The window brought a breeze in which I very much welcomed. The hospital room is starting to get stuffy. I turned the page of one of Mr. Scott's work journals. He visited in the morning after I asked if he can bring me his work journals. When he mentioned them to me, I had to ask him all those years ago to read them. I like to see what other people do when it comes to a problem or to make things better. It's interesting. Fascinating. I didn't think anything of when the door opened and closed. It is time for Dr. McCoy to come for a routine check up. He mentioned the stab wound was close to my heart. I am not surprised as Serock's intention was to get rid of me. I turned yet another page. I piped up, "Dr. McCoy, right on time like always."

A clear of the throat caught my attention. My hazel eyes landed on the one person who isn't Dr. McCoy. I asked in slight confusion, "Captain?"

A twitch of his lip went upward. By his body language, he seemed slightly nervous. My angled brows furrowed, " Captain, due to your body language you seem nervous. Have the council from Star Fleet or Vulcan bothering you?"

He shook his head as he answered, "I'm not nervous. I just wanted to stop by and see how one of my great engineers doing. Bones said you lost a lot of blood."

I closed Mr. Scott's journal resting it on my lap. I tilted my head with a light nod, "I suppose. It was an intention to kill but fortunately he did not succeed. I am sure Spock would definitely be wanted for murder then. I wouldn't be able to save him from the trial."

Another sound of clearing of the throat brought my attention back to the sandy blond. He asked, "You two are close, aren't you?"

My lips went into a firm line. Either he doesn't have a sibling or he does but does not have a normal relationship like one should with a sibling. I answered, "We are. More than one should be, I guess. We defended each other. Mostly him with me when we were growing up. He was quite protective then but he still is. I am sure if he could he would wreck havoc for those who shunned or shamed me for being me."

The captain moved towards a table. I heard rustling behind his back. This is the first time I took notice that his hands were behind his back holding something. I thought he was simply holding his hands behind his back. I asked suspiciously, "What is behind your back, captain?"

He freed a hand rubbing the back of his neck as to release tension but I am sure there is a second reason. I cannot pinpoint the reason. James Kirk moved his other hand revealing a bouquet of white gardenias and red carnations. I felt my features soften at the sight of flowers. Mother always loved flowers. She always picked up flowers whenever we were on Earth. Vulcan had flowers but not as beautiful as Earth flowers.

Age 6

I laid on the grassy field of our great grandparents farm. They decided to buy a farm due to retirement, that's what mother said. It was fun chasing piggies and chickens. Spock was sitting underneath the tree in the shade reading a school book. I rolled over onto my stomach picking at the dandelions. I asked, "Spock, I think we should collect flowers for mother. She always pick them up when we come visit."

He turned the page of his book. He answered without looking up, "Negative, T'Saraphina. We were told to stay in the field by the barn. We shall do what we are told."

I stuck out my tongue grabbing the grass blades in my tiny hands. I tried to throw them to Spock but they fell half way there. Spock's brown eyes flicked upward over his book meeting mine. Spock asked, "Did you have to do that in retaliation of my answer?"

I puffed out my cheeks turning on my back. I watched the clouds slowly move. I called out to my brother, "I'll tell mother you didn't want to pick flowers for her. She will be sad. I don't want to make mother sad. I'll just pick them on my own."

With that decision, I sat up to stand. I ignored my brother's calling of my name as I headed to the field beneath us. We sat on the highest part of the hill where the barn is located. I didn't hear the groan coming from my brother's lips but I did hear the running feet behind me. I bent down picking some white clovers. Spock mumbled once he was beside me, "You're going to get us in trouble."

I blew a raspberry at him. Spock let out a sigh tucking his book underneath his arm. He started to pick some clovers. I asked, "Will mother like these flowers?"

Spock looked at them in his hands, "I like to think so."

The two of us never got in trouble that day. Mother was ecstatic when she saw the bunches of clovers in our hands. We each got a bunch of kisses as well from her. When we called father, he scolded Spock for not tending to his studies but I resolved that when I mentioned it was my idea and I wanted to make sure mother had a lot of clovers. It saved Spock's butt then. I breathed out, "They... They are beautiful, captain."

I reached out for them and he moved handing them to me. Our fingers grazed against each other. I didn't notice the captain's breathing hitched slightly. I breathed in their smell. They smelt wonderfully. I could pick out what type of flowers they are due to my random act of studying them for our mother when we were children. The idea of the flowers and colors relating to its meaning escapes me. My hazel eyes looked around the room seeing if there are anything to put the flowers in temporary. I pursed my lips in thought. Seeing there are nothing to contain the flowers, I simply placed them beside me. I raised an eyebrow at my captain. After a long second, he spoke, "I'll bring a vase for them if need to be. I can see you are doing fine so I am going to take my leave. I sent Spock on an errand and he should be back soon. I'm... I'm glad you like them."

I glanced down at the flowers. They are beautiful. I leaned down smelling their fragrance once more. I spoke softly, "I love them. They remind me of my mother."

I ignored the stretch of my healing new skin as I tried to focus on the flowers. I sat up to give the healing scar a rest. My tone changed to of seriousness, "You don't have to get me a vase. I can ask Spock or my father to get me one. I don't want to pull you away from your captain duties. It's never good to stray from your duties too long."

A chuckle left Jim's lips. His right hand rubbed the back of his neck traveling upward to run a hand through his sandy hair. He gave a nod, "Of course, I will keep to my duties. Till Bones give you the okay, you'll be off of your duties. Scotty can handle it himself."

My brows knitted together in confusion. The name sounded foreign on my tongue, "Bones?"

His lips made a 'pop' sound as he realized I didn't know who Bones was. He thrust his thumb towards the door, "Bones is Dr. McCoy. It's a nickname I gave him."

I tilted my head to the side questioning, "Shall I ask how the doctor gained that nickname?"

His lips inched upward into a smile, "A story for another time."

I opened my mouth to ask why not now but he interrupted me, "You said I shouldn't stray from my duties too long. I should be going. I'll come visit again but the story will not be told next time."

I frowned as I watched him backtrack towards the door. I called out to my captain before he stepped out of my room, "Captain, I will ensure you I will not forget the postponement of the story on how the doctor got the nickname 'Bones'."

He winked, "Course not. I never expect you to forget."

With that as the final words being exchanged between us, he left the room. Not a second later, a knock was made on the door. I turned my attention to the new visitor. My voice came out disappointed, "Doctor you are late. Extremely."

Flower meanings I looked up!

Carnations: Pride and Beauty.

Gardenias: Purity, Sweetness, Secret love, Joy. The receiver is lovely.

Color I had in mind: Red carnations - love, pride, admiration.

It was really difficult to figure out which flower without putting too forward but this is Jim. I figured with Sara that she is lovely, and prideful and beautiful. Red carnations I thought he would admire her for her bravery and strength for all the shit she been through. Of course maybe a hint of love but right now it's very much in crushing/liking stage. I'm sorry this chapter is short but it's fluffy. And I hope cute. Let me know what you guys think! Have a wonderful day and week!