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The title for this fic is actually entirely random, and I don't think it fits the story too brilliantly. I had no idea what to call it, so I literally just put my favorites playlist on shuffle, and it landed on Say it Right by Nelly Furtado. So your job is to come up with a maximum of five ideas of what to call this story. The winner will get a character in the story named after them!

Thanks again for all your lovely reviews, I wish I could name you all individually, but it would fill up so much space here. Thanks especially to IGottaFindYou, Paula545 and EnglishDreamer. I enjoyed your reviews for the last chapter immensely!

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So IGottaFindYou also asked, why are they saving the bad guy?

And the real reason is, because otherwise half my story goes down the drain. XD

But the other reason is that its because Kirk is a good guy. He doesn't know much about Sybok. All he knows is that he seems pretty evil and insane, but he is Spock's half-brother, and to a certain extent he is assuming that neither Spock and Riley want Sybok dead.

Chapter ten.

"Were they fighting each other? The wounds are pretty deadly." McCoy asked Spock in a hushed tone.

"Yes. Please report exactly what is wrong with both of them." Spock replied, looking at the two, still unconscious, patients.

"Well I'll start with the the Vulcan. His right wrist is broken. He had to have six stitches on his thigh, and twenty-two on his stomach, after I had shoved his intestines back in of course, it always makes quite a mess when that happens. Luckily no internal organs were punctured, but he may still very likely die of blood loss. A wound to the stomach like his is not joking matter." McCoy said.

"Jim is much worse off. Apart from a black eye, a split lip and a couple of scratches in the face which is nothing new for him, the muscle in his left arm is completely torn and ,messed up, and he needed seventeen stitches there, and if he survives, he's not going to able to used that arm for a quite a while. It may permanently always feel a bit stiff. That is of course supposing he survives. He had four broken ribs, and his right lung was punctured. We currently have him breathing artificially only. He has likewise also lost a lot of blood, and there is internal bleeding. It will be a damn miracle if he comes through. And damn it, I'm a doctor, not a miracle-worker." McCoy finished, the anger and frustration evident in his tone.

Spock simply nodded, his face blank and without emotion. However his answer did not match his calm exterior.

"I suggest you learn how to become a miracle worker doctor. It could come in quite handy when we have a captain like James Kirk." He said, before sweeping out of sickbay.

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I woke up in sickbay, which confused me. I'd just had a really horrible nightmare. Kirk was in it. That was not the reason it was a nightmare though. It was a nightmare because Sybok was in it. I thought I had forgotten all about him.

It was then that I looked around sickbay and saw both Kirk and Sybok lying unconscious on beds. All right, so it wasn't a nightmare. Or else my dreams had taken on a completely new dimension of reality to them. Just in case, I pinched myself. It hurt.

"Riley, your awake. Just in time, we were going to move them both into separate rooms now, I'll need your assistance with moving machinery. One false move, and their a gonna. I need your professional help." McCoy announced, already directing people to move equipment and beds into two separate rooms.

I nodded, and moved to assist with the movement. It was while we were wheeling Sybok's bed into his room that his eyes opened, and landed on me.

"Riley?" He croaked out.

I stared at him, not knowing what to say or what to do.

"Bones, could I have a word, alone with Sybok for a minute?" I asked quietly.

McCoy looked at her oddly, his gaze flickering between the two of them.

"Sure. Just don't kill him. I fought to keep him alive, though it seems he's out of the woods now. Don't let him get up, though I don't think he'll be able to anyhow." McCoy replied, before ushering everyone out, and closing the door behind him, leaving Sybok and Riley alone together.

"What is your greatest fear Sybok?" I asked, as I paced in the far corner of the room, as far away from him as possible.

Sybok's eye followed my pacing, like a cats eyes followed a frightened mouse before it struck. Except there was no longer anything predatory in Sybok's gaze, but rather defeat.

"The same as yours Ri. The same as yours."

"The same as mine? But you always ridiculed me for my fear! You always ridiculed the fact that I was afraid that no one loved me!"

"Yes. So that I was afraid of being unloved. The difference between me and you Ri is that your fear was unfounded, and mine was not."

For a moment there was silence between us as Sybok breathed heavily, staring as the sterile white ceiling. Then he continued.

"Most of all I wanted you to love me. I knew Sarek could never love me. He was emotionless. So was Spock. And Amanda had her own darling son, why would she ever bother with me? You were unbiased. But you showered all your love on Spock. You were practically stuck at the hip when you were little. Like a pair of odd siamese twins."

"We wanted to love you Sybok, but to be loved, one must love in return, and you were so full of nothing but hate." I whispered. "Amanda tried to treat you as her own son, like she treated me like her daughter. But you practically bit her head off every time she tried. Your fear was as unfounded as mine. Spock loved you as well. I think he still does really. Because your his brother." I turned my back to him, trying to hide my tears from him.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and saw Sybok's eyes flash, with an emotion that I did not understand. Which I wasn't sure I even wanted to understand.

"Spock! The darling little hero! Always the best at everything in your opinion. I was the damn genius Riley, I was! That was why I was determined that you join me. So Spock couldn't have you!" Sybok shouted.

He moved as if to get up, but lost the strength, and lay back on the bed once again, panting as he clutched his stomach. I left the room. I didn't want to see his sick twisted face any more.

Instead I went into Kirk's room. They had moved everything in by then. The beeping of the machines was eerie, but I quickly got used to them.

The room was empty, except for Mcoy was sitting at a small desk in one corner of the room, writing recordings down on some charts he had spread out over the table. Being a doctor I hastily, almost automatically, took in everything, accessing his condition.

McCoy, seeing my assessing eye, handed me a list, and I quickly scanned it, reading the list of problems our captain was currently suffering from. Torn muscle. Broken ribs. Punctured lung. Blood loss. It looked bleak.

"Bones? He's not going to make it is he?" I asked as I looked down at Kirk. He looked peaceful in his unconscious state.

"If he does, its because Jim is a stubborn old fool, and not because I'm a medical genius, because I can't do anything more to help him. We've done all we can Riley."

I nodded, and gently brushed a lock of dark blond hair out of Kirk's face. He always had been a stubborn fool. Now he just had to prove how much of a stubborn foll he really was. An oh how I wished he'd pull through. Not because I loved him or anything, simply because he was the good guy in this story, and the good guys have to survive, right?

"How does one know one is in love?" I asked McCoy, twisting my head to look at him over my shoulder.

"Heck if I know Riley, my ex-wife left me. I'm a doctor,not a psychologist."

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Haha! Sorry, dragging it out for you here so you don't know yet whether Kirk lives or dies...

Also sorry that its so short today, it was all I could squeeze in while doing my revision since I have two exams tomorrow.

But you got some questions answered! Sybok at last told Riley why he wanted her to join him. Even if it is a twisted and insane reason.