Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.
When Spock had left Jim's quarters, he had only been mildly concerned; he had heard that humans tended to sleep more when they were experiencing emotional turmoil. He had gone to McCoy to fill in the doctor on what had occurred since last night. McCoy had nodded and reassured him that Jim would be fine, and to stop worrying before the nurses started another rumour about the Captain's close personal relationship with his first officer.
'Doctor, I feel as if you are not taking this seriously.'
'Fine, if it puts your hobgoblin mind to rest, I'll check in on him after lunch.'
Spock spent the rest of his morning forcing himself to focus on whatever task he was working on, refusing to dwell on the health of his captain. Spock didn't taste his food as he ate it, simply swallowing it as fast as he could, without appearing to be rushing. The knot of anxiety was growing bigger, and as soon as he had completed his meal, he dragged McCoy off to check on Jim.
'Spock, if you keep acing like this, I'm going to start thinking that the nurses are right about the two of you.'
Spock ignored him and opened the door of Jim's quarters. Inside was not what he was expecting, the whole room was in various states of disarray, with Jim himself missing.
'Ok, maybe you have reason to worry,' McCoy admitted.
'No-one has reported a strange acting captain in the hallways, so he could not have gone far.'
'Bathroom maybe?'
The bathroom was awash in water, but devoid of a certain Kirk, Spock moved onto the next logical location, his own quarters. Jim was indeed there, curled up and asleep in the middle of the bed, shirt damp, and looking none the worse for wear.
'You don't think that he drank out of the toilet do you?' McCoy asked.
'There is insufficient evidence, but it is the most likely scenario.'
'Oh Jimmy boy, you are a mess now aren't you?'
Spock had been saved from responding when Nyota commed. McCoy to inform him that Admiral Pike had arrived on the Enterprise and was looking for him.
'Come on hobgoblin, the admiral will worry his ass off as soon as I tell him, you might as well come with,' catching Spock's gaze he added, 'Just let him sleep, we'll wake him after we brief the admiral, if he doesn't wake on his own.
Spock and McCoy debriefed Admiral Pike, plotting excuses to stop at every base between here and Earth, to maximise the time for Jim to get himself in order. Spock chatted with Pike until McCoy returned with Jim, worrying the whole time. During dinner, Spock couldn't stop watching Jim eat; it reminded him of the way Puppy Kirk would eat when he was fed late. An ounce of longing rose within Spock, even if the other two men were not amused by the display. Spock departed for his quarters not long after Jim did, sticking his head through the bathroom door to check on Jim before retiring for the night. Jim was sprawled out on his bed, fast asleep, worrying Spock a little - surely so much sleep wasn't healthy. Spock shoved it out of his mind for the night, if Jim was still lethargic tomorrow, he would mention it to McCoy.
Settling down on his own bed, he tried to ignore the quiet noises coming from next door, Jim was fine, he was just over reacting. Just as Spock was about to abandon sleep and meditate, the door between his quarters and the bathroom opened. Spock stayed still as the door shut again, he hadn't seen anyone come in, it was possible that the door had malfunctioned.
The bed dipped as a new weight was added, and Spock went impossibly stiller. A moment later, Jim curled up next Spock, still asleep, and lay his head on Spock's chest, where his heart would have been, had he been human. Jim nuzzled in closer, snuffling contentedly in his sleep, and Spock allowed one arm to curl around Jim's back, hand resting on his waist, fingers brushing something soft. Spock manoeuvred himself slightly upwards and caught sight of the rabbit, tucked away between their bodies. Spock's other hand rose to card through Jim's hair lightly, still impeccably like his puppy fur, stilling as sleep closed in, resting where it lay.
'Jim,' Spock whispered sleepily to the darkness, awaiting the day.