For You

"Jim? Are you awake?"

With newly-opened eyes, Jim stared upwards at the ceiling. A soft knock sounded at the door. It continued for a moment before, with a tired yawn, he called out,

"Who is it?"

The soft answer came immediately, "It's me; Uhura. Can I come in, Jim?"

He got up and out of his bed, then. After rubbing at his tired eyes, he slipped on his wrinkled nightshirt. With a yawn, Jim ordered for the door to unlock and it swished opened to reveal Uhura.

"Good morning," she said in a sweet tone.

He gave her a curious look before replying, "'Morning."

She chuckled. "You don't have to look at me like that, Jim. I just came here to see how you were doing."

She eyed him up and down. It seemed that she was looking for something. She found the distress signal; light bags beneath Jim's eyes. That was an indicator of a night with little to no seep.

"Rough night?" came Uhura's worried, motherly tone.

Jim eyed her for a moment before replying, "Yeah; didn't get much sleep."

One of Uhura's eyebrows rose. "Is everything alright with Spock?"

Jim visibly filched at the mention of his now-former boyfriend. All night, he had hoped Spock would walk through his door and beg for him back. Of course, that never happened.

His dreams came on and off. They were mainly memories of the moments Jim and Spock spent together, no matter how sappy that sounded.

But he forced a smile, despite the terrible longing ache inside him. "Everything's fine, Uhura. Just trying to sort things out," he lied.

She gave him a concerned look, but it washed off moments after it appeared. A tiny smile grew in its place. "Oh, enough with this Uhura business; call me Nyota. We're off-duty now, aren't we?"

The shadow of a smile curved Jim's lips upwards. "Nyota," he repeated.

She chuckled and set a warm, gentle hand on Jim's shoulder. "Yes, Jim; Nyota." She smiled as well. "Now, will you tell me what's wrong?"

Jim heaved out a sigh. "Uhu- Nyota, I've already told you; I can handle this on my own. I'm glad you want to help, but please, just let me deal with this alone. Please."

Uhura, herself, heaved out a sigh. "You sound just like Spock."

Jim's eyes widened just then. "What?"

"I went to see Spock the other day, and he was all; I can handle this on my own. I do not need your assistance. He frustrates me so much sometimes. Jim, I don't know how you manage to put up with him. I don't know how I managed to put up with him."

Because I love him, Nyota. I love him so much, more than anything else. That's why I can deal with him. I don't know how I'll be able to live without him. One day was like Hell. The rest of my life...

Jim shivered inwardly. He felt so cold, so empty. He needed Spock to make him warm again. Even if Spock was just standing next to him, he'd be beyond happy; thrilled, ecstatic.

But Spock was nowhere in sight. A whimper passed through his lips, and he just remembered that Uhura was with him.

She gave him a strange, worried look, but before she could say anything, he said, "Uh, Nyota... I think you should leave."

And, with one tiny nod, Uhura left, and not before eyeing Jim over for anything that should not be there.

The door swished shut, and Jim was, once again, alone.

Spock looked around his empty room.

It was cold and dark, but he did not mind. What the room was did not bother him.

What bothered him was Uhura's sudden attitude, and Jim's absence.

He disliked the fact that Uhura tried to pry into his personal business. This concerned him and Jim, not her. And he did not doubt that she had spoken to Jim of the matter. But, knowing Jim, he wouldn't have told her a thing.

His lips curved upwards just a tiny bit for a Vulcan smile.

Smart, Jim.

A soft, pleased purr rumbled inside Spock's chest. Jim would not tell Uhura a thing. His t'hy'la was smart like that. If she pried, t'hy'la would tell her some illogical lie and leave her to her questions.

And that's when something seemed to snap inside of Spock.

Jim was not his; not anymore. Jim was the doctor's, not Spock's.

The purr quickly transformed into a deep growl.

If Jim was no longer his, then why was he thinking these illogical thoughts?

He closed his eyes tight, then reopened them moments later.

He needed bed rest. He felt drained, illogically so. That was why he was having these thoughts; his mind was exhausted.

So, with that one last thought, Spock stood from his sitting position and headed off for a good night's sleep with illogical hopes for an easier tomorrow.

I need you, Spock; can't you see?

I'm falling apart here. I need you.

I need your touch. I need your kiss. I need your body.

Please, Spock; come back.

Please...

Jim, t'hy'la… why did you have to disobey me the way you did?

I need you, yet I cannot have you. I do not want another man's scent upon my own skin.

If you hadn't, we would still be together. I would be able to touch you, to kiss you, and to hold you so that you are safe. But you know of Vulcan ways, Jim,my t'hy'la.

They state that I can no longer be with you if another touches you the way they did.

You belong to the doctor now, Jim. He is now yours and yours, him.

I apologize greatly, my Jim. But that is the rule I must abide by.

So, another chapter done and done. How was it? I promise you, some good stuff will come up sooner or later. For now, this is just like the introduction. A very long intro, that is.

Anyways, like always, please review!

Peace,

XiongYi