Beam Me Up

Rating: T

Spock was curled up against the bed rail, Bones was asleep on the floor, and there were several doses of injections done over the lats twelve hours. Spock had finally drifted off to sleep after feeding Kirk a few bottles of water.

Kirk opened one eye, his vision adjusted to the mild clouds looming into view, the dark morning shadows were dancing along the walls, the ivory colored walls had a tint of grey to them. The dark colors of the buildings outside created a strange reflection in the light passing through. He felt Spock on his shoulder, wrapped around him like a vein refusing to let him go, he felt an IV needle in his arm, and a bandage where Bones had tried in a poor attempt to access a vein, then there was the deep flesh wound where he had fallen onto the floor two nights earlier. Bones had packed that, and given him an antibiotic to fight off any infection. His head was in a better state, and he was more aware of what had happened since the last time he woke up. Bones slept on the floor, ready to wake if he called in the night, a bad dream or something other.

He felt a strange sense of something he wasn't sure of… he was, in a way, OK, but then again he wasn't, he was in between. Maybe when he got in the ship, and slammed the gears into warp speed. He had an idea that there was more to this than the attack in the board room, and things were going out get a lot worse. There had to be more than what had happened. If there wasn't then there was a good chance to fight harder.

"You re awake," Spock rolled over, and put a gentle hand on his face. Kirk grinned, and held his hand with what strength he had.

"You're here,"

"Of course, why would I not be, you were in a perilous state not too long ago," Spock looked down, he was still shaken from it.

"You know you Vulcans make great pillows…" Kirk nestled further into his lap, breathing in the scent. Spock gave a small smile.

"Look whose up," Bones gently put a hand on his forehead, smiling wide.

"You're fast," Kirk whispered, Bones nodded, he never knew when he got a vein that fast; not even in residency.

"Stay down, I'm not sure if your 100 percent good yet… I'll keep your electrolytes under thumb," Kirk just looked at him, reaching for the other hand.

"Its OK, we're here… we're riht here…" Kirk closed his eyes, feeling the love and caring they had for him to sit with him, and make sure he was OK. As if on cue, memories flooded his mind.

"He fell…" he heard Bones's voice near him, and feet running. He was on his side, his face cut up.

"Come here, your OK… I'm here," he felt he was lifted up, and the blood spilled onto his shirt.

"Jimmy… hold still, its OK.. We have you," all he knew was that it hurt, and stung and he wanted it to stop somehow.

"There we go…" the sting got worse as the bleeding stopped. He lifted his head and realized he was in Pike's arms. He moved to see what happened.

"Shhh, shhh, stay here… You'te all bruised up, you little fighter…" then there was more stinging and It felt cold again.

"There we go… Feel better?"

Jim collapsed onto the bed, and lay there drained. It was so exhausting that as a cadet you never noticed adrenaline kept you going. He was so tired it was like being hit by a truck.

"Are you OK?"

"I…" he didn't want to get up, and he hadn't even noticed he left the door open.

"Tired?" he got up, brushing it off.

"No… no…"

"Come on you just won a major battle, and have the respect of the entire class, you're exhausted…" he had to be tough and hard, but he couldn't. He collapsed back on the bed, Pike wheeled over and sat down on the bed.

"Lay down, you need sleep…" he felt a soft hand brush his head. He never had this bond with anyone.

"Spock's got it hard,"

"Now you see what I meant,"

"I feel kinda bad, not really though,"

"Yes you do because you miss people, and fee love and hate… he never will, though he likes you a lot,"

"You know that…"

"Yes, he let himself bond with you, and knows you well. I know you hate the idea of that.."

"can… can…" Pike smiled at him, he knew what he wanted.

"Want me to rub your head?"

"Please," he asked in a small voice of a child.

"Did I tell you how proud I am of you?"

"You have to be proud of everyone…" Pike fingers were so nice on his tired body, he was falling asleep.

"you are an example of everything this stands for. James T Kirk, I am very, very, very proud of you." Jim lifted his head and looked at his mentor. Then he gently felt it being pushed onto the sheets again.

"Shhhm shhhh… Sleep, my brave little cadet, you need rest, there we go…"he felt him lay down next to him and rub his back, the one thing he loved. He had never been soothed like this and it felt so good, so safe…

"been taking care of you since day one, I never had that with anyone, Jim… You are so special and you don't see it sometimes…" the long fingers made their way around his tired body, soothing the exhausted emotions. he fet his eyes close and he fought to stay awake, and keep this going, to keep this feeling up.

"I don't wanna sleep…" he threw his eyes open again, raging war against his drained body.

"Shhhh, you're not gonna be ready for what comes next, you need your rest. Try and close your eyes, and I'll tell you a story about me and your dad." Jim liked that idea, he fet his eyes closing, lost in Pike's gentle stroking and whatever tale he was opening for the young cadet. His sleep deprived body slipped into a trance and he didn't even hear Spock come in.

"Poor thing..." Pike whispered, stil rubbing him.

"I am proud of him too Captain,"

"I know Spock... I just hope he knows." Spock settled down and gently scratched the ragged blond hair. If Jim wasn't so sleepy he would have tod them both the truth; about the trust issues he had, and ho they shattered his brick walls. how they loved him unconditionally.

"Jim," he turned, and got down to Pike's height.

"You did above and beyond, son… There is no words I have to tell you what you are to this academy," Kirk grinned.

"Thank you for everything… You did it," Pike held his hand gently, and smiled.

"No, no james T. Kirk, you did it… You and you alone." Kirk wasn't even the least bit humbled, he knew he could, but it was wonderful hearing it from someone he admired.

"I'll admit," he got close to his trainer, and leaned into his ear.

"There were a couple close calls…"Pike affectionately touched his cheek.

"Your dad's smiling down on you today…"Pike whispered, held Jim close. The Captain had never had any kind of loving touch like that before, like a dad.

"I'll always be here…" he responded, tears brimmed in Kirk's blue eyes. He didn't blink them away.

"Taking a page from Spock's book is the only way one can become detached and in this profession its not possible," Kirk shook his head slightly, and put an ear against Pike's shoulder.

"I… I.. may have saved us, but… Captain you saved me…" the realization hit Kirk in the center like a ton of bricks. Pike looked down and smiled, tears now in his own eyes.

"Oh, Jim…." Tears spilled out of the young Captain's eyes as he held the one person he had honest, true love for. The one who would be there for him even when he was a total jerk.

"There we go, shhhh.." he felt warm water running over him, and then voices.

"You're Ok, its all OK…" again more warm water against his bare skin. Was he sitting up or laying down?

"Mmmhhhhmmmm…" he tried out talk but couldn't. Spock gently put a hand on his head to sooth him.

"You are slightly elevated in temperature, Dr thinks it is because of stress… Lay still, we are using warm water to bring your fever down." Spock said quietly, again there was warm water n his bare chest.

"Spock…" the Vulcan heard the alarm in his friend's voice.

"Its alright, just be still and it will be over soon and we can put you back to bed." Kirk was so tired, but he needed to know what happened.

"Pass out…" Bones shook his head.

"No… I assume the spike was cause for the stress reaction and dehydration…" Jim wanted to respond but couldn't he was so tired. He let them bathe him and then he felt Spock wrap him in a towel. He wanted to reach p and help him, but he was too tired. He hit the soft bed and then felt a shirt being pulled onto him, his wet hair gently dried off.

"Shhhh, there we go…" he made a mental note to enjoy this Spock in puppy form. He's never seen it before, and it made him realize how scared his friend was.

"We are here.. I promise, you're not alone, Jim.. he loved you, please remember that, he loved you so very much." Spock gently dried his face off, trying to lull him back into a good, peaceful sleep. Bones took his readings again, as the bath did its thing and cooled him off. He slumped against Spock's chest, he was exhausted.

"I have you, there, there.. We are all here for you, he was taken from you, and the only revenge you will have is murdering his killer…" Spock hated stating the obvious, but he knew his best friend.

"Spock…"

"What…. What is it?"

"I… I need you and Uhura with me. Please Spock, I…" Spock put a finger to his lips, aand held Kirk tight.

"I will… I promise you, you are not alone… We will both be there," Spock gently put his lips to his hair, craving the contact. He loved Jim like sibling, they both needed this; and to see his beloved Captain in pain tore him in pieces.