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He stayed for a long time. He hadn't even moved, how could he leave? What if Jim woke up and he wasn't there? He sat holding his lovers hand until, finally he too had fallen asleep.

-July 25th-

It started as soon as he tried to get out of bed. Luckily, he was still laying down so the sound was muted, but an unmistakable growl shot through his body like an electrical shock. It was another early morning for Jim. As soon he tried to sit up his vision blurred dangerously, and he felt as if his head was going to explode. He blinked, trying to push away the feeling, but he couldn't shake it. He loved being up in the early morning when no one else was around.

He heard the bathroom door open slowly, and remembered that this morning he wasn't alone.

Bones had to leave again late last night because somehow no one in engendering can protect themselves from a duck. (that in MaCoy's opinion, they should've just thrown out the god damned air lock. Space is not a place for ducks.)

"Mornin."

"Good morning. I'm going down to the gym, wana come?" Jim asked. He always asked, and Bones always said no. Only Jim Kirk could possibly want to work out at five in the god dammed morning.

"You always ask, and I always say no. What makes you think I wana go this time?" He asks, realizing he sounds really bitchy. Fuck it, he thinks. It's to early.

"Because you wana see my sexy ass in these shorts honey, and you know it." He said changing into a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt. And damn did he look good.

"Fine. But next time I want to do something at a stupidly early hour, your doing it."

"Oh shut up, you know your only going because you like my new shorts."

"Did you ever think maybe I just wanted to spent time with you? Maybe I wana see how you can possibly be motivated to work out at this ungodly hour. "

"Nah. If you wanted to do that stuff, you would do yoga with me." He said grabbing his gym bag.

"Your impossible, you know that?" He said as they walked to the gym. They both smiled.

-0548-

Damn, that kid could run. He was like the fuckin energizer bunny or something. Bones had to stop half way through, he couldn't even breathe, and yet there was Jim running the track like he owned the damned thing. Did he run like this every morning, or was he just showing off for Bones?

Finally Spock came over, and sat down next to him.

"Hello Leonard. I wasn't aware you were in the habit of coming here in the mornings."

"I'm not. But Jim wanted some one to run with, and I was already awake. Is he always like this?"

"Hmm. Seems unfortunate for your sleep cycle. Is he always like what, exactly?"

"I mean, dose he run like this every morning?"

"Yes. He's gotten a bit faster over the last few weeks, he's subtracted almost two hole minutes off his best times."

"Really? That much in just a few weeks?"

"Yes. I believe he is attempting to beat my best time of ten miles in forty nine minuets fifty six seconds."

"What's his best so far?"

"Ten miles in fifty two minutes and thirty three seconds, which is currently the second fastest time on the ship."

"Holy shit. When was that?"

"Last night, actually. He normally runs five miles in the morning and about ten, sometimes more, twice a week in the evenings. He is very dedicated to the sport."

"I'll say. It's like he's never going to stop."

They just sat and watched for a while after that, and finally, he stopped.

"Hey guys." He said walking over to them.

"Hello, captain."

"Hey there, speedy Gonzalez." Bones jokingly sneered. "Wana go get a bite to eat?" He said as Spock wandered back to whatever it was he was doing.

"I wana take a shower." He said tiredly. "But then I want some mangos."

"Mangos, really Jim?"

"Mangos are awesome. Don't be mad just because you hate them." Bones made a face. The face that more or less said 'Jim Kirk you're being a stupid dumb dumbass'.

"I don't hate them, I actually like mangos. It's just that you really need to eat more than some mangos. You just ran, what, five miles? You need way more calories than even a hole bowl full of mangos could give you."

"I ran seven, actually. I'm really tired, I really wish I could take a nap."

"Then you need a real breakfast! You can't work out like that and not change what you eat. You need more sleep, too dammit! You can't stay awake all day after six hours of sleep!"

"Seriously, mangos. I want them."

"You're impossible."

"I know."

-0639-

Bones and Jim went back to the room, and Jim got his shower. Bones was trying to find something nutritious, but high in fat, that had mangos or was mango flavored. And of course, because Jim wanted it, there was nothing even close to what Jim needed to be eating that was even vaguely mango related. He thought of running down to Scotty and asking him to program new food into the replicators. But then he realized that would require him to go down there and possibly run into that damned annoying duck. So fuck it, he was going to cook again.

Jim got out of the shower quickly, and brushed his hair. He stepped back and looked at himself for a minute. He can see the weight loss Bones is so worried about, but it doesn't bother him. He runs his hands over his protruding rib cadge, down to his jutting hip bones. He looks down at his ever-so-slightly concave stomach, and reaches his hands around to see if he could feel the vertebrae of his spine. He can. I doesn't bother him, he's been worse. After about ten minutes of 'admiring' himself, he got dressed.

"Jim, get out here the foods done." Bones yells from their kitchen.

"Ohh, what is it?" Jim says while snaking his arms around Bones's waist.

"Peach pie, darlin. I made it crispy on top, figured you'd like it better that way." Jim frowned.

"I'm allergic to peaches." He says quietly. "But it was really nice of you to make it love."

"How in the hell didn't I known that?" He whispered. He turned an kissed his lover.

"It's not on my allergy list. There's not really peaches in a lot of stuff anymore."

"What should we eat now?" He whispered into the captains ear.

"We could go down to the mess." He said moving to face Bones. "Or we could stay right here." He said reaching to pull the good doctor's pants down. And hell, who gives up a blow job from Jim Kirk?

-0730-

"Captain… Captain…" Oh, Spock was trying to get his attention.

"Yes Mr. Spock?" Kirk all but whispered from the doorway.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Spock, just a bit dizzy, don't worry about me." After this Jim took a daring move and stopped leaning on the doorway suddenly to show he was ok and check the navigation coordinates, after moving however, his world promptly turned to black and all he could feel were surprisingly gentle hands lowering him to the floor.