We barely made it. The warp core was able to stabilized. The ship is stabilizing. The com started to beep.

"Engineering to bridge."

Spock answered, "Mr. Scott."

"Sir, you'd better get down here. Better hurry."

Spock glanced up at me before he took off running. I ran after my brother. I called out Spock, "Spock!"

My voice sounded rough. Spock ignored me and continued on. I chased after him. Another pair of steps followed ours. It didn't take long for us to arrive at the engineering room. Spock took in Scotty's face before heading to the radiation chamber. Spock ordered the scotsman, "Open it!"

Scotty replied, "I cannae do that. The decontamination process is not complete."

I arrived not long after. I breathed out, "Spock."

Scotty turned around. His face looked broken. His voice cracked, "He wanted me to tell you he would not be able to make it to dinner when we get back."

My eyes widened. I jogged to my brother. I knelt down placing my hand on the glass. He was barely alive. Jim looked from Spock towards me. His voice rasped out, "I'm sorry."

I clenched my teeth, "Sir if I may... Jim when were you going to tell me we had dinner?"

Jim licked his lips, "When we were waiting for the medical team before they came in. Spock, how's our ship?"

Spock glanced at me then back at our captain. He answered, "Stabilized."

I do not think I could hear the words exchanged between the two men. I heard Spock's voice crack. I looked over at him with a tear rolling down my face. His eyes were red and brimming with tears. There were two times before hand when I saw Spock cry. Spock's voice cracked more, "Because you are my friend."

I tore my attention away from my brother to the movement from the captain. Jim placed a hand on the glass and Spock met it on the other side but in a Vulcan salute.

I blinked and a tear fell. I watched his hand moved to match Spock's Vulcan salute. Slowly, Jim's hand started to slide down the glass to his side. I sucked in a breath. I looked over at Spock. I moved towards my brother but he erupted in a yell, "KHAAAAAANNNN!"

I could feel the anger radiate off of my brother. I've seen him pissed before and he nearly killed Serock before father threw him off of the Vulcan. I whispered, "Spock."

Spock stood up and rushed out of engineering. Angering a Vulcan should not be anyone's top priority. Especially if the Vulcan is half human. I stood up slowly seeing Nyota joined us. Scotty held onto her to comfort her. I glanced down at our dead captain. I closed my eyes. This is why I didn't want to pursue the feelings. I didn't want to feel the hurt. I didn't want to feel. I rested my forehead on the chamber. I slammed my fist against the chamber. My voice cracked, "You idiot!"

I sat in medical bay with my fingers laced together. They rested in front of my lips. I stared past the still body of our captain. Scotty called medical once it was cleared to retrieve him. Then Bones decided to keep me in medical bay since I ran off before they finished my exam. From the looks of my scans, my vocal cords would be more likely permanently bruised. If I didn't stress it with speaking, I had to possibility of healing. On the other side of Jim was a cryo tube. Nyota offered herself to be beamed where Spock was located. She, Spock and Khan already beamed aboard the Enterprise to gather Khan's blood. Bones ensured it was the only way as it revived the tribble. He injected it not too long ago. Now all we had to do was wait.

Two weeks. Two weeks ago, the transfusion was given. A heart beat was found hours later. Jim was immediately transferred to the hospital. Bones made me go to the hospital for speech therapy. My hand was sprained. My vocal cords was damaged. He hoped the speech therapy would help. I nearly begged Bones to allow me stay with Jim. It's not very Vulcan to beg. Spock stood in the corner of the room. Ever since he allow emotion break through, he was afraid to get close to our captain. Carol, Nyota and I were the only ones who sat by Jim's bedside. I found out Carol respected Jim and wanted to keep tabs on his health. I looked over at my brother. Due to the damage of my vocal cords, my voice will stay raspy and rough. I spoke to Spock, "You considered him as your friend."

Spock glanced at me, "You considered him as a lover."

I felt my lip twitch upward. I shook my head, "I try to keep away from those feelings."

I looked down at my hands I fiddled with them. I spoke quietly, "He helped me with Pon Farr."

Spock clenched his hands together behind his back. His jaw clenched, "I was wondering how you were able to pass your Pon Farr."

I refused to look at my brother nor Jim. I spoke, "What did you want me to do? I do not have a betrothed. Last I checked my betrothed nearly killed me twice. If it came down to it, I'd ask a delivery man to deliver me pizza."

A rough voice caught both of our attentions, "Well... I am glad I beat him to it."

I felt my cheeks burn. After coming back from the dead, he had to make a comment about our sexual encounter in front of my brother. I looked up towards my brother but saw he was missing. I am sure to get Bones. I looked back at Jim, "I didn't accept a dinner with you."

Jim licked his lips. Jim's face held a half smile, "Alright, well would you want to go to dinner with me?"

Bones came in answering for me, "Sure when you are all better. Now let's check your vitals."

I watched Bones check Jim's vitals then moving to my side. I stood up about to walkout but Jim's voice softly called out, "Dinner. 7."

I shook my head leaving the room allowing my brother and Bones have a moment with Jim. I headed down the hall to meet my scottish best friend. I gave him a soft smile, "He's awake."

Scotty's face brightened, "That's good news! Yer're happy?"

I looked away, "Yes I am. We have our captain back."

Scotty moved to look at my face. He could see the green tint to my cheeks. Scotty raised an eyebrow, "What happened? Was he bein' indecent towards you right off the bat?"

I cleared my throat, "Let's go to my speech therapy."

Scotty followed my person. Scotty stuck to the subject changed, "They said you were makin' progress."

I gave him a look. I rubbed my throat. The bruises should be gone in another two weeks. I answered, "I don't think so. My voice still sound like it went through the grater."

Scotty's lips went into the firm line. He crossed his arms, "I tried to be optimistic."

I eyed him as we turned the corner, "So you're saying I am not getting better."

Scotty held up his hands in defense, "Lass, I'm not sayin' that. You do not sound as rough as you did at first."

I nearly rolled my eyes. To me, my voice sound the same. I knew he was saying that to keep my spirits up. I knocked on the door. A female voice called out, "Come in!"