A/N - Here's the next chapter. Some people didn't really like Spock in the last chapter because he was so OOC, but he does have emotions and they can surface. I promise I'll keep in character as much as I can but he probably will have outbursts as the stories go on, especially if Jim gets hurt or he feels someone is too close to him.

Oh…and there is a little surprise in the middle. Please don't hate me for it. I just thought it was cute and funny.

Please enjoy it and let me know what you think and as always enjoy!

Spock sat on the floor of his room, bringing his emotions into check before forcing them into hibernation. An outburst like he had just experienced, in front of the Doctor and the Captain of all people, was simple not acceptable. He would make sure that nothing like that had ever happened again.

Now that Spock had regained control of himself he applied himself to the task of deciphering the reason for his actions. He had merely been walking in the hallway when he felt this sudden rush of pain. It was not his own, but it was there none the less. After that he felt the need to protect the individual. Not just any individual but Captain James T. Kirk. The Captain that he served. His Captain. His Jim.

Figuratively, he shook his head before closing his eyes to replay the memory.

After the unexpected sensation of pain he walked into sickbay and before he could control himself, Spock felt a primal urge that he did not understand. He didn't even feel himself speaking.

"What are you doing to the Captain?" Spock spoke, his voice like venom. Haw dare someone like McCoy touch Jim. My Jim. Not yours, but mine.

He did not wait to listen to the words that came from the Doctor's mouth; instead he walked over and pushed the man to the floor before going after him again. The only thing that calmed him was a loud voice and warm hand on his arm. That of his Captain. His Jim.

Spock was all eyes and ears as he let McCoy finish his work on Jim. The time that he had been sitting still allowed him a small amount of time to scold himself for what he had done.

"Spock I think we need to talk." Those were the confused words that had come out of Jim's mouth. A mouth that would, in time, be his.

Spock shook his head and put on a mask of calm and control. "That would be unwise at the moment Jim…Captain." He corrected. "If you would excuse me I have some personal matters that need to be addressed."

Spock opened his eyes and remained sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. While going through the event he found that his temperature had raised if only slightly. He forced it back down and began to ponder what his lack of control meant.

The Captain was no longer just the Captain. James T. Kirk was his. There was no other logical reason for the way he had acted. The look in Jim's eyes had been confusion, but Spock knew that the Captain felt the same. They were meant to be together. They were meant to have a friendship that would define them both, but his elder self had apparently left out the more important details of that friendship.

He found that it bothered him much more than he should have. If this is what was going to happen he needed to know all of the facts. It was the only way that Jim would be safe. Especially if that primal urge returned again.

Spock had never felt anything like it. It made him feel powerful and when he had let his emotion come through he could sense the fear in the Doctor and even in Jim. He found their reaction to be logical. He was much stronger than they were; he was also quicker and smarter. If they were ever to be on opposing sides he could over take them before they were aware of it.

Still the fear that had radiated from Jim hurt him. He wanted Jim to trust him. Jim had no reason to fear him. People who hurt Jim had reason to fear Spock. That is, however, when something else occurred to the ever-so-logical half-Vulcan. For one brief moment Spock felt like hitting the Captain. Not because he was angry at him, Spock didn't think that was possible anymore. He wanted to hit him for allowing McCoy to touch him in such an inappropriate place; the man actually had Jim's pants pulled down somewhat.

"He is a doctor. And one of Jim's best friends. He was merely healing him." he reminded himself. Internally, Spock sighed and closed his eyes again. If he was going to attempt to talk to Jim and discuss the best course of action then he was going to need some more time to contemplate his thoughts and to make sure that his emotions were in check.

Back in the sickbay Jim had gone back to staring at the door Spock had left through. "Seriously…what the hell was that?"

"If I didn't know any better I would say you have one possessive Vulcan on your hands Jim. Better watch out before he becomes sexually frustrated."

"Bet he's nicer than when you are. If you don't get laid often enough I get hypo jabbed into my neck three times as often. No wonder people still question me as a Captain."

McCoy was about to make a snide remark about feeling guilty at tricking women into bed as Jim had done, but he caught the tail end of the remark and was able to hear the slight shift in his voice. "People don't doubt you." he reassured, even though he knew member of the crew, even after all this time, were cautious when it came to something Jim ordered. He was very young.

Jim shrugged it off and plastered a smirk onto his face. "Think I can get Spock to let loose like that again? Probably would be an amazing fu-"

"Shut up!" Bones warned, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You need to rest. You lost more blood than you should have when the green-blooded hobgoblin start on his war path."

"I think you're just jealous."

"Excuse me?"

"You are jealous." Jim took the time to over pronounce each word, his smirk staying glued to his face, his eyes laughing as he watched the expressions on McCoy's face.

"And what exactly am I jealous of?"

"You're jealous because you think Spock is going to get me before you can." Jim couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw the blush creep onto the older man's face.

"I think your delusional Jim."

"You want me."

"Whatever…and think he's going to get you. You like him, he's attracted to you. What's the big deal?"

Jim noticed the curious look on McCoy's face. Jim didn't like discussing his past but he could trust McCoy, he was one of his best friends after all. Hard not to be after someone warns you they might puke on you.

"Well, he kinda scared me. I've seen him angry but that even beat the time he almost killed me. I thought about that when I saw that…wild look in his eyes. I know I provoked him and obviously seeing us so close to each other and how errr compromising it looked…" he noted the blush on his friends face again., "it set him off."

He's a good guy Bone's but my mom and I thought my step dad was too. I mean once he married my mom he totally changed. He hit me, tried to take advantage of me." Jim knew at once he said too much. He was shaking and McCoy was looking at him with so much pity and affection that it was hurting him.

"Jim - "

"Forget it Bones. It's in the past." He stopped the Doctor from replying. "I mean it. It was a long time ago ok?"

McCoy nodded and got up. "Lay down and rest for a little bit. I'll come check on you and see if you can stay in your quarters without causing anymore damage to yourself." he walked out as Jim complied, appearing too tired to actually argue that fact the he could rest in his own bed.

Besides, Jim felt comforted in the fact that McCoy had just listened and didn't pry any further. Maybe one day Jim would confide more in him, but right now he just wanted to sleep. And he was determined to get down to the bottom of everything; he wanted to know what exactly Spock was feeling and thinking and what caused that blush to appear on the Doctor's cheek. For one of the only times in his life Jim fell asleep feeling safe and loved.

He didn't know how long he slept but Jim woke up with a warm and nervous feeling in his stomach. He had some work to do. Silently he got himself out of the bed and stood up slowly, his body sore from the cuts and from lying in a stiff bed for so long. That's when he heard McCoy chuckle from the entry way.

"Rough night Jim?"

"I've had worse. You'd be surprised how vicious women can be."

"Hardly." he watched Jim as he tried to stand up straight and stretch. He smiled letting his eyes going over him in a less than doctorly manner. "You need help to your quarters? Spock has been on the bridge handling things."

Jim smirked, "I think I might need help Bones."

McCoy walked over and wrapped his arm around Jim's waist leading him to his quarters.

Jim leaned on his friend and smiled when he felt the grip on his waist tighten. They didn't receive any weird looks as they walked, Jim often had to be taken to his rooms to rest and hadn't been in that state to get there on his own. They walked into the room and McCoy went to set him down but Jim stopped him.

"What's wrong Jim?" he asked his eyes meeting his.

"Nothing Bones." he said giving him a smile.

"Ah Jim…"

"What?"

Before McCoy could say anything Jim kissed him slowly. He didn't know what the hell he was doing. He had been curious, and it did feel good. McCoy closed his eyes holding Jim before pulling back. He smiled but shook his head. "Was that as weird for you as it was for me?"

Jim nodded, "Like kissing my brother."

They both laughed. "Glad we got that out of the way." McCoy finally said laying Jim down on the bed. "I'll tell Spock he has nothing to worry about."

Jim flushed bright red, "You wouldn't."

McCoy laughed and walked out. "Watch me." he let the door slide shut just as Spock rounded the corner.

Spock tensed when he saw that the Doctor was leaving the Captain's, his Captain's quarters.

"Don't worry Spock. He's all yours. He's like my brother." his voice got dangerously low and merely cause Spock to raise an eyebrow. "On that note, if you so much hurt a hair on his head I will hurt you. I'll find a way but don't you dare hurt Jim."

"Doctor I have no intention of causing Jim any harm, intentionally." Spock left the Doctor confused and knocked before entering Jim's room.

"Bones I told you I'm fine." he said his back to the door. Jim was trying to get the damn shirt off so the cool air of his room would sooth some of the aching.

Spock walked over silently helping him.

"Thanks Bones…Spock." he said suddenly breathless.

"Jim." he said nodding his head, fighting to keep himself in check. Spock sat in a chair near, but not to close to the bed Jim was sitting on. "Jim you should lay down. Those appear to hurt."

"They do." he said laying back, not totally unaware of the fact that Spock was looking at his chest. "What brings you here?"

Spock let his gaze linger on Jim, not bothering to hide it. "I wanted to check on the status of your health. Also, I would like to speak to you about a more personal matter."

"Of course." Jim replied smiling. Now we're getting somewhere. "Well I am perfectly fine, nothing more than sore. What else did you want to talk about?"

Spock watched Jim's face with intent. He was curious, some apprehension behind his eyes. The half-Vulcan spoke carefully, "I think we would both find it pleasing to engage in a romantic relationship."

Jim pretended to look embarrassed and flashed a smile at Spock and noticed the green tinge that appeared on his cheeks. "Spock did you just ask me out?"

"Affirmative."

"Spock," he said smiling, "Do me a favor."

"Yes Jim?"

"If we're gonna date dumb down the language for the dumb human."

"While I do not believe that you are anything but intelligent I will do what you ask Jim."

Jim laughed and Spock raised his eyebrow in confusion.

A/N - So there it is. Please let me know what you think. I thought the exchanges were pretty funny. Please don't hate me for the Bones/Jim. It was that once I promise.

L.A.