make a full report. I'll have to tell them everything. But ultimately there's nothing that can be done about it," the Captain admitted.

"The planet must be classified as entirely off limits," Spock said.

"That's what they want. And even if we could return to the planet, it's too late to stop them using my sperm. Too much time has elapsed."

"Their time is measured differently?" Spock asked.

"No. I think they can slip the time stream. It's hard to explain but I had the feeling I was living the same day over and over. The room where I was held had a huge window looking out over a valley with mountains beyond. Every day as the sun reached the top of the highest mountain, a flock of birds flew by. There were 23 of them, in formation. Two more on the bottom of the V than the top. The exact same flock in the exact same formation every day."

"Which would explain why you were only gone 36 of our hours," Bones said.

"They may have planned to return me so I wasn't gone and miscalculated somehow. I asked Bellarosa to ask them to contact you. She didn't know if they had. But if we were living the same day, they couldn't have contacted you."

"It would have been unnecessary," Spock said.

"Yes," the Captain agreed.

"Why you?" Bones asked. "Pure bad luck?"

"I don't know. Bellarosa told me they had chosen me but didn't say how or why."

"If they provided you coffee, they must have chosen you," McCoy said with a small smile.

"Is it native to their planet?" Spock asked.

"I'm pretty sure they got it from our ship," the Captain said. "They could make the book appear without us knowing. They could take our food as well."

"What else have they taken?" McCoy asked with a frown.

"I doubt they took anything, Bones. They wanted to make sure I would eat," Kirk said calmly.

"Correct he is, Doctor," Bellarosa said with a smile when she suddenly appeared in the Captain's quarters.

"This is Bellarosa," the Captain said, smiling back at her. "Is your child mine?" he asked, studying her swollen belly.

"Yes Captain. Thank you for this gift."

"How did you enter our ship without detection?" Spock asked.

"Am not here, really. Remain on our planet I do," Bellarosa explained.

"Was I right about time, Bellarosa? That it isn't linear on Leferson."

"Correct you are, Captain," Bellarosa agreed. "Left orbit you did and grateful are we."

"Yes. First one said we needed to go. I'm surprised you could find us still."

"Finding you was not difficult. Go now I must. Appreciate your sacrifices we do."

"Please take care of the children," the Captain requested and she was gone.

"Well," Bones said in quiet amazement.

"Yes," the Captain agreed, not quite sure what else he could add.

"Captain," Spock said softly, some confusion lingering on his face. "If you have no immediate need of me, I will return to the Bridge."

"Certainly. Will you return when alpha shift is over?" the Captain asked.

"Of course, sir. Doctor," Spock said. And he was gone.

Bones studied the Captain when they were alone, seeing more than Jim would have preferred. "Don't tell me you're fine. I'm not buying it."

"In some ways I am fine, Bones. In other ways, I'm utterly and completely pissed off."

"Good. You should be."

"But my anger serves no purpose. What's done is done. Apparently five years ago from the looks of this picture. He wasn't born yet."

"I don't mind telling you that Spock didn't eat or sleep the entire time you were gone."

"I assumed he hadn't. He didn't sleep last night either," the Captain acknowledged.

"No."

The Captain sighed, worrying about Spock more important than his own needs. Except he did have needs that must be addressed. "I'm going to need some…uhm…cream. Or suppositories," the Captain admitted.

"Yes," Bones agreed. "I'll bring you some. You'll administer them yourself?"

"That's my preference," Jim agreed with a yawn.

"That's fine. I'll leave so you can sleep."

"Actually, Bones, do you have time to stay? For a little while?" the Captain asked, trying unsuccessfully to keep all of the need out of his voice.

"Of course I have time," the Doctor agreed, sitting back in the chair after taking care of the Captain's mostly empty plate and cup. "The command crew is looking forward to welcoming you home. Think you can manage dinner in officer's mess?"

"I don't know."

"You can decide once you wake up," Bone assured him. "Do you need any pain medication?"

"Not right now," he decided, closing his eyes. "Could I impose on you to read to me?"

"Of course. It's reassuring to be surrounded by familiar sounds, isn't it?"

"Very much so. I missed you while I was gone."

"Thank you, Jim," Bones said, immensely pleased by the small affection.

"I don't tell you enough how much your friendship means to me. To all of us."

"I trust you know I feel the same," Bones said.

"Yes, Bones, I do know," the Captain said with a tired smile.

With that, the Doctor reached down and picked up the book of Shakespeare always close at hand to the Captain's bed. He had barely begun the first sonnet when he knew Jim was sound asleep.

Jim turned over as sleep slowly left him, his head less fuzzy each time he woke. He supposed he was surprised to see Lt. Uhura sitting in the chair where the Doctor had been.

"Captain," she said with a bright smile.

"Uhura," he responded with a yawn.

"Dr. McCoy asked that I come. He was needed in sickbay and didn't want you to wake up by yourself."

"That was kind of him. And you," the Captain said.

"How are you feeling, sir?"

"Better all the time, Lt," he assured her.

"Good. We were all very worried when you disappeared."

"Thank you. I'm very glad to be home," he said.

"Can I get you anything, Captain? The Doctor asked that I see that you eat," she admitted.

"Mmm…maybe once I wake up," he decided, sitting. "Lt Akia is on duty?"

"Yes sir," she agreed.

"You're off duty today," he realized.

"Yes sir."

"Time is different on the planet, Lt," he explained, not wanting her to think he was being critical. "I lost track of ship's time."

"I understand, sir," she assured him. She did not care what he might or might not criticize her for. She was just so glad he was back safely, it was all she could do not to hug him and hold tightly to him so he never left them again. Instead, she watched as he carefully left his bed.

"Sit, please, Uhura. I just need to visit the bathroom."

"Yes, sir," she said, not resuming her seat, watching with worried eyes as he crossed his quarters with a limp.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he smiled at the cup of coffee she had waiting for him. "I need to be less predictable," he decided, accepting the cup.

"You are only predictable when it comes to your coffee, Captain," she said with an affectionate smile he very much appreciated.

"Thank you, Lt. Spock assured me I didn't miss anything important while I was gone. Was he correct?" he asked her, knowing she knew almost everything that occurred on board his ship, official and unofficial.

"Lt. Jared and Ensign Blackwell had a falling out," she said. When he was safely back in bed, she resumed her seat.

"What was it this time?" he asked, sipping the coffee he enjoyed possibly too much.

"I heard it was about duty shifts."

"I have told them repeatedly to stop trading shifts."

"As has Mr. Spock, sir."

"Does Spock know they are fighting again?"

"No sir. Scotty threatened to confine them both to quarters."

"What they deserve," the Captain said.

"Especially together," Uhura laughed, a sound he appreciated having in his head.

"Definitely. I'll talk to them, again, tomorrow."

"It may be the next day, sir. The Doctor isn't ready to return you to duty just yet."

"Did he bribe you to tell me so he didn't have to?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"Not that I'd admit, Captain," Uhura laughed.

"Of course not. And are you doing alright, Uhura?"

"Yes, Captain. Now that you're safely home."

"Thank you," he said, looking into his coffee cup, not able to meet her beautiful eyes that maybe saw more than he needed her to.

"Would you like some lunch, sir? Doctor said you can have whatever you want."

"Mmm…I don't think I'm hungry."

"He warned me you'd say that, sir. Could I get you some chicken salad, perhaps?"

"No. But thank you," he sighed wearily.

She nodded, refusing to badger him. Doctor's orders or not, the Captain still outranked them both.

"If you would like to return to your day off, I'll be fine," the Captain told her.

"Of course you will, sir. If it's all the same to you, I'd rather stay."

He smiled and nodded. "Certainly, Lt. Thank you."

"If I may say so, sir, you seem…" she paused not sure she could put a word to what she was detecting from him.

"Melancholy?" the Captain supplied for her.

"Possibly. I'm a very good listener, sir."

"Yes, you are, Lt."

She made no further response, respecting his right to sort it out for himself. She had offered. There was nothing more she could do. "Have you heard that Michael Grey and Michael Forrester finally admitted how they feel about each other?"

"Did you have anything to do with this?" he asked with a twinkle.

"No Captain. Honestly. The fact that their duty assignments kept putting them together had much more to do with it," she said.

He shrugged at that.

"So it was all Scotty's doing?" she teased.

"They do report to him," the Captain pointed out.

"And as I recall, Scotty reports to you."

"Sheer coincidence," the Captain claimed.

"Seems that Scotty will be without them for the next three days."

"Good for them," the Captain said. "Did Spock marry them?"

"No sir. They said they would wait for you. They started their honeymoon before you disappeared. They'll resume it now that you're back."

"Another wedding for you to plan," he teased.

"Always my pleasure, sir."

"What are our new orders, Lt?"

"Mr. Spock didn't tell you?" she asked in surprise.

"We had other things to discuss," he admitted.

"We're going to Tortoga, sir," she was happy to report.

"Starfleet finally decided eight months of no shore leave was long enough?" he asked.

"I believe Dr. McCoy may have had a hand in persuading them, sir."

"Probably so. When will we arrive?" he asked, trying to decide. But it seemed too complicated for his weary brain to process.

"Three days, sir. Lt. Matherson is making the leave rosters. Dr. McCoy put you on the first rotation," she confided.

"Is he on it as well?"

"I believe so. Mr. Spock is."

"That's a little surprising," he said.

"To him as well," Uhura laughed. "Dr. McCoy didn't give him any choice."

"I see," the Captain said with a quiet laugh. "And I'm guessing I'm to make sure Spock goes."

"I wouldn't know, sir," she said a little too innocently.

He shook his head at her, making her smile. "Come," he called when his door chimed.

"Captain," Scotty said, clearly pleased to see his Captain safely home.

"Scotty," the Captain said with a welcoming smile.

"If you'll excuse me, sir," Uhura said, standing.

"No need to be leaving on my account, lassie," Scotty assured her.

"I'm off duty, Scotty. And I'm having my hair done," she said with a twinkle.

"Alright, lass. But it looks perfect to me," Scotty said.

"And you are a flatterer," she said with a wink. "Captain."

"Thank you again for coming, Uhura," Jim said as she gracefully left. "Is it your turn?" the Captain asked Scotty.

"My turn for what?" Scotty asked, sitting in the vacant chair.

"To babysit me," the Captain said, sipping his coffee.

"I only came to welcome you home, Captain. And to see if you wanted some kick to your coffee."

"I believe I do," Kirk agreed, extending his cup so Scotty could put in his special ingredient. "Bones didn't tell you to come?'

"No sir. I had to see for my own that you were back and safe," Scotty said.

"I'm glad to be both, Scotty," the Captain assured him. "How are you?"

"Couldn't be better now you're back," Scotty said.

"Thank you. Uhura told me the Michaels finally stopped fighting their feelings and each other."

"Finally, sir," Scotty agreed. "Only other thing that would get them to stop was you being gone."

Kirk nodded at that but made no other response to the statement. "Are you on the shore leave roster?"

"Aye sir. I'm coming down with you, Spock, and Dr. McCoy."

"Is that Bones' influence?"

"Partly," Scotty said, not elaborating.

"I see," Kirk laughed. "Do you know what time it is now?"

"Just after 14:00," Scotty said.

"Bones takes my clock," the Captain explained. "He does that when he's especially determined to keep me here."

"Does he disable the computer as well?"

"He makes Spock disable it. He always has," the Captain said with a shrug. "Since I have no time sense, it works pretty well. Especially when no one is around to tell me the time. Is everything alright in Engineering? Anything I need to know?"

"Every cog is in its place, sir. Spock has all the status reports when you are ready to review them."

"I'll ask him for them. I'm apparently relieved of duty tomorrow as well."

"I heard that rumor, sir. Will you fighting Dr. McCoy's order?"

"I haven't decide yet. I will tomorrow," the Captain confided.

"Fight or decide?" Scotty laughed.

"Both. I'll let you know if I need reinforcements."

"Aye, sir. You can count on me."

"I do know that. And I appreciate it," the Captain said sincerely.

Scotty nodded, pleased by the acknowledgement. "Unless you need anything from me, sir, I best be going."

"Of course, Scotty. Thank you for coming," the Captain said.

"Rest easy, sir," Scotty said as he left.

The Captain smiled to himself when Scotty was gone. He was indeed fortunate to be surrounded with such incredibly capable and caring officers. Made his job immeasurably easier.

He slowly sat up and after deciding the act wasn't too dreadful, went to his computer and turned it on. He wasn't entirely surprised that he had 43 messages waiting for him. He scanned the names of the senders, smiling when he saw a message from his mother. As her video appeared on the screen, he was warmed by her familiar, loving face. It wasn't an overly long message – really just a friendly hello. He was startled when she ended with "And happy birthday, my dear."

"Computer," he said when he had closed his mom's message. "What is the Earth date?"

The computer informed him that on Earth it was two days after his birthday. He was a little taken aback that he had forgotten. Although he didn't make his birthday widely known to the ship, he at least usually remembered. Oh well. As Spock would say, there was little significance to the date of one's birth. Others dates were much more meaningful.

"Kirk to McCoy," Jim said into the intercom.

"McCoy here. You okay?"

"I'm fine, Bones. I had a message from Mom. Asked I tell you hello."

"That's lovely," Bones said with a smile. "Bet she wished you a happy birthday."

"Yeah. Did you remember?"

"Of course I did. You forgot again, didn't you?"

"Yes. Hardly matters," Jim assured him.

"Okay. I made all the arrangements for Shore Leave. Rented adjourning bungalows on the beach. Me and Scotty in one. You and Spock in the other."

"Spock okay with this?"

"Yeah. There's two bedrooms in each. And they have the latest in computers. He won't get bored."

"Good. Uhura says you won't release me tomorrow."

"We'll talk about that over dinner," Bones informed him.

"We could talk about it now," the Captain suggested.

"We could but we're not," McCoy said firmly, the only person on board who could conclude a conversation with the Captain before he wanted it over.

"Alright," Jim conceded.

"What'd you have for lunch?" McCoy asked.

"Don't you have anyone else to nag?"

"No one as important."

"Go find somebody. I'll see you later."

"You sure will," McCoy warned, closing the connection.

With a sip of coffee and a deep breath, the Captain opened the file on his computer called "incident reports," wondering briefly if every starship captain had as many reports in his file as he did. Shoving that stray thought aside, he carefully completed the required form, describing as briefly and succinctly as possible what had occurred on the planet. When he was satisfied with the wording, he routed it to Starfleet Command, copying his second in command and chief medical officer, as required.

That unhappy chore complete, he turned his attention to the messages still awaiting his attention. The number had grown to 66 and he groaned quietly to himself. At no time in Command School had he been warned that being a starship captain consisted of two-thirds of his time being devoted to paperwork. Or at least it seemed that way. Well, best that it be dealt with as expeditiously as possible.

Before he got down to ship's business, he decided to assume ship's dress. A quick shower rinsed away any residual fatigue. Or at least he told himself it did. Putting on his uniform seemed to help – help what he wasn't willing discuss even with himself.

He emerged from his bathroom pleased that Spock was sitting behind his desk, studying his computer screen. "Hi," Kirk said in greeting.

"Captain," Spock said, standing and silently apprising the Captain.

"Have a seat, Spock," the Captain said, waving him back into the chair. "I was about to take care of the messages waiting for me. You can keep me company and then I won't have to forward them to you," he laughed.

"Your spirits seem improved," Spock observed.

"They are. I'm going to refill my coffee. Can I get you a cup of tea?"

"Yes," Spock agreed.

"What flavor?" The Captain waited a moment, returning to his desk to study the Vulcan. "Spock?"

"Sir?" Spock responded, looking up at him.

"What flavor tea would you like?" he repeated, not able to hide all of his concern. It was so unlike Spock to be distracted.

"Vulcan spice," Spock requested, looking back at the Captain with an expression the Human could not read.

Rather than try, he went to his dispenser, requesting the tea and refilling his own cup from his strictly non-regulation coffee maker. "Here you are," Kirk said, setting the cup of tea at Spock's elbow.

Spock picked it up to sip it, watching Jim over the rim.

"Is something…distracting you, Spock?" Jim finally asked more than curious about Spock's unusual demeanor.

"Nothing that I can name, sir," Spock said in evasion.

"Would you care to try?" the Captain requested, a thin edge of command in his voice.

"Not at this time," Spock said, effectively ending that particular conversation.

"Very well," the Captain said, pulling a chair around behind his desk to sit next to Spock, careful not to touch him. He felt the Vulcan tense at his proximity but did not comment on the reflex, turning his attention instead to his computer. "Did you decide to go on Shore Leave? Or did Bones decide for you?" Kirk asked, noticing the shore leave rosters had been transmitted for his approval.

"I chose to go, sir," Spock said.

Jim nodded at that, queuing up the rosters for them both to review. "I guess the Michaels aren't going ashore."

"They do not seem to be on the list," Spock agreed. "Do you know when you will perform their ceremony?"

"Uhura's making the arrangements. They'll let me know when they're ready," Jim said. "Do you have any concerns about these leave rosters?"

"None sir. Lt. Matherson has done his usual thorough job."

"I agree," Kirk said, signing the leave rotations electronically and posting them ship-wide. He opened the next message, quickly scanning its contents. "Did you take care of this requisition?"

"Yes sir. Did I fail to copy you on my response?"

"Probably not. But I have 28 messages from you," Jim laughed.

"Indeed."

Kirk opened the next, reading the content. "What?" he finally asked Spock with a frown.

"It appears to be a private communication which was inadvertently routed to you," Spock said, looking at the sender and intended recipients.

"Oh. Did you know that Wellesy and Graham were dating?"

"I did not, sir. Will you alert them to the fact that you were included in this communication?"

"Yes. Then they'll be more careful," he said replying to them both with a simple question: Did you really mean to send this to me?

The next three messages were routine matters, easily dispatched and deleted.

"You have skipped a message, sir," Spock pointed out helpfully.

"It's from my mother, Spock," the Captain said with a smile.

"I did not intend to pry," Spock said.

"I didn't think you were. You're welcome to see it," the Captain assured him.

"If you are certain," Spock said, surprising the Captain. He had been sure that Spock would not be interested in his mother's affectionate, very human greetings. Rather than try to figure out why Spock wanted to see it, Jim hit play, watching his mother's dear face once more, wondering what Spock thought of her message.

When it finished, Spock looked at the Human, his eyes unreadable, his face still and very carefully blank.

"Should I have not shared it?" Jim asked in concern, worried that in some way it had offended Spock in its openly human nature.

"Just the opposite, Captain," Spock said, making his thoughts no clearer. "I regret we failed to acknowledge your birthday."

"I wasn't here to have it acknowledged," the Captain reminded him. "And until I got mom's message, I'd forgotten about it."

Spock nodded, returning his focus to the computer.

"Spock, I really do wish you would tell me what's troubling you," Jim said.

"I will, Captain. I wish to wait until a more appropriate time," Spock said, his voice slightly warmer.

"And it can wait?"

"Almost indefinitely," Spock assured.

"Alright. If that changes, be sure and tell me."

"Be assured that I will," Spock said.

The Captain nodded, not satisfied but unwilling to push any harder. Instead, he opened the next message which was a reply from Spock to one of the previous requests. "Oh," Kirk said in some surprise. "Why did you deny this requisition?"

"Ensign Jarvis failed to follow protocol, sir. Had the requisition come from Lt. Crowe, I would have approved it."

"I see," Kirk said. "Did you tell Ensign Jarvis?"

"I informed Lt. Crowe. She assured me she would handle the matter," Spock said.

"Alright," Kirk agreed, opening the next message, also from Spock. "Of course you can order the new spectrometer, Spock. My approval isn't required."

"I am hesitant to transmit those requisitions for the science labs without your authorization," Spock said.

"I understand," the Captain said, affixing his approval and sending it on its way. He opened the next message awaiting his attention. It was from Starfleet telling him they were granted permission to take Shore Leave, to commence when they reached Tortoga and to last 14 solar days. "You acknowledged these orders?"

"Yes sir," Spock confirmed.

"McCoy to Kirk," the intercom called.

"Kirk here," he responded.

"You feelin' up to comin' and eatin' dinner?"

"Yes I am."

"Good. I'll buy you a steak," Dr. McCoy said with a smile.

"You're on. We'll be right there."

"Good. See y'all then."

"What do you suppose happens to all the Gs which Dr. McCoy carelessly discards?" Spock asked, making the Captain laugh.

"I have no idea but it's an excellent question. He must be more tired than he's saying," Kirk said, leading Spock out of his quarters.

"I believe he did not sleep many hours during your disappearance," Spock said.

"He said the same about you," Kirk said as they went down the officers' corridor.

"Vulcans require less sleep than do humans, sir," Spock reminded him.

"Yes, I do know that. I also know that you normally sleep during ship's night like the majority of the crew."

"That's partially habit rather than necessity."

"I see," the Captain laughed.

"May I inquire why you find that amusing?" Spock asked, only curiosity in the question.

"For lots of reasons, Spock. I hope I didn't offend you."

"Not in the least," Spock replied.

"Maybe I'll be able to explain one day," the Captain suggested.

"Can it wait?" Spock asked deliberately echoing the Captain's earlier question.

"Almost indefinitely," the Captain said with a smile that would make most human melt where they stood.

Spock simply nodded and waited for the Captain to enter Officers' Mess before him.

The Captain wanted to be surprised that many of his officers were already there, waiting beneath a festive banner wishing him a happy birthday.

"Well," he said with a smile. "I didn't think I'd get away with it just slipping by."

"You know better than that," McCoy scolded him affectionately.

From somewhere unseen, a glass was slipped into the Captain's hand as those gathered expressed their good wishes. All were respectful and warm, those who had not previously had the opportunity telling him that they were most pleased he had returned safely.

Throughout it all, Spock remained at his side, not hovering, completely at ease, almost engaging in small talk with those clustered around the two of them.

"I believe I promised you a steak, Jim," McCoy said happily.

"You sure did," the Captain agreed, sitting at the large table that had been formed by pushing several smaller tables together. "Will you be able to sit next to me while I eat it?" he asked Spock.

"As long as you have no plans to share, Captain," Spock said, making those close enough to hear laugh in response.

"I promise," the Captain said, sitting at the center of the table, Spock to his right, McCoy to his left. The other officers sorted themselves out, taking their seats and chatting casually.

"Jim," McCoy said, giving him a plate with a beautifully cooked steak, a baked potato with butter, and steamed broccoli.

"Thank you, Bones," the Captain said with a pleased smile. After everyone else was served, the Captain sampled his steak, finding it perfect. And delicious. "Where did you get these steaks?" he had to ask.

"Amazin' what you can requisition when you have the right connections," the Doctor said.

"You're responsible?" the Captain asked Spock.

"Partially, sir," Spock responded, eating more of his Vulcan delicacies.

"I see," the Captain laughed. "Is that a sweet potato, Uhura?"

"Yes sir. Would you like part of it?" she offered with her usual lovely smile.

"No thank you. I simply haven't seen one in quite some time."

"They are a favorite of the Doctor's," she said, pointing to the one on McCoy's plate.

"Yes, they are, my dear," McCoy drawled, winking at her because he could.

The meal progressed with everyone enjoying the food and the easy companionship of those gathered. The Captain paid close attention to the voices around him, absorbing them and using them as insulation against the emotions lingering from his time on the planet.

"Don't you agree, Jim?" Dr. McCoy asked expectantly.

"I'm sorry, Bones. I was gathering wool. What was the question?"

"It's not important enough to repeat," the Doctor assured him lightly. He stood, gathering the plates close at hand. "Chekov, you'll give me a hand?"

The young man readily agreed, collecting the plates and putting them in the small kitchen off the mess. Clean plates appeared followed by a large decadent looking cake that proclaimed that the Captain should have a Happy Birthday. Dr. McCoy gave the Captain a huge slice, serving everyone else afterward. Spock was not offered a piece as he never ate it when available.

"There is a gift for you, Captain," Sulu said. "It's from your mother," he said going over for it and handing it to the Captain.

"I had a message from her," Jim remarked. "She didn't say anything about sending a gift."

"Open it," McCoy said between bites of cake.

The Captain nodded, taking off the festive wrapping and opening the box. Inside was a beautiful handmade quilt in the traditional log cabin pattern, all pinks and greens.

"This is a beautiful quilt, Captain," Uhura said, touching it with great care.

"I didn't know your mother was a quilter," McCoy remarked, admiring it also.

"She isn't. There's a woman in town that makes them," the Captain explained.

"It was lovely of her to send it to you," Uhura said.

"It was," the Captain agreed with a warm smile.

"We got you a little something too, Captain," Scotty said, watching Sulu bring out another box. From the shape and size, the Captain was certain that it contained a bottle of his favorite brandy.

"Thank you," the Captain said, smiling at the assembled group.

"Our pleasure," Scotty said, standing. "We best be going now, sir. Alpha shift waits for no man. Or woman."

The Captain also stood, studying each of his officers in turn. "Thank you again. This celebration has been absolutely delightful."

Each of the officers had a quiet word for him as they filed out, Uhura pausing long enough to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

He was smiling still when only he, Spock, and McCoy remained. "Thank you both."

"I cannot take credit, Captain," Spock said.

"Sure. Let me take all the blame," McCoy said with a tone of overstated resignation.

"Credit, Bones. Not blame," Kirk assured him lightly.

"Alright then. I accept," the doctor laughed.

"I will return to the Bridge tomorrow," the Captain informed him.

"As long as Spock is there, I'm not sayin' a word."

"You can be assured that I will, Doctor," Spock said.

"I don't need a keeper," Jim protested.

"You do need somebody to tell you that you are too tired to stay on the Bridge. That you need to eat and six cups of coffee doesn't equate to a real lunch," McCoy told him.

"A keeper," Jim repeated.

"You'll listen to Mr. Spock or you'll be medically relieved of duty," McCoy told him in that tone which brooked no refusal.

The Captain thought briefly about arguing mostly because he could. And he frankly didn't want to be told what he was and was not allowed to do on his own ship. Spock's quiet voice forestalled all protest.

"You know he is right, Jim."

The Captain turned to look at Spock, warm black eyes gazing back, infusing the Human with a sense of caring and….

"Alright," the Captain conceded. "I'll allow Spock to be my Jiminy Cricket."

"Jim?" Spock had to ask.

"An ancient Earth tradition, Spock," McCoy told him. "Go to bed, Jim, before you fall over."

"I'm fine, Bones. And I really do appreciate the party. And your concern."

"Even when it pisses you off," the doctor laughed.

The Captain only shrugged at that, accepting the brandy as McCoy handed Spock the quilt. "I can carry it."

"As can I," Spock said. "Doctor."

"Good night," McCoy said as he walked them to the door.

"You can get the yeomen to clean up tomorrow," the Captain said to McCoy.

"That wouldn't feel right. Won't take me long," McCoy assured him.

The Captain nodded, and with a last weary, grateful smile, left the Officers' Mess with Spock by his side. "Thank you, Spock."

"For what, Captain?" Spock asked.

"For lots of things. Mostly your friendship."

"It is I who is grateful to you for that," Spock assured him.

"We make a good team, don't we?" the Captain said. He failed to keep all of the emotion form the statement and hoped it would not scare away the Vulcan by his side.

"We do indeed," Spock agreed, his voice not as devoid of emotion as he would have liked to believe.

They had arrived at the Captain's quarters and Jim paused before activating his door. Spock gazed back at him, waiting patiently, for what he did not know.

There were several hundred statements Jim considered making while standing in the corridor in front of his closed door, several hundred things he had never told his first officer, his friend. And as he looked up at Spock, waiting, watching, he knew he would be unable to say any of them. Not without saying all of them. And this was not the time or the place to start.

"Spock, I …uhm…"

"We will wait, Jim," Spock said softly.

"I don't want it to be too late," Jim said, hoping Spock understood.

Spock's nod assured Jim that he did. "There is a time for everything. There is time for everything."

"Yes," the Captain said, turning to enter his quarters. "Would you mind putting the quilt in my closet?"

Spock did it, checking to see if there was anything further the Captain needed.

"No. I don't think so," Jim responded, looking up at Spock. Spock held his eyes before nodding and bidding him good night. When Jim was alone in his quarters, he looked around, finding them more empty than he could really stand. Before he could stop himself, he went into the mercifully empty corridor and rang Spock's bell.

"Come," Spock called, not surprised by the identity of his visitor. "Do you prefer to sleep here, Jim? Or should I come to your quarters?" Spock asked, guessing unerringly as to the reason for Jim's presence.

"It doesn't matter," Jim said with a shrug. "Can you sleep on the floor?"

"Certainly," Spock agreed.

"Will you come to my quarters? At least then I won't be making you sleep on your own floor."

"I am choosing to sleep on the floor," Spock said.

"Yes," the Captain acknowledged.

"As you would willingly sleep on mine if my peace of mind required it."

"Yes. You are welcome to use my computer."

"Of course. I will change into bed clothes and be there momentarily," Spock said.

"Okay. I have…business to attend to in the bathroom. Don't be concerned if I'm still there."

"I understand," Spock said.

Jim nodded and returned to his quarters, going directly into his bathroom. He did not like admitting his weakness, his need for Spock's reassuring presence, but at least he knew Spock would not ever judge him. For that, and many other things, he was very grateful.

When he had followed the doctor's instructions, he left his bathroom, hoping the melting capsule was not running down his thigh. "Computer, raise temperature five degrees," Jim ordered.

Spock nodded his thanks from where he sat at Jim's computer.

"There are extra blankets in my closet," Jim told him.

"I will get them when I am ready to sleep," Spock said.

"Okay. Thank you," Jim returned.

"Sleep well," Spock said as warmly as he ever did.

"I hope you can sleep at all."

"It will pose no difficulty, Jim."

The Captain nodded, getting into bed after discarding his robe. He listened to Spock's fingers fly over his keyboard, wondering it if ever caught fire from the speed of his use. "What are you doing?" he asked in a sleep laden voice.

"Updating Science personnel files. Correlating recently concluded research with theories of other astronomers."

"At the same time?"

"There is a lapse between upload and merging. Am I disturbing your rest?"

"Not at all. I was just curious."

"Would you care to hear the results of my astronomical research?" Spock asked. He knew full well the Captain was not interested. Simultaneously, he was aware of Jim's need for the connection the sound of a voice provided.

"Is this your epsilon alpha study?" Jim asked.

"It is." Spock explained what he had theorized concerning the parallels in the two forces and that the research had at least partially confirmed his hypothesis. Before he began discussing the details of the research, he paused and listened to the even, steady breathing from the bed. Certain Jim slept, he returned to the computer, imputing data for 42.6 minutes before he decided to sleep himself.

The blankets were at the bottom of the closet, three of them, sufficient for insulation from the floor and adequate coverage to keep him warm. It did not take long for him to arrange his pallet, sitting on it to study the Captain in the dim light.

Jim was facing him, his face relaxed in his slumber. He lay on his stomach, one had beneath his pillow, the other flung out to the side. He was covered only with a light sheet, the warmer than normal temperature making no other coverings necessary.

Spock focused again on the familiar face, studying his strong profile, the lips that curved so easily into a smile, the curls in his hair that had been set free. Spock had to mentally shake himself. His Captain was not a work of art to be studied. He was a man, a man of fierce will, matched by superior intellect.

Rather than allow himself any further indulgence, Spock lay down and slowed his breathing and heart rate. He needed to sleep, to prepare for the day to come and the needs others would have of him.