OH MY GOD! I AM SOOOO SORRY! I took forever but I have a really good reason! My computer died. :;( Took three weeks to get fixed! I was miserable! I promise to update regularly now! Sorry for the long wait! Enjoy the long chapter!! Review as always!!!

On the Unidentified Vessel…Some Hours Later…

Olivia's eye opened slowly as a bright light was shunned in her face. She tried to process what the hell happened but her mind was hazy. Gradually, feeling crept back into her body. First she realized she was on a cold, hard, stone floor. Then she felt the terrible pain in her head. She tried to sit up and after the third attempt, made it into a sitting position. Her vision was no longer blurry. She scanned the small room she was in. Her hand touched the side of her head feeling the dry sticky substance that she knew to be blood. There was a bowl of what looked like water and another bowl of what she guessed was food in one corner. There were bars instead of doors in the small room and she suddenly felt like she was back on Klingon in the prison. She realized she must have the worst luck in the world. A soft groan made her look behind her.

"Spock!" she whispered loudly.

She quickly crawled over to him. She smacked his cheek softly.

"Spock?" she called and soon his eyes opened slowly.

After a couple of blinks he made eye contact with her.

"W-Where are we?" he asked, his voice unsteady.

"I think we're on the Nausicaan ship," she said quietly.

"How long has it been?" he asked and she shook her head.

"I don't know," she whispered.

Spock went to sit up but visibly winced and stopped. Olivia helped him into a semi sitting position and looked him over. His side was steady leaking green blood and it had formed a small pool where he had laid. Her eyes widened.

"Oh my god you're bleeding," she reached out to touch it when his hand stopped her.

She looked at him.

"I need to try to fix this somehow or you'll die of blood loss. You're hurt so let go of my hand and let me f-fix it," she said sternly though her voice wavered some.

Spock stared at her and the grip on her wrist loosened. She began to examine the wound.

"You're wounded as well," he whispered and she nodded.

"Assholes probably hit me over the head and knocked me out during all the chaos. I'm sorry they took you too," she said still examining his wound.

"There is nothing to be sorry for. I cannot keep you safe if I am on New Vulcan, now can I?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

Olivia looked at him then.

"No I guess not. But I can take care of myself you know," she mumbled.

Spock nodded.

"I do comprehend that you can in fact care for yourself. You would state that to me often in our years at Starfleet Academy together," he stated calmly.

Olivia continued working on his wound and tried to ignore the fluttering she felt when he brought up their years at Starfleet.

"I wish to know more about why they attempted to kill you three years ago and why they have returned," he said and then muffled a hiss of pain when she touched his wound.

"Sorry," she whispered making a face.

"It's a nasty wound. How did you get it?" she murmured curiously.

"One of them was going to shoot you. I could not allow that to happen," he said quietly and her eyes shot to his.

"You got shot for me?!" she yelled in shock.

"Is this really relevant? I feel fine," he said and she looked at him.

"It is relevant! And you 'feeling fine' is scaring me. You're not screaming in pain, and with a wound like this, you probably should be," she said softly.

"What did they shoot me with?" he asked and she shook her head.

"I don't know yet. It's different from what they shot me with. This didn't burn your skin but it sure as hell lacerated it," she said wincing.

Spock leaned against the cold stone wall and tried to relax. His body ached and occasionally he felt sharp pains but he should have been in constant pain. Olivia ripped the sleeve of her uniform off and started cleaning the wound with the bowl of water. Spock would tense every now and then. Olivia tried to do it as efficiently but as quickly as possible. She then ripped the other sleeve of her uniform and made it into a makeshift bandage.

"I need to get you to our sickbay to be treated better but for now this will do. At least the bleeding stopped but I fear infection could be contracted…especially in this place," she said about to back away when he grabbed her arm.

"Your head," he said and she shrugged.

"I'll live," she whispered but Spock did not accept that answer.

"Without a doubt, but allow me to clean it for you," he said softly and she nodded and sat in front of him.

He took the makeshift rag and dipped it in the water before pressing it to her head. She flinched some.

"My apologies," he said and she chuckled.

"It's fine. You were gentle in so many ways but cleaning cuts was not your forte," she chuckled some more.

"Hence I never pursued being a doctor," he shot back and she grinned.

She enjoyed pushing his buttons. It reminded her of better times.

"As I recall you were not the gentlest either," he said and she could see the amusement playing in his eyes.

She laughed lightly.

"Hey I was a cadet but I was good at fixing people. Healing was first, gentle came afterwards," she smiled and Spock stared at her.

A small silence fell over them before Spock spoke.

"May I ask a personal query?" he asked as his voice lowered.

"Ask away," she said as he finished with her head.

"Did you mean what you said?" he asked her.

Olivia frowned.

"I've said a lot of things. What are you referring to?" she asked confused.

"When you said you held regrets…" he trailed off and looked away from her.

Olivia's eyes widened some. She had forgotten momentarily about that. He made it easy to forget being mad at him. She thought about it for a moment.

"I hold no regrets with you Spock. Just that I got on that shuttle," she whispered and his head snapped up, their eyes meeting.

"You told me not to go. You stated your fears to me out loud and I still went. All because I was so damn sure I could take care of myself. The truth is…I killed us," she murmured.

Spock's hand touched her chin and lifted it so that she was looking at him.

"We are not at fault for what happened that day," he said firmly.

"They are," he added, his eyes shifting towards the barred door.

As he did a Nausicaan came to the bars.

"I am glad to see you are both awake," he said to the two of them.

"What did I ever do to you that you want me dead so badly?" Olivia seethed through her teeth.

"We do not want you dead. We were hired to kill you. It just so happened that the people who wanted you dead three years ago still want you dead. We are bodyguards for hire, if you will. We must make sure you get to the people who want you. They paid good money. This time they want to watch you die," the Nausicaan said in his deep voice.

Olivia stared at the Nausicaan. So they didn't want her dead now. Someone hired them to kill her three years ago. She realized that this may be bigger then she ever imagined and it left a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"We have specific orders to carry out until we reach our destination. I'm afraid you will need to come with us for a moment," he said opening the door.

Olivia felt Spock move but soon the Nausicaan had his weapon trained on him.

"I wouldn't do anything rash half breed or this time we'll be aiming for you," he said and held out his hand towards Olivia.

Olivia's eyes widened. That's why they brought him along. She stood up. Spock was raging inside. He should be protecting her not watching as they lead her off. The Nausicaan turned to Spock.

"We won't be long," he said and Olivia lost the rest of the color from her face as he dragged her out.

Spock sat in the cage alone. He was tired and weak but his adrenaline was fueling him. He listened carefully. What were they going to do to her?

A short yelp and then silence. Spock's blood ran cold. His heart stopped and his body froze. He forced himself up and stumbled to the bars. His breathing had accelerated. After what seemed like hours but was only minutes the Nausicaan dragged an unsettled Olivia to the cage.

"Step back half breed," he said to the Vulcan.

Spock reluctantly stepped back and the Nausicaan opened the door and pushed Olivia in. He closed the door and left without another word. Spock was by her side immediately. He touched her shoulder carefully.

"Olivia, what did they do to you?" he asked quickly.

"They injected me with something and it burns like hell," she said angrily.

"And they weren't nice about administering it to me either. Freaking jammed it into my arm. I didn't even get a lollipop!" she yelled hoping they heard her sarcasm.

Spock glanced at the small puncture wound.

"They asked me something while I was with them," she said after a while and looked up at him.

He noticed she still stood close to him.

"What did they ask?" Spock asked curiously.

"They asked, 'What lies in the shade of the vessel?'" she whispered and Spock furrowed his eyebrows.

"What was your answer?" he asked after some thought.

Olivia shook her head.

"I told them I didn't know…because I don't know. They seemed…put-off by my not knowing," she whispered.

"That's when they injected me and brought me back here," she added.

Spock nodded.

"Why do I feel like answering that question will provide us with many answers?" he asked.

"Probably because it will," she answered and then Nausicaans surrounded the cage.

Olivia and Spock tensed.

"We have communicated with the ones who hired us. They say that it is unacceptable for you to not know the answer to the question we asked. They have given us instructions to help you remember," he said and opened the cage.

Olivia felt fear creep up her spine. The Nausicaans grabbed Spock and forced him to his knees which proved to be quite painful for the half Vulcan. Olivia went to stop them as fear burst inside of her like a dam breaking but was stopped by a large Nausicaan.

"Please stop! I don't know the answer! I've never been asked that question before!" she pleaded becoming frantic.

"They said you should know," he said and nodded to the other Nausicaan.

A fist went straight into Spock's face causing him to drop to the floor quickly. Blood flowed from his mouth and he spit out more. Olivia struggled harder.

"Just give me some time! I'll figure it out!" she tried.

The Nausicaans didn't look convinced. Two picked Spock up while the other drove his fist into Spock's stomach. This took the wind out of him and effectively made his wound start to bleed again. He coughed up more blood and tried to steady himself. It wasn't a fair fight. Olivia was screaming and trying to speak.

"Stop it! Please! I'm begging you stop!" she begged.

But the Nausicaans didn't stop. They hit him. They hit him hard and kept at it. He had blocked one and knocked another on his ass but then they all began hitting him. Olivia was going nuts. She turned to the one holding her.

"Please, make them stop. I promise I will figure it out I swear on my life that I will figure it out. Give me a day! One day and you will have your answer!" she grabbed the large Nausicaan's hand tightly.

He thought about it for a moment and then called his men back. They let the half Vulcan go and he dropped to the floor a bloody mess. They were going to get in their last kicks but Olivia ran and threw her body over him as the other Nausicaans sneered down at her.

"Go away!" she screamed laying her head on the Vulcan's back and shielding him with her arms protectively.

She could barely hear his breathing and when she did it came out in short painful gasps. The Nausicaans finally exited. The larger one left a large bowl of water and some bandages for her. He also left some rags.

"I am just doing what I am paid to do. It is not personal, just following orders. Help him if you can," he said leaving the supplies by the cage door.

Olivia brushed some of Spock's hair back and tried to see his face. He was hurt badly. Everywhere she looked she saw green.

"Spock," she whispered in his ear and he flinched some.

She retrieved the bandages and water and set it beside him.

"I'm so sorry," she mumbled replacing anger with her fear so she didn't scare him.

Finally Spock moved some. He managed into a sitting position with her help but had to lean up against the wall because he didn't have the strength to hold himself up. His eyes remained closed and his breathing was terribly irregular. Olivia began assessing his injuries.

"They really did a number on your ribs. There could be internal bleeding and they reopened the wound you had previously," she murmured out loud.

Spock coughed harshly and startled her. She wiped the blood from his mouth carefully with a corner of the rag. She wet the rag and gently pressed it to his bruised cheek. He stirred slightly but did not make a move to stop her. The cold water was a mix of pain and pleasure against his hot cheek. She continued gently cleaning the cuts on his face. She was afraid to touch the wounds on his torso without the proper medical equipment.

She could hurt him further. She did manage to steady the bleeding though. She pressed the rag over his eyes and when she pulled it away he opened them slightly. They were tired and Olivia knew he was weakening. He wouldn't have long if he didn't get the proper treatment. Infection would get him if the blood loss didn't.

A hand on her cheek shocked her back to reality. She glanced up seeing Spock softly touching her cheek with one hand. She noticed he was trembling slightly. He swallowed hard and then spoke.

"I-I would like to share s-something with you," he managed to get out.

His voice was hoarse and groggy. It crackled with pain.

"Share it with me when we get out of here," she said knowing what he was trying to do.

Spock shook his head slowly.

"We must think l-logically. I do not think I am—" but she stopped him.

"—don't you dare say it. Don't even think it. We're getting out of here together or not at all," she said firmly.

Spock closed his eyes as he felt the pain spread throughout his body. Olivia grabbed his hand tightly.

"You can't d-die Spock. I didn't come back so you could go ahead and die on me," she said feeling her heart sink.

Spock took a shaky breath.

"I wish to apologize for my behavior s-since you have returned. I-I have treated you t-terribly and made you believe I no longer c-cared about you," he started and she tried to stop him.

"Stop talking like you're going to die! Make amends when we get back to the ship and you're better!" she yelled replacing fear with determination.

Spock let his thumb gently caress her cheek almost absentmindedly.

"Olivia, you n-need to understand why I acted the way I did towards you," he said and she shook her head.

"No I don't. I don't care. I forgave you a while ago. Stop talking," she tried.

"I-I was afraid," he whispered softly.

Olivia looked at him then.

"I-I was afraid to become c-close to you again. I h-had already lost you once. I f-feared I would not be able to bear it a second time," he managed through strained breathing.

Olivia stared at him wide eyed. She was speechless.

"S-So I pushed you away and I kept Nyota close. S-She was the s-safer choice. It was logical," he whispered.

Olivia wondered if she should speak. She was about to when he spoke first.

"It s-seems I have made an error in m-my judgment. I c-care about Nyota but…" he trailed off as his eyelids became heavy.

Olivia panicked slightly and shook him softly.

"Spock, stay with me. Keep talking. Don't go to sleep," she said shaking him again.

Spock looked at her slowly. His eyes were tired and filled with pain but his face never changed. It was only his eyes. The Nausicaan ship shook roughly making her look around. Spock didn't move. His hand rubbed her cheek slowly making her look at him.

"…but I've always loved you…" his hand dropped from her cheek and his brown eyes disappeared under his eyelids.

Olivia's heart rose and then sunk fast.

"Spock? Spock?!" she shook him but he didn't respond.

Light rings began to swirl around them and soon she found herself holding Spock on the transporter pad of the USS Enterprise. She really didn't feel relief in that moment though.

"No…no, no, no! Wake up! Hey, get up! I didn't come back here to watch you die! Now get up! You don't just say something like that and then decide to die! I have questions! Spock, get up!" she yelled at him fiercely.

Kirk raced to the transporter room followed by Nia, McCoy and Uhura. They all looked horrified. Olivia shook Spock again and beat his chest.

"Come on! Please don't do this! Please!" she cried as McCoy ran in and opened his bag and his communicator.

"I need more men up here damn it!" he shouted into the device and then closed it.

"Olivia I'm going to need your help!" Bones said glancing at the tear stained woman.

"H-He's n-not b-breathing," she stuttered.

Bones nodded.

"Then lets make him," he said and Olivia nodded quickly.

Kirk stood some feet away and was about to speak when the intercom went off.

"Captain, the Nausicaans are engaging. We need you on the bridge!" Sulu yelled over the com.

Kirk groaned and whirled around.

"Uhura I need you at the communications station!" he yelled and she reluctantly followed him.

Nia watched the scene unfold before her. She was in shock. McCoy was trying to get the half Vulcan to breathe but it was looking worse and worse. Olivia leaned her forehead against his.

"Spock…" she whispered.

"Please don't do this. I know I left you for a long time but…I came back to you. So please, please come back to me," she begged softly in his ear.

Bones stopped CPR. He took in a long deep breath and scratched his head.

"I'm sorry…" he began but she wasn't listening.

"You once said that I'd always have you. You told me that there was always going to be a place for me in your world. Well Spock, I need you in my world too. I need you so please breathe. Breathe and open your eyes," she whispered in his ear, her forehead still against his.

Nia cried silently. Olivia's hands gripped his ripped shirt firmly. She closed her eyes tightly.

"I love you. I love you! Please wake up so I can tell you. Spock, please!" she begged and opened her eyes slowly.

Her eyes widened. She stared into open brown ones.

"Bones!" she yelled catching the attention of the good doctor.

She pulled her head away from his quickly.

"Well I'll be god damned!" Bones said as he watched the half Vulcan look around slowly.

"He has a heartbeat!" Bones yelled as the other medics arrived.

"We need to get him down to sickbay!" Bones ordered.

Olivia gently pushed some of his hair back.

"Olivia, you're coming too but you are way too emotionally compromised. You can watch but you're not helping," Bones said sternly and Olivia nodded and followed them all down to the sickbay.

I really hope you loved it! You must hate me. This will HOPEFULLY never happen again! I will update soon!! Review!!! ^_^