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I was bent over the lovely porcelain throne that was the toilet, waiting to throw up again. The nausea was coming in waves due to the hangover I was currently experiencing; which, of course, forced me to stay in the bathroom for the majority of the day.

Thankfully, however, I was well enough to make it to my bed later on that day. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to relax and calm myself down. Tears threatened to fall, and I felt lonely. I now hated being alone. Why did I have to tell Adie that I'd wanted to be alone? That was so stupid of me! I rolled over onto my stomach, and tried to reach Chekov over the communicator.

"Hey Chekov?" I asked, seeing if he would respond.

"Hey Yohanna!" I heard him say, excitedly, over the communicator.

"Can you come to my room?" I asked, on the verge of crying. "I don't want to be alone."

"Yeah sure! I'll be zhere in a second," he said. There were a couple minutes of silence before there was a knock on my door.

I immediately got up onto my feet, blacking out for a second, and then regaining my composure before going to the door. It swished open, and Chekov was standing there with that cute smile of his. "Come in," I mumbled, receiving a worried look from him.

"Yo, are you okay?" he asked. I shook my head, and the tears started to fall. He pulled me into a comforting hug, and I cried.

An hour later, we both lay on my bed. Nothing had happened, we were just lying there. He was trying to calm me down even more. I had managed to stop crying, thankfully, and Chekov kept me distracted by talking to me about random things like how close we are to home, and how in Russia the food is amazing. "You'll vill have to come with me to Rusia sometime," he commented, feeling nostalgic about his home.

It was about 11:30 at night by the time I heard an all too familiar voice ask over the communicator, "Hey, Jo, are you there?" I could feel Chekov tense up at the sound of Kirk's voice. I wasn't ready to hear his voice yet. Maybe it was a good idea that Kirk and I should be separated; I couldn't bear hearing him speak. The tears began to surface again.

"Jo, seriously, if you're there and listening, can you come down to my room? We need to talk."

Both Chekov and I remained quiet, as I debated what I should do. I probably should go down there. I was so nervous on what I should do. If I went down there, I might officially have my heart broken in half. If I didn't, my heart will be partially broken, but still able to heal over time..

I sighed, and rolled out of bed. "I think I'm going to go see him," I told Chekov, who nodded slowly. I quickly went and got ready so that I would look at least halfway decent, instead of looking like I'd been throwing up and crying all day.

I walked down the hallway that felt like it was getting thinner and thinner as the seconds ticked on. As I made it to the door, I mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I heard Kirk ask from behind the door.

"It's me," I simply said, and the door swished open. Kirk came out, and pulled me in close to him, which really confused me. Then he grabbed my hand, and led me into his room. The doors swished closed behind us.

I stared around the surprisingly clean room. The lights were dimmed; on the coffee table was a single candle in the middle of the table, and the two plates of food were set at either side of the coffee table. Orange and yellow lantanas were all over the room. The fire was going, and Frank Sinatra was playing in the background.

I stared around, awestruck at everything he had done. "Holy shit, Kirk!" I screamed. "This is amazing!"

"So you like it?" he asked, smiling a huge adorable, lopsided smile.

I laughed, and hit him in the shoulder. "Of course I do!" All my worries flew away as I walked over to the coffee table; Kirk followed behind me, and we both sat at either side of the coffee table.

I immediately began to eat, feeling famished since I really hadn't eaten at all that day. I scarffed down the replicated mashed potatoes and moved onto the filet mignon before Kirk had even started eating. When I looked up at him, he was pushing food around on his plate, thinking about something.

"You okay?" I asked him, putting down my fork and knife.

He nodded, and replied, "Yeah, I was just thinking."

I smiled at Kirk. "About what?"

"Nothing," he said, and smirked.

"Bullshit," I said, laughing. "It's impossible to think nothing. Now, what are you thinking?"

"Fine," he muttered, and pulled something out of his pocket. He slid a box across the table, and I picked it up, examining it.

"You were thinking about a box…" I trailed off, joking around with him.

"Just open it, Jo." He didn't find my comment as amusing as I did. I opened up the small blue box, which contained a plain ring with nothing on it; just a simple, silver ring. I picked it up, and held the ring between my thumb and index finger. "It's only temporary. I promise I'll get an actual ring instead of one that came out of a cereal box."

I laughed, and put the small band on my bony ring finger. I held it out to the light, and examined it. "I'll tell you one thing, Kirk. I'd marry you for your money in a minute. Would you marry me for my money?"

"In a minute," he replied, laughing as soon as he recognized the quote from Breakfast at Tiffany's.

"I guess it's pretty lucky neither of us is rich, huh?"

"Yeah." A huge smile crossed his lips, as he asked, "So, will you marry me?"

"Of course!" I answered without hesitation, without thinking.

He let out a sigh of relief; obviously he was worried I would've rejected him again. Part of me was relieved too: we weren't actually breaking up.

Suddenly, a upsurge of nausea hit me, and I rose up onto my feet, and headed straight for the bathroom. I luckily made it in time, with Kirk following close behind me.

"Are you okay?" he asked. I seemed to be asked that a lot lately. He had his question answered when I threw up. "Are you hungover?"

"No," I managed to say before throwing up again. That was a huge lie, and he knew it. He knew I was one of those people who got sick the day after they're drunk, instead of while they're drunk.

"You are, aren't you?"

I slowly nodded, and the nausea passed. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," I mumbled, and buried my face in his chest. "I thought we were over after what had happened yesterday…"

Much to my surprise, he laughed, and remarked, "You were just so devastated that you couldn't handle not being around me." He was joking around with me, and being cocky. "So I'm going to guess that you smoked too?"

I looked up at him, and nodded. "Jesus, Jo, what the hell were you thinking?"

I really wasn't thinking when I did those things; I just wanted to numb the pain. I only shrugged to answer him, and then ran back to the toilet, ready to throw up again. Kirk was rubbing my back, attempting to comfort me as I began to throw up for the umpteenth time.

About an hour later, the nausea finally ended. Kirk allowed me to use his bathroom to clean up, thankfully. I felt much better after I finished cleaning up. I changed into one of Kirk's shirts, and into his sweatpants.

I walked out of the bathroom, smiled, and walked over to the couch where Kirk was now seated.

"You look good in my clothes," he said, as I sat down beside him, and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, except for the fact that they're falling off.

He laughed, and replied, "And what's wrong with that?" Leave it to Kirk to say something like that. He grinned like a little boy, and I returned that grin with a quick kiss on the lips. Deciding to joke around with Kirk a little bit, I got up to leave, but was pulled back down on the couch by Kirk. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to my room," I replied, knowing it would drive him crazy if I actually did. "It's really late, and I need to get to bed." I tried getting back up again, only to be pulled back down again. Kirk had me pinned on the couch, smiling triumphantly.

His lips came crashing down onto mine unexpectedly, and caught me off guard; it didn't take long for me to respond though. I ran my fingers through his already messy hair, and pulled him down on top of me.

Much to my dismay, he broke the kiss, and whispered into my ear, "Stay."

I smiled, and nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck. I brought my lips up to his, not being able to resist him any more.

Kirk was the one who deepened the kiss this time, as he picked me up off the couch, and carried me over to the bed, all without breaking the kiss. I smiled against his lips, feeling completely and utterly happy that we were together again.

Yay for the 10th chapter! Even though I've only had two reviewers (that I love for reviewing by the way)… Anyways, review please. It's not that hard to, it's quite simple really. Also answer the question I had asked before the story.