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RubyHair : thank you so much! I literally almost stared crying when I read your review! I'm sorry about the typos, I write on my iPad and autocorrect is awful. I've read few like that, and I can see why people would go that rought. It does make scence, and I think shatter had a big role in it going that way. I honestly don't know which way it would've happened. I think that TOS Kirk would probably over eat, but I think it could go either way with reboot Kirk, just because the years tarsus are so different between the two.

I hope I didn't screw it up, I just thought it would be nice to have a chapter that's a bit different. Thanks to anyone who read, reviewed, followed and favorited! Enjoy everybody!

-0547-

Something felt different, Jim noticed as he slowly awoke. It took him a second or two of concentration to put together a number of rather disturbing feelings and to realize that there was a needle bandaged into his arm. This, of course, shook him quite badly. From the needle there snaked a thin, long pipe that hung in a gentle curl from a thick white plastic bag that was suspended from a tall metal stand. He made himself calm again and lay quietly for a few moments before attempting to get up once more.

He sat up impatiently, and quickly rejoined the bed for another moment.

As he came back around, he treated himself with a little more care and lay quietly, feeling gently nauseous.

"You okay darlin?"

"Yeah, just... Just blacked out there for a second. I just moved too fast, that's all."

"Okay, yeah." McCoy said while getting up. "Need me to take it out?" He said quickly pointing at the IV.

"Yeah." He said looking at the floor quickly. "Ow."

"Do... If I... Can we.. Are you hungry?

"Yeah."

"Will you try to eat breakfast if I make it?"

"I'll try... But I... I don't know..."

"As long as you try, that's the important part."

"Do you want help?"

"No, I've got it honey. You stay in bed and rest."

-0614-

"Here ya go, honey." McCoy said while setting a small tray on his lovers lap.

"What in the hell is that?" He said pointing to a small bowl of white mush with cheese.

"There called cheese grits. I think you'll like em'."

"Ohh. What're they made of?"

"It's just boiled, ground up corn with cheese sweetie. There real good if you dip the cornbread in them." Timidly he picked up a pice and dunked it in. McCoy looked away. "Do.. Do you need me to go eat in the kitchen?"

"No... You can look at me, you know. Just don't stare while I'm eating." He said with the biscuit halfway to his mouth.

"Okay. Yeah."

"This is pretty good." He said taking his first bite.

"It's my granny's recipe. She useta make it for me when I was a kid."

"Ohh. She sounds like a nice lady."

"She is. Maybe I'll take you down to meet er next time were dirt-side."

"Your too nice to me, you know that? You bring me breakfast in bed and I get to meat your awesome granny. What's next, ehh? Gonna bring me some ridiculous space flowers?"

"Hmm... Now that you mention it, there were some pretty lookin black and white ones last time I was down in the lab..." He said with a smirk. Jim just laughed and put his head on the doctors shoulder.

"Sulu won't stop tellin me about those ones. There called panda lilies, they grow on top of some volcano or something. They only bloom if its like ridiculously hot, so they grow on the inside of the crater."

"Whoa... That's.. Wow."

"Yeah. That's what I said."

"What're you gonna do to day?"

"I think I'll look at that stuff Chekov sent me. It's adorable, every time you put me on sick leave he sends me some equations and some long letter about how he doesn't want me to be bored."

"That kids loves you, you know that? He told me once that you were like the best big brother ever."

"He called me his brother?"

"Yeah. He always does when your in sickbay. He always comes down and asks me how his brother is."

"Damn that kid is cute. Maybe we should try to get him to talk to the Klingons next time, maybe he could, like make them explode with his adorableness. Or at least make them go away."

"That'd be funny as hell. We might even have to call Pike and tell him we found their weakness. I think we'd havta get Uhura to teach him Klingon though, so that he could fuck with them in their own language."

"Just imagine the look that Pike would give us! It would totally be worth the terrible place he would send us to!"

"Yeah! I wouldn't even care were he sent us, as long as he sent us there together."

"You're really damned sappy. Seriously, I feel like I'm in Canada or something.*" He said with a smile.

"You should prolly get dressed eventually, you know."

"I only have like three shirts, and I think somebody keeps stealing my undershirts while I'm at the gym. I don't even know wear my gold one is, which is really bad, cus that's my last one."

"How did you lose them all?! You had like twelve of them."

"You know the gold ones get ripped a lot, and I seriously think there's somebody plotting to try and like, piss me off or something by taking all of my undershirts."

"I bet it's like some huge conspiracy or something. Maybe Spock and Uhura are trying to make you go insane."

"Yeah, and M'Benga is trying to slowly poison you so that he can be CMO."

"I knew it." He said before they both burst into laughter.

"Gimme your plate." Jim said while attempting to stand up. "I'll wash em'."

McCoy slowly handed him his plate, and tried to get a good look at Jim's.

"I know what your doing, you know."

"Yeah, I know. I just.. I can't help but worry."

"It's alright."

"Did... Can I ask, or will it freak you out?"

"I ate it all, don't worry. I don't feel too bad yet."

"What do ya mean too bad? You alright?"

"I'm fine, just keep talking so I can't think about it too much. It uhh... It helps a lot if I don't think about it... I really don't wana be sick again... So I uhh... Just need to stay busy."

-0848-

"Bridge to McCoy."

"What doya want, I'm busy."

"Spock said you have to come to this mornings meeting, Doctor."

"Alright Uhura, tell the damned hobgoblin I'm comin."

A dark blue shirt and a pair of smiley face pajama pants were thrown at the laundry shoot.

The left side of the second row of dresser drawers was empty. This was a problem. Most people would ask why this was a problem. But then again, Jim Kirk is not most people.

"Ok, so... Were the fuck are all my shirts?" He whispered to himself.

He looked around the room, slowly scanning for a black shirt. None.

He walked into the bathroom, and again, looked around. Nope. Not one black shirt. He picked up his pile of clothes that were resting on the counter.

Socks, check. Underwear, check. Pants, check. Shirt, not check. Annoyed sigh, check. He slowly moved back into the bedroom, and opened the right side of the second row of dresser drawers. He rummaged through Bones' drawer of black shirts, just to see if there were any of his were mixed in, which was going to piss Bones off, but whatever, and there were none. Annoyed sigh number two, check. None of them were his. Not a single god-dammed shirt in the whole room was his size. Not one. Quickly he rummaged through his gym bag for his T-shirt, but even that was gone.

"Damn it." He whispered, pulling one of the too large shirts from the drawer.

-0853-

"Good morning everyone." Spock said while taking his seat. "Dr. McCoy, you may begin."

"What exactly am I spose ta be doin? I don't even know why I'm here, I never come to these dammed things. Why am I even at this meeting?"

"To report on the health of the captain."

"Spock, I swear if you said a word, I will skin you alive." He whispered.

"No, they have all accurately assessed the situation and came to their own conclusions. I only confirmed their deductions."

"What the hell? Really?" He said looking around the room.

"I noticed in de mess hall. He alvays sat with book instead of food, and Keptian is weary thin, yes? I figwered maybe he just vasen't hungry sometimes, but Keptian alvays has no food. I wigured maybe fainting is not from low-would sugar and vas from no food?"

"I just accidentally walked in on him in the gym's shower last week. I mean, sure he's always been thin, but I didn't know he was that thin. There's just no way he could be eating right."

"I noticed awhile ago that he doesn't usually go to the mess after shift, and he's always in the gym before I get there. I just... I just noticed the pattern, you know? And then, when he fainted, it all kinda clicked for me. I just kind of got it then." Uhura whispered.

"Whell, I used to always offer 'im a sandwich when he was in engendering, because he's just a wee lad, but he never took it, and sometimes he just seamed dead on 'is feet. An' after a while I realized that I'd never seen 'im eat. I get that it's bit of an odd place for a snack, but I'd not even seen 'im in the mess. After he fainted, I just figured it out, yeah?"

"So Spock, that just leaves you. Care to share?" The doctor said after a long pause.

"I noticed in the mess hall and during diplomatic dinners that the Captain normally did not partake of anything, and had intended to make a query as to why. After his collapse, his apparent lack of interest in subsidence and his exercise habits lead to several logical conclusions, this outcome being the most statistically likely."

"Ok, now that we all know what's goin on, anybody got any questions?"

"Is Keptian going to ve ok?"

"We're working on it Chekov."

"Is there anything we can do to help?"

"Yes. You can all help him by being talking to him during lunch, trying not stare at him if he is eating, and just acting normally." He said in his best doctor voice. " But most importantly, don't ask him if he's ate or gona eat, and don't say anything about it if he does eat. Never pretend you understand, never yell, and never get angry and blame him. It's nobody's fault, not his or anybody else's. The most important thing right now is making sure he's getting proper nutrition. I'm giving him some nutritional supplements right now, but we need to help him change his relationship with food."

"How do ya spose we 'elp 'im with at?

"Just be good role models for healthy eating, and don't be the food police."

-1313-

Ding! "Come in."

"Is that my-" McCoy said pointing at Jim.

"Yes. I couldn't find any of mine." He said while looking at the floor.

"Oh. You look like a little kid wearin hand-me-downs. What happened to yours?"

"Dono. All my shirts are gone."

"How ya feelin'?"

"Awful. You?"

"I'm alright. What's wrong darlin?"

"My stomach hurts, I'm tired, and I'm bored."

"How bout we take a nap and then?"

"Yeah."

-1437-

"Jim? You awake?"

"Mmmhmm. Whadow ya want?"

"It's almost fifteen hundred."

"Oh. Ok." He said while rolling over.

"So that means get up, it's lunchtime. It's well past it if you ask me, but we need to go eat anyways."

"I don wana."

"Eat or get up?"

"Both."

"Come on" he said picking Jim up. "We need to get up." He said setting him on the couch. "We can even go to the mess."

-1503-

"No."

"But we-"

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no."

"Okay... I.. I didn't mean to push.."

"It's fine."

"I can get you a drink though, right?"

"Yeah." Picking up a tray, Leonard slowly picked up his lunch, and (just for a certain someone, just incase) a cookie. He grabbed two glasses and sat down.

"Why?"

"There's other people..." He whispered. "I don't... Don't like eating in public.. It makes me feel like there starring..."

"Are you hungry? Do you wana go home and have somthin?"

"Yeah. But let's stay here. You've already got food anyways."

They sat for awhile, looking out the window. Slowly, the people cleared out.

"Can I have some?"

Leonard looked up from his food, finding Jim completely serious.

"Can I have some?" He asked again, slower, as if McCoy hadn't understood the first time.

"You sure?" The doctor said, pointing at the food with his spork.

"Yes."

"You sure you want it? I can get you your own, if your up to it."

"I don't want my own. Don't question me."

Bones sighed, handing Jim his spork. He looked out the window as Jim helped himself to a small portion of his lunch.

They talked about the ship until Leonard ran out of questions (the obvious, the stupid and the insightful) to keep the conversation going. It became quiet at some point, and jim got up. He reached out and grabbed hold of Jim's sleeve without looking at him.

"Please, sit down," He begged.

"Bones…." Jim didn't move.

He took a deep breath and let go.

"Thank you."

"Please don't thank me for this." He said to Jim's retreating back.

Unenthusiastically, he finished his lunch as he waited for the captain to return from the bathroom.