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Chapter Eleven

Four months had gone by and Jim was feeling isolated and alone. Even with Spock and Bones helping him as they were, he knew he wasn't recovering well. Jim leaned against the wall next to the window and looked out. He was once again in his quarters alone, Spock had been kind enough to get him the day off so he could just be alone and have time to recover from an allergic reaction that morning at breakfast.

Jim sighed, he had been having more and more reactions to things over the last two weeks and it had been hard on to carry on after some of them. Thankfully none of them had been serious enough to make him stay in sickbay for more than a few hours. It was making it hard for him to trust anything around him, well, anyone but Spock and Bones as he knew that he could trust the two.

Jim felt the hypo that was in his pocket, it was hard against his legs and he only had it with him since he had a bad reaction a few days ago. Bones had made sure that he knew how to use it, just in case. He dreaded having to use it when something happens, not if, but when. He knew it was going to.

There had been so many things going on, his laundry had been contaminated with something that had given him hives each time he wore something and in the end, he had to wash them himself just to make sure that he would be able to wear something. He was scared to wear something in his wardrobe now and he knew that he would have to in the end because he wasn't going to wash everything he owned just to make sure, he might be in a rush one of the days.

Spock knew some of what was going on, but not everything, he didn't want to bother him more than he already was. People were bumping into him almost all the time, and it was beginning to make him nervous when he was walking around. Jim glanced to the time and gave a sigh as he began to head to sickbay. He was due to talk with Bones again and he knew that it wasn't going to be a pleasant talk. Jim was going to lie once more and make Bones believe that he was getting better when in reality he was getting worse.

XxXxX

Spock looked at Doctor McCoy and sat down. They were having a quick meeting before Jim arrived for his bi-weekly talk with Bones. They would have an hour before Jim was due. Since Spock had relieved him of duty for the rest of the day.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" McCoy asked him, he had no idea what was going on and why the Vulcan wanted to talk to him before Jim came.

"There is something going on with Jim," he said without any more prompting.

"What like?" he asked him, sitting straighter in his chair.

"He has been avoiding going out of our quarters and has started to stop going to the mess hall for any meal," he told him.

"I know that he has been having a few allergic reactions to things, we can't figure out where it's coming from either," McCoy said, shaking his head. He had been trying to find out what was going on and had even talked with Scotty to find out what was in Jim's last few meals. But there had been nothing from the replicator to indicate that something had been added that would have caused the reaction.

"So we have people aboard this vessel that are determined to harm our Captain and none of us can find out what is going on," Spock said, almost growling as he thought of his mate being in such danger.

Bones looked at him and nodded, "Unfortunately that seems to be the case. I don't know who it is, though they have caused problems for Jim. Jim is not doing well Spock, he fakes it at the moment, fake smile, fake getting better, fake finding his balance again, but it's going to crumble soon enough and it's not going to be pleasant when it happens. He's a strong man, but even then we all have our limits and he is beginning to get to his," he said, sighing as he thought of his friend.

"He is fearful when we leave our quarters when we are in the corridors. He is looking around waiting for someone to come and attack him. I do now know if there is anyone that has done so, as he is hiding things from me, even with the strength of our bond growing he is able to hide," he told the doctor.

McCoy sighed, "I know something is going on, he was going on about some of the crew looking at him with disgust and he was worried about someone knowing what had happened to him. But I've got nothing of what has happened in his medical file, it's in a separate one under high encryption. Hell you were the one to make that encryption for me along with the evidence in the lockup," he said as he added, "it seems like he is being paranoid, but I don't think that's the case, especially with all the times I've had to treat him to a reaction to something I know he would never normally come across."

"What else has happened to him that he has not told me off, Doctor?" Spock said as he sat up even straighter.

"A few days ago someone in Landry had switched the soap they use, because of this Jim had a reaction, his skin was raw for the day almost. Thankfully it was only a mild allergic reaction, but it could have been a lot worse and he just brushed it off, even though I know him. I know he would never have that stuff used on his clothes. I went down there after I finished treating him and called them out about it. Not one of them looked guilty, hell a couple of them even looked smug that they caused the Captain harm," he said, almost growling himself as he thought of the pain that his best friend had been in when he had come to him.

"Make a note of those that looked smug when you dressed them down, maybe we can compile a list of those that are doing so, we might be able to figure out who they are and why they are doing this," Spock said with a nod.

"Might be an idea," he agreed, "Right, if you don't want Jim knowing that you have been here then you better go," he said as he looked at the time.

Spock checked the time and nodded his head, "Very well, we shall speak on this another time," he said as she stood up.

"All right Spock," Bones said as he then watched the Vulcan as he left. He gave a sigh and wondered how Jim was actually doing. He sat there and waited, wondering if he had time for a quick Bourbon before his friend would get there, "Not a good idea," he muttered to himself, wouldn't do to let Jim think what they talked about was getting to him, it was more of a case that Jim was hiding and his own worry.

"Hey Bones," came a voice from the doorway.

Bones looked up and smiled at him, "Hey Jim, come and sit," he told him.

Jim walked in and sat down, pulling out the hypo, "See, I'm still carrying it," he told him a smile on his face.

Bones smiled back as he said, "Well that's good, make sure you do and keep your communicator on you as well, just in case it doesn't work you'll be able to send a message with it," he told him, worry in his voice as he thought of all the things that could go wrong with him.

Jim nodded his head as he looked at his friend and asked him, "So what do you want to talk about this time?"

Bones smiled to him and said, "Anything and everything, how are you feeling?" he asked first.

"A…" he trailed off, wanting to find the right words to use, "A little nervous still but I know that's to be expected," he answered softly.

Bones smiled to him, knowing it was a lie, a small one as he could see Jim was worried and fearful of something. He was in for a long night of trying to figure out what Jim wasn't saying. He nodded his head and began to ask a few questions before he was able to get Jim to just talk to him about the ship and what he had been doing over the last day or two. Bones was able to find out that he had a few reactions but none that needed the hypo, which was a relief. Now he just wanted the man to tell him what else was going on and all would be perfect.


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