A/N: Thank you to everyone who supports this story. Like I said, it took a heck of a lot to get both crazy kids back together, but it was worth it! More fluff later on and especially next chapter: brother dear is awake!! Wow, all this happens in one day!! Imagine what happens the next day! Hehe..enjoy!!


Spock took a few moments to gather his conscious thoughts before he looked at the crumpled form of Nyota on top of him. He looked up and to the side to see Kirk, Pike and Layla all rushing towards them. He felt something warm on his chest and as he moved, he noticed that Nyota wasn't responding so quickly.

"Are you well Nyota?" He asked tentatively. He could see her start to stir, but her hand was covering her face. He heard a groan and slowly, she moved her head to look at him. He saw that her face was not hurt, but she seemed to be holding her face. Slowly, something red was seeping down her hand.

"You are bleeding. Is anything broken?" Spock was able to slide himself from underneath and slowly moved her to lie down flat. He gently moved her chin up to slow the nosebleed. He touched her nose tentatively with his fingers and moved it a little. It wasn't broken at least.

"Nyota! Are you alright?" Layla lost all her playfulness and all but slid next to her. The guard who sparred with her bent over to pick her up. Spock placed his hands on his shoulders to stop him.

"Amira Nyota should not be moved until a doctor arrives to assess her injuries" Spock explained. The man looked at him briefly before looking at Layla.

"Don't worry. Yuko Mpenzi." She explained. She only hoped that he didn't understand her ancient dialect. A quick look at his features showed that he didn't. The bodyguard took that explanation and moved back a few feet.

Dr. McCoy was summoned and he quickly arrived with his tricorder already scanning Nyota's face.

"Do I even want to know what happened here? Did she fight with a sword and lose or something?" he asked with sarcasm. Layla looked at him perplexed for a minute before smiling.

"Close enough Doctor. She was merely practicing her skills that should have been sharpened during her Starfleet years. She was, and I emphasize was, skilled in stick fighting and hand to hand combat until she decided to drop it. She was tumbling when Commander Spock decided to become her stopping wall."

"I see" said McCoy. He looked up quickly at Kirk and Pike, both with controlled smirks on their faces and to Spock who looked a little guilty for standing there.

"Must have been a hard fall that she busted her nose. Only surface cut though gentlemen so the bleeding will stop very soon -" he heard Kirk snicker.

"Yeah, hard fall alright. You ok Spock?" he tried to ask his first officer without falling down laughing.

"If you are inquiring about my current state of health, I am perfectly healthy Captain. Amira Nyota however didn't land on me properly and I caused bodily injury."

"Ah, I see" said McCoy. He couldn't keep the smirk on his face too as he continued his examination. Nyota at this point was conscious and looking at the ceiling.

"Commander Spock, I do not believe you are at fault for this incident. Nyota would have fallen when she reached the end. She did not have enough control to stop her tumble as gracefully as she would have liked." explained Layla. He looked at her and nodded.

I can't believe I landed on Spock!

She tried to get up, but her head started to spin and she lied back down slowly. Spock took the opportunity to pick her up from the floor and try to carry her off. Her face reflected complete shock.

"Spock, wait, I'm perfectly healthy. It's not necessary." said Nyota.

"I do not believe that you are capable of standing nevertheless walking since you have a slight concussion. It is prudent that you are transferred to Sickbay for thorough evaluation." he reasoned. Without waiting for a reply, he continued to walk. This time, the bodyguard walked a few paces ahead of him and began to spread the crowd.

The few minutes of walking with Nyota in his arms were the most conflicted minutes of his life. A part of him wanted to hold her closer to him, to feel her body against his again. He could even hear her frantic heartbeat against her chest. She still smelled like flowers and mixed with sweat, her pheromones were doing havoc with his overly sensitized nose. Nyota's eyes didn't leave his face. The other half of him still didn't feel comfortable with touch at all. However, both arguments were trumped by one fact: she was hurt and he was partially responsible. It was only logical that he personally ensure that she was taken cared of by Dr. McCoy. Yes, this was the best course of action for him.

He arrived at Sickbay, McCoy, Kirk and Layla walking a few feet behind him. Dr. McCoy pointed to a bed where Spock laid her down gently. She still looked at him, still silent. When Dr. McCoy touched her nose, she managed to tear her gaze away from him.

"Does this hurt?" McCoy asked. She widened her eyes a little at the touch and he quickly stopped. He helped her sit as he began to move his pen in front of her, left, right, up, down then closer to her eyes. The quick movements caused her to sway slightly and Spock was quick to move to her side. Dr. McCoy's lips formed a thin line.

"Well, you certainly did a good job with your head butt. I suggest you stay overnight here, just for observation. You won't be alone. Your brother will be here with you." pointed out McCoy. He turned just in time to see Nyota's eyes bulge out of her face.

"Please Leonard, I am fine. I just need rest. My sister will make sure that I rest." resisted Nyota. McCoy was already shaking his head before she finished.

"Please Lieutenant- I mean Amira, you have a concussion. Someone must wake you from your rest every 3 hours for the first night of sleep. This should not be done in your quarters. It will only be for one night. Your guard will be nearby." said McCoy.

"I will watch over her" said Spock. Both parties looked at the Vulcan in surprise. Layla was looking at him with more scrutiny. Kirk was smirking as usual.

"Spock, I won't let you do that. It wasn't your fault I landed on you. It was mine alone. I should have been more careful. I knew that the crewmembers were filling the gym room. It will be unnecessary." said Nyota. Dr. McCoy hovered over her as she was laid down. A hypospray was brought near her.

"What is that and when can I leave?" asked Nyota.

"It will help with the swelling of your nose and the bleeding. However, this will make you a little sleepy. Another reason for the nurse on duty to check up on you. The rest you will take now will be enough to let you leave tomorrow." McCoy said. Nyota turned to her sister.

"Tell Khaled I will be here in Sickbay. Keep him in our quarters." said Nyota. She then turned to Spock.

"I will accompany you here while you rest Nyota. I will stay." said Spock.

She slowly nodded as the hypospray was given and the immediate effects were seen. She was in a restful sleep.

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It was almost a dream for Nyota. The few hours of rest she would get would have her almost in deep sleep, but a nurse would come and bring her thoughts back to the surface. The medication wasn't helping however; it was all still jumbled and very foggy. Sometimes she could see Spock sitting straight against his chair, a foot away from her bed. His PADD was resting on a bedside table. The other times she could see him walking around the Sickbay, possibly trying to stretch his long frame. The constant almost sleep and being awake was getting to her head though and she began to have waking dreams.

She felt fingers touch her forehead. It was warm and so gentle, almost reverent as it traced her forehead to her cheeks. She turned into the touch, a contrast to the cool room. She tried to say hello, but she wasn't sure whether it came out right. The finger turned into a palm. It was hot. Her eyes fluttered open and she was looking into Spock's dark black pools.

"You must refrain from talking in your sleep Nyota, -ashayam" Spoke whispered. His lips took over his palm, as it traced her features. His kisses were soft, almost airy as it moved around her face. She couldn't stand it anymore, even in her clouded state. She moved her head to meet his lips with her own. It wasn't just chaste, it wasn't just passion. It was a statement of love and devotion from both parties, an exchange of affection when neither were open to display them. The kiss seemed to last forever, until Nyota's breathing changed and Spoke it broke off.

"I see that your brain has full function" said Spock. Nyota smiled dreamily as she managed to bring her hand up. She placed it on Spock's face.

"Thank You for taking care of me, Spock, -ashayam. I love you." she said softly. He took her hand and kissed it before placing it back on her side. He continued to watch her as she fell back to sleep.

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It was quite late in the morning when Nyota woke up from her sleep. She turned drowsy eyes towards the single chair, looking for her pale companion, but was met with a significantly dark skinned man instead. It took her a few seconds to register that it was her brother.

"Gah! Issa!" Nyota exclaimed. She sat up quickly, but then leaned back against the cushions.

"Good morning to you too Nyota! How are you feeling?" he asked, bemused. He looked around this hospital ward with curiosity before resting his eyes on his sister.

"Where is Commander Spock?" she asked, her face passive yet her eyes were tight with worry.

"How about you greet your brother 'Good Morning' and I will tell you what happened to Commander Spock" he smirked.

Nyota couldn't help but smile at his attempt to lighten up the mood. She definitely had some explaining to do. She held out her hand and he took it in stride. He got up from the chair and managed to sit down on the bed. His dark Starfleet issued pants and shirt were nice and snug against his muscular build and it hid the bandage around his ribcage. They looked each other over silently for a few minutes until Dr. McCoy entered the suite, Layla, Kirk and Pike in tow.

"Good Morning Issa. When did you wake up?" Nyota asked.

"Well, I woke up about 4 hours ago. I was informed by Layla what happened to you yesterday and why you ended up here. I managed to convince Commander Spock to get some rest before his shift starts in another hour. Last time you woke up it was I who sat on the chair." he explained, the last statement looking a little more intensely at Nyota.

Nyota was quite lucky she wasn't entirely awake when they arrived. Otherwise, she would have to explain why she was beet red.


OK, for some reason the brother had to wake up a chapter earlier. Oh well. I'm currently working on the next chapter. I hope to finish by tomorrow! wish me luck! and for those who started talking about Layla and the doc...you put a whole 'herd' of plot bunnies in my head! evil people! but I love you all!