Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.

A/N: I got bored so I ended up writing two chapters.


Uhura had started to yell at Spock and honestly, it wasn't his fault, he had been dumped with his captain-turned-puppy and had a momentary lapse. It wasn't as if Jim was upset all that much, it was an accident after all. Before he could help himself, he had begun to whine. He was beginning to just too just go with these puppy reactions, at the very least it attracted attention without him being told to butt out.

'Now look, you've upset him,' Uhura snapped.

Spock raised a single eyebrow, 'I upset him?'

Jim backed away from both of them, tail between his legs and a whine escaping from him. He didn't like then fighting, it made him sad. Uhura shot him a look of pity before her expression hardened and she stalked back into the bathroom.

'Nyota...' Spock called out to her as he followed her in.

Kirk decided that now would be an excellent time to finish his meal, in peace. A few minutes later and the unhappy couple returned.

'I suppose I don't even get any thanks for cleaning up your mess?'

Kirk immediately wandered up and rubbed his forehead against her leg, hoping that the action would convey his thanks. Apparently it did.

'If only all guys were as thankful and appreciative as you,' Uhura commented, shooting Spock a meaningful look.

'Thank you Nyota, now if you excuse me, we both have jobs to get back to.'

Uhura snorted then stormed out, back stiff, head held high. Had Jim been human, he would have pointed out that girls didn't always appreciate guys being direct and to the point. Although at times, Jim would have liked it if girls were more direct. Spock opened the bathroom door and left it open before turning to leave for the remainder of his shift on the bridge.

'Captain,' Spock acknowledged as he left.

Jim waited a few minutes for Spock to come back before moving. He had never been in Spock's quarters long enough to have a good look around, by that he meant alone. Spock's quarters eventually became as boring as the bathroom and Jim decided that he was about ready for another nap. As he wandered towards the bed, he noticed that the closet door was a jar. Slipping inside, Kirk noticed that one of the shirts had come off its hanger and was now lying on the floor. The whole effect was very un-Spock like. Investigating further and Jim discovered the same smell as on the blanket in the bathroom. Definitely Spock's then. Curling up in it, Jim drifted back off to sleep.

When he woke, it was to the sound of someone calling for him. Reluctant to open his eyes, Jim remained curled up where he was. Footsteps were followed by light falling over him and Jim looked up at Spock and Bones, Bones with a hypo. Jim immediately backed away, into the corner. Not again, it hurt, he didn't want another hypo, he didn't need one.