Baby and Dreams

Archer slipped a free arm around his nephew. The stars were their only company on this summer night. Jim for his part, merely buried his form into Archer.

"Can Papa see us?" came sleepy question, Archer tried to think on this one as his emotionally wounded nephew tried to stay awake.

"Yes, yes, baby he can see us." Jim nodded, grateful for the confirmation.

"Uncle Archer,"

Hhhmmmm…" as if on cue Jims communicator went off, and he heard the soft sobs of the little one known as Pasha. He got up from Archer's bed, and went to the hall, then was met by his Spock.

"I'll go," he whispered, giving his lovie a quick kiss. Jim slide onto the bed, and pulled the scared teen into his arms, rocking.

"OK…. OK, its all OK, little one… Shhh, shhhhhhhh, I gitcha ya, there we are," he felt the skinny arms wrap tight around him.

"Pasha, hey.. shhh, look out at the stars," he pulled Chekov tighter. Jim kissed him on the forehead.

"Pasha, one of them is Admiral Pike," Jim whispered softly. The eyes looked up at him with awe, and tears stained cheeks.

"Vhere.. Vhere… is…" Jim shushed him again pressing the boy closer to his side.

"The middle one, by Saturn," Jim answered, almost certain. A soft swosh pf the door, and a scared Spock was with them.

"Wha is the matter little one?" the Vulcan got down, and put a hand on his head. As if on cue, the little one vomited all over the sheets, Jim holding him, rubbing his back.

"That was unfortunate…" Kirk scooped up the kid in his arms, and went to the bathroom, cleaning the junk off his face.

"I am sowry…"

"Shhhhh, its OK ," Jim then scooped him up and went to the shared bedroom of him and the teen.

"Take care of my Jimmy," Jim turned, and looked at his soon to be lover, Chekov still in his arms.

"His last words were to take care of his beloved baby bear," Chekov let out a fussy whimper, wanting Jim's attention.

"Shhh, s'okay, sweetheart." Jim soothed. He got the little one to bed, and remembered the time when he had been the cranky newborn.

"Uncle Archer wanted to make sure you were alright," Bones caught up to him as they went to training.

"I'm fine, Bones," he wasn't but who cared. He was OK, and nothing was going to get in his way with anything.

"Jim…"

"Fine," Bones was out of ideas, and knew the only threat was Pike in this situation. They got onto the ropes, and Jim remained focused, and hard. He didn't even see his Godfather come in, and take the PADD checking his medical file.

"Jimmy," Jim turned when he got down, and saw the soft, gentle grey eyes; hey were so full of love and concern. Jim nodded, and speed walked towards the door. Somehow he was alone, and in the hall when the soft hand touched his neck from behind.

"Bunny what happened, is everything OK? Hhhmmmm…" Jim looked down, and conceded defeat and plain angry and upset he had to be so weak.

"You don't feel good," his Godfather said it knowingly, like a parent would. Jim looked down at the floor, and shook his head. Pike knew better when to push and pull him, and when he needed a good release of everything. As they took the lift to the officers' quarters, the Captain relished in having his Godson in his arms.

"Come on, my little fighter.. I'll get Mr. Bear, and the rainbow blanket OK… Yeah, and an extra towel in case my bunny needs to get sick again," he had returned with all Jim's favorite things, and curled up in bed with his Godson, as the moon rose over HQ.