No One's POV

*Several Days Later – Stardate 11-4-22360.55*

If Emily thought just because Khan and Spock had settled into a truce of sorts with each other and were not actively trying to murder each other would somehow make things easier, she was sadly mistaken.

Only a week after being released from Sick Bay and still technically on light duty, Emily not only had to suffer through their never ending over bearing mother hen-ing, but also their over evident primal, alpha male side that made it clear that they were not only competing with each other but also were apparently distressed and obsessed at the thought of properly taking care of her or her health declining again.

It would be cute if it weren't also suffocating and maybe even a little pitiful.

She didn't know what either of them were trying to prove to her at this point. Out doing each other perhaps. And all the while she had to endure them trying to do so.

Almost on cue her doors swished open, Emily looking up expecting either Khan or Spock, this time it was Spock carrying in a steaming cup of coffee.

Spock had beaten Khan this time, Madison mused mindlessly.

"Hello Commander." Emily smiles, resting her head on her hand.

"Admiral." Spock greets, setting the coffee cup down.

"Thank you, Spock." Emily thanks, taking the cup and sipping lightly.

"The latest ensci and agricultural reports." Spock offers, holding his PADD up for her to scan quickly.

"Great!" Emily says eagerly, already elegantly scrawling her signature across the screen.

"I believe we have found a solution to the problems in resource plot Alpha10." Spock relays.

"Great! Wonderful. Go ahead and sign that off. I don't really need to see it. I trust that you've put enough thought into it. You're my First and Head of one of my departments, Spock." Madison waves off.

"As you say, Admiral." Spock nods.

"Mmmhmm." Madison nods, already turning back to her screens.

"I will leave you to your work then, t'hy'la." Spock says.

Emily grins, giving Spock one last warm look, Spock feeling the warmth of the look make him feel illogically prideful inside as he is dismissed from his mate and Admiral's presence, returning to his own office.

Barely ten minutes later Khan strides in bearing his own cup of coffee for his bondmate, PADD tucked under his arm, the hydraulic doors swishing open upon his entrance.

"Admiral." Khan's baritone voice greets.

"Hello Commander." Emily tilts her head in acknowledgement.

"The engineering report. And the progress report for the newest warship. The warship is almost completed. I estimate another 2.34 days." Khan informs, coffee set on her desk. "I see you already have had coffee..."

"Perfect. Let's see the report… And yes, but it is fine. Coffee. I love coffee!" Madison waves off in assurance, making grabby hands at the cup as she notices Khan's displeased and if she was being honest, an almost anxious looking expression, as if her rejecting the cup would be the end of the world.

Frankly, another cup of coffee didn't appeal to her, just like having to fake still being hungry after eating lunch or a snack once didn't; at this rate just going to make her fat and possibly going to want to make her internally slam her head against the wall.

"Of course, Admiral." Khan acquiesces, offering both the PADD and coffee, expression smoothing out immediately.

Emily smiles, offering her hand as Khan slides his fingers against her palm in a gentle, familiar touch that spoke of years of friendship and now of a relationship.

"Now give me a summary of the report, Commander." Emily asks, kicking back in her seat.