Jim didn't want to let go.

She still had one of her hands in his hair and the other one was still underneath the collar of his science blue uniform and it was drawing small circles there.

Spock didn't want to let go either.

His hands were still on her bare hip bones and even tho he stoped moving them over her skin, he had no desire to remove them either.

Their faces were still close and they were breathing rapidly.

The doorbell rang for the second time in the last minute.

Spock awkwardly cleared his throat and slowly removed his hands from Jim's hips. This wasn't right. He had a girlfriend. He shouldn't be doing this no matter how good it felt.

He brought his hands up and slid them over Jim's arms, that were still resting on the back of his neck, until they reached her hands. Once there he grasped them and removed them slowly, almost afraid of her reaction. Luckily she didn't protest. Because he had no idea what he would do if she did.

Jim watched him while he removed her arms from his neck. She didn't protest. She had no right to do so. He had a girlfriend. They shouldn't be doing this. She just stood there, breathing heavily, starring in his eyes that were basically screaming that this was the last thing he wanted to do.

What shook her out of her trance was a loud banging at door and a gruff voice of her best friend aka Bones could be heard from the other side of the door.

"Spock, damn it! Open up! I can't find Jim!"

Spock slowly stepped away from her and made his way to the door where he proceeded to unlock them. A disheveled form of her best friend stood on the other side and he was breathing heavily, almost as if he ran all the way here.

"Thank god you're here. I can't find Jim. Sulu told me she went with you to give a report to Archer, but now I can't find her anywhere. She is not in her dorm and Sulu also told me she might be injured."

"Doctor McCoy, calm down. Jim is here."

As to prove a point, he took one step aside and revealed Jim who's appearance was hidden by his board shoulders.

McCoy's eyes turned as wide as saucers when he took in her appearance. His eyes traveled from Jim to Spock and then back.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Jim and Spock shared a glance and then they both said,

"No!"

Jim's answer was a bit more forceful. McCoy looked at her suspiciously, but chose no to comment on it. Jim was grateful for that.

Bones pushed passed Spock and entered his quarters. Spock made a slight sound of disapproval but let him get away with it.

Once he was inside McCoy went straight forward to Jim, took her arm and sat her on Spock's couch. She didn't protest.

When Jim was seated on Spock's couch, McCoy took out his medical scanner and scanned her from top to bottom. The only things he found were an elevated heart rate and bruised ribs.

"Why are you here anyway? There's nothing wrong with your quarters."

Jim looked at Spock briefly, but then quickly turned her gaze towards her best friend.

"I had a roommate."

Bones looked at her sympathetically.

"You could have come to my place."

Jim just smiled sadly. She didn't want to be a burden to anyone. She knew he was very tired and she didn't want to bother him with her problems. The only reason she accepted Spock's offer was because he insisted. And also, she didn't want to scare him. She knew she would be having nightmares and she also knew he would stay up all nigh watching over her.

"I don't want to be a burden."

"Don't be ridiculous woman. You could never be a burden to me. "

Jim almost melted at those words. His voice was gentle and soothing. He only spoke in that voice when he was talking about his daughter or when he was worried about her.

Meanwhile, Spock was still positioned next to the door and was feeling very uncomfortable. He felt like an intruder in his own home and the reason for that was the fact that he was spying on private moment between two friends. He could clearly see that two friends cared about each other deeply. Leonard spoke differently with her than he spoke with anyone else. His voice was (dare to say) gentle. His famous frown left his forehead and his eyes were not as hard as when he spoke to someone else. Spock decided to break the silence.

"Pardon me Leonard, I believe I am to blame. Miss Kirk informed me that she had a roommate, therefore I insisted that she spends the night here."

"And where will you sleep, hobgoblin?"

Jim smacked Bones upside his head when she heard the way he called Spock. Bones didn't even blink.

"Vulcans do not require as much sleep as humans do. I shall simply spend the night meditating."

Bones looked sceptical for a moment, but eventually he just sighed, stood up and made a beeline to the door. Before he exited he turned towards Spock once again and told him,

"If she needs anything, don't hesitate to contact me."

Spock just nodded and closed the doors after Bones went out.

Jim was still on the couch, but now she was looking at him. Her sky blue eyes were starring into his brown human one's. Spock felt an unusual desire to kiss the said girl, even though he knew he shouldn't feel that. Nyota is his girlfriend, the person he is fully committed to. So, logically, wanting to kiss someone else was completely illogical. But Spock was also aware that, had they not been interrupted by Leonard McCoy, he would definitely took the 'next step' and kissed her. And possibly not just kissed her. Of course, the fact that he did not engage in any form of sexual intercourse for nearly two years wasn't helping his case either. His and Nyota's relationship was still relatively new.

Despite the popular belief, Vulcans enjoyed sex. They don't need to have sex outside the seven year cycle, but the act itself is not unwelcome. And Spock (like every other male species in the universe) welcomed it too.

Jim was (for the lack of a better term) horny. She didn't have sex in two weeks (which is a lot in hers case) and the look Spock was giving her did nothing to tame her desire. If Bones had not interrupted them, she would be all over Spock. She could still feel the tingling sensation where he touched her bare skin, she could still feel his minty breath on her lips. Pull yourself together Jim!

They just stood there gazing at each other, the air turning more awkward with each passing second.

Spock cleared his throat, that felt almost like he didn't use it for a while. At the sound of that Jim averted her eyes and coughed awkwardly.

"Jim," Spock's smooth voice filled her ears, "it would be wise for you to rest."

Jim, still unable to look him in the eyes, just nodded and said,

"Lead the way."

Spock passed her and she followed him to his bedroom. When they entered Jim was splashed in the face with a rich, musky smell that was purely Spock. It smelled like cinnamon mixed with Starfleet shower gel and some other spice that she couldn't quite name.

She snapped out of her trance when Spock gave her his black shirt and some comfortable gray sweatpants.

"I am afraid that this is the only clothes that will fit you. You may also use the shower if you wish."

Jim almost reluctantly took the clothes he offered her, their fingers brushing in the process. Jim almost jumped out of her skin when their fingers touched. It felt almost like an electric pulses were running through her body. It was strange yet very pleasant feeling.

Spock was feeling similar thoughts too. When their fingers touched, he barely suppressed the hiss that was trying to break through his lips. He felt a spark, a spark that went straight to his groin. He broke the contact as soon as Jim held his clothes in her hands. He almost groaned at the mental images of her in his bathroom naked, her in his clothes, her in his bed, her light body stretched out across his sheets.

He... he needed to mediate, now!

Without waiting for her response, he turned around on his heel and marched out of the room.

Jim was still gaping at the empty space Spock had been occupying few moments earlier. His pupils were dilated, his gaze intense. She blinked to clear the haze of arousal (both Spock's and hers) and slowly walked to the bathroom door.

The bathroom was big, but also very minimalistic. White tiles, white towels, white sink, everything was white. Above the sink stood a giant mirror. Jim also made a mistake of looking at it and god damn it she looked like crap. Her golden hair was looked more like a birds nest, her normally sky blue eyes were now dull and she had under eyes the size of a Texas underneath them. Her sharp cheekbones were now decorated with bruised, so were her sharp jawline and her thin, long neck. She took off her black shirt and gasped in surprise. Her ribs were rimmed with dark bruises and were very painful to touch. She also took off her pants and her boots and socks and exhaled in relief. Her legs, feet and toes were intact. There were no bruises on them. The same could be not said for her hands. Her knuckles were bruised and bloody from many punches she threw today.

Those were not her worst injuries. Physical wounds will heal. But the mental ones remain open for a longer period of time. She knew she will have nightmares tonight and she almost kicked herself because she didn't thought of that before. She also knew that it couldn't be helped now, so she just took off her underwear, turned the shower on, set the temperature and let the water wash away her problems. If only.

Spock heard unmistakable sound of a shower and let himself finally relax a bit. He sat on the couch, pretty disgracefully, and relaxed his tense shoulders and spine. He put his elbows on his knees and lowered his head in his hands. He took several deep breaths to try and calm himself. It didn't work. He could still feel the electric current that went through his body when their fingers touched. The fact that he was half hard form that moment wasn't very helpful either. He shook his head to get rid of the unwanted thoughts. He stood up, much more gracefully this time, found his candles, his mat and finally settled dow so he could mediate.

He took deep breaths, repeating the mantra inside his head with each breath. I am in control of my emotions. I am in control of my emotions.

A few moments later, he realized he couldn't quite concentrate on what he was saying. His thoughts were still running free. And these thoughts were were very inappropriate. Every image his brain provided sent an electric pulse through his spine straight to his cock. He was now completely hard and was breathing heavier. The worst part was that his brain just wouldn't shut up and also the fact that each and every thought and image was about the person that currently occupies his shower.

Jim in the shower.

Naked.

Water hitting that slim and light body.

Her long legs.

Her slim hips.

Her full breasts.

Her strong arms.

Her long, thin neck.

Her sharp jawline.

Her pouty lips.

Her high cheekbones.

Hey eyes.

Her hands.

He imagined her hands running through his hair. Her lips on his own. Her hands running lower and her lips following the trail her long slim fingers left behind. Her hands unbuttoning and unzipping the zipper on his pants, her fingers sneaking into his underwear. All of that time, her lips will follow. He imagined her hands taking him, her fingers stroking. After a few pumps she would take him in her mouth, her skilful tongue tracing the line from his head to the base of his cock. And he would find his release and he would make her swallow every drop. And for all that time, she would be watching him.

Spock snapped to attention when he felt his hot seamen filling his underwear. He was breathing hard and he also found out, with great displeasure, that he archived an orgasm. He came in his pants like a horny teenager. He shook his head, took a deep breath and stood up from his mat. He blew out the candles and stood so he could listed for a few moments. He could hear the sound of rhythmically breathing coming from his bedroom. She was asleep. Spock opened the door to his bedroom quietly. Jim was stretched out across his bead, her face in his pillow. He crossed the room, careful not to wake her, and entered his bathroom. There he took a quick shower, brushed his teeth and put his black sweatpants on.

He exited the bathroom, one again quietly, and opened his closet, from which he took his spare pillow and his blanket.

Upon leaving the bedroom, he debated should he leave the door open or should he close them. He left them open in case she needed him, but also because he found that the sound of her breathing had a soothing effect on him.

He dropped his pillow and blanket on the couch and he plopped down onto it himself. He grabbed a book that was on his coffee table and started reading where he left off.

Jim woke up with sun shining directly in her eyes. She smiled, but closed her eyes never the less and turned away from the blinding light. She buried her head in the pillow and breathed in slowly and deeply. She smelled that rick, musky smell and she couldn't help but to think this was the best night of sleep she had since... since forever actually. She slept peacefully through the night, no waking up, no nightmares, no noth... wait, what?

No nightmares, she had no nightmares. No dreams what so ever. Pleasant or unpleasant.

That thought wake Jim up completely. She jumped so now she was sitting rather than lying in bed. She was in king sized bed with white sheets and white pillow cases and boy did it smell good.

Wait, this is not my room.

Jim slowly searched her mind. What's the last thing she remembers? Let's see; admiral Archer, going with Spock to his quarters, almost kiss, Bones, and... and... and she never left his quarters. She took a shower and then promptly passed out from exhaustion. Huh, that explains the smell.

Jim swung her long legs on the side and crawled out of bed. She made a short trip to the bathroom where she splashed her face with cold water and brushed her teeth. Her face was looking better today. She still had bruises, but her under eyes were gone. Also she was hungry.

Barefoot, she went to the kitchen to find something to eat. When she opened the fridge she found all ingredients that she needed to make pancakes. She mixed all ingredients together and then took a pan, poured a little oil in it when she heard a sound. Must be Spock.

She put her pan with oil on the counter and entered the living room.

Spock was sleeping with his unfinished book on his chest,he was lying on his back with one leg popped up on the couch and the other one on the floor, his blanket and pillow underneath his head, when he heard a noise. Still not conscious enough, he groaned and rolled on his side, the book slipping from his chest and hitting the floor. He also took notice that he was unusually chilly. In attempt to warm himself up he warped his arms around himself, brought his knees to his chest and turned around so his head was now facing the back of his couch.

And that's exactly how Jim found him. She smiled at the sight of a Vulcan with a messy hair, curled into an almost fetal position. She also noticed that the said Vulcan is shirtless. He only wore a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He was also shivering slightly. Careful not to wake him she tip toed to his bedroom and took the comforter that was on the bed and made her way over to a sleeping Vulcan.

When she returned, she noticed that he changed his position again. Right now his head was buried in his blanket and he was lying on his stomach, his legs and arms stretched out. Right now she had a great view of his board, muscled back and shoulders and she unconsciously licked her lips.

Realizing what she was doing she quickly but gently placed the comforter over his sleeping form and retreated to the kitchen.

Spock was aware that he was pretty uncomfortable in this position, so he quickly changed it. He turned on his stomach and buried his head into his too soft pillow and stretched out his limbs. Ah, that is better. He was also aware of the warmth that consumed him few seconds later. He decided not to question where it came from and to simply enjoy it. A few more minutes of sleep never killed anyone, right?

By the time she was done, Jim had already made at least two dozens of pancakes. She was getting ready to wake Spock up when he entered the kitchen barefoot.

Spock was awoken with a pleasant smell that he recognized as pancakes. He opened his eyes to see... nothingness. Then he realized his head was buried in the blanked that was lying on his pillow. So that's why his pillow seemed a little too soft. He had a comforter over his back. And that's why it was so warm. He could hear the sounds from a kitchen. Jim. She was humming and singing a song called 'Angel with a shotgun' by a 21st century band 'The Cab'. Spock decided that she had a lovely singing voice and just sat on his couch listening to her.

2.35 minutes later, she stopped singing and Spock was starting to be aware of how hungry he is. He threw the comforter off and marched into the kitchen.

She was there, covered in flour, cooking breakfast in his kitchen. That thought alone was enough for his brain to send an electric shock to his groin and Spock's cock twitched. He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep soothing breath to calm his nerves. This time, it worked. Thank Surak, because his sweatpants concealed nothing.

He opened his eyes and saw Jim's blue eyes starring at him in concern.

When Spock marched into the kitchen, Jim promptly froze. He was so adorable. His hair was all messed up, his eyes were still sleepy, his sweatpants were a little bit twisted form constant turning on the couch and he was barefoot. And he had the cutest toes she ever saw on a man.

She looked at his face and she saw he had his eyes closed and that he was breathing deeply. Then he opened his eyes and Jim was a bit concerned because she made herself at home and decided to use his kitchen. But what Spock said next calmed her down.

"I was not aware you cook."

"It's my hobby, it helps me calm down and I thought maybe I should thank you because you let me sleep in your bed. And I would also like to apologize because I made you sleep on the couch."

"I did not plan on falling asleep. Do not worry about that. Now, if you do not mind I will have my pancakes with blueberries and strawberries."

Jim smiled her famous smile (the one that swept men off of their feet) and grabbed a plate to put his breakfast on. Just as she was about to put the plate in front of him, the doorbell rang.

"If you will excuse me."

Spock turned on his heel and went to open the door.

When he did open the door Nyota Uhura waited for him with a smile on her face.

"Hey, can I come in?"

Spock said nothing and simply opened the door to let her in.

"I smell pancakes."

Spock nodded.

"Indeed. Would you care to join us?"

Nyota looked puzzled for a moment.

"Us?"

A voice could be heard from the kitchen.

"Spock, who is it?"

Uhura pushed passed Spock in a rush to get to the kitchen. When she did, she stopped dead in in her tracks. There in Spock's kitchen stood a tall blonde girl that went by nickname Jim.

When Jim turned around she didn't expect an angry looking Nyota Uhura to be starring back at her. And she knew why she was angry. Jim took a deep breath to calm herself and then spoke,

"Nyota, good morning. Before you say anything, it's not what you think. He slept on a couch."

Nyota looked less angry.

"Why is he shirtless?"

Jim shrugged and made a face that clearly said Just how am I supposed to know that? But instead of saying that she answered calmly,

"I don't know, because he sleeps like that."

Still suspicious Nyota asked,

"Why are you in his clothes?"

Jim smiled.

"Because mine were pretty dirty and I couldn't sleep in a clean bed with dirty clothes. That would be just rude."

"So, nothing happened?"

"No."

This time it was both Spock and Jim answering the question at the same time.

"Anyway, Uhura, would you like some pancakes?"

"Uh, no, um... I actually wanted to take a walk with Spock before I went to give my report to admiral Archer."

"Um, I will join you, if you don't mind."

Uhura looked at her and then shrugged. Eh, I just want company, though I would prefer Spock.

"Sure."

Jim nodded and then turned towards Spock.

"Can I borrow this", she gestured to her outfit, "right now I've got nothing else here and..."

"There is no need to explain further. You may use the clothes you have been provided with."

"Thanks. Your breakfast is on the table."

"You have my gratitude."

Jim nodded and went to his bedroom to pull on her socks and her boots. Once she was ready she closed the door behind her and entered the living room.

"Ok we can go, are you ready?"

Uhura nodded and she turned to exit Spock's living room with Jim on her tail. They said goodbye to Spock and stepped out.

They walked in silence for nearly ten minutes, when they found a park bench and settled down.

"You know, for someone that has everything in it's life, you sure are trying to take something that belongs to another. A lot. I mean, you did have a perfect life. So tell me this, why are you trying to take Spock away from me?"

Jim turned to look at Uhura with shock and anger in her eyes.

Jim laughed. But this laugh wasn't her normal bubbly laugh that made everyone around her smile. No this laugh was bitter and angry.

"A perfect life?" She managed to say in pauses between her, now hysterical, laugh.

Uhura turned to star at her in shock. She has never heard Kirk laughing like that. She was always positive, never bitter and if she was honest this laugh made the hair at the back of her neck stands up.

"A perfect life? You think I had a perfect life and that now the only thing that's missing is your Spock?"

When she said that she fell into another hound of hysterical maniacal laughter and Uhura was now beginning to think this was not such a good idea.

"Let me tell you something Uhura. Since you think I had a perfect life, I'm gonna tell you the real story of James T. Kirk. Here it goes. So as you already know I was born on January 6 2233 also know as the tay my pops bit the dust," Uhura's eyes widened at that, "and since they were expecting a boy, my mother didn't have a heart to tell her husband that they have a daughter, so my father named me James Tiberius Kirk. And that's the only thing he gave to me, because in the next ten seconds he was dead."

Jim was breathing hard, but she wasn't about to stop either.

"As soon as my mother married again and she was able to leave me alone, she fled. And I was left with an asshole of a stepfather. When I was ten years old, my brother Sam, I liked to call him Sammy even tho he blamed me for his father's death, left me too. And I was alone with my stepfather that liked to drink, a lot. He beat me every chance he had and when he tried to sell my father's antique car, I decided to take a car for a test drive, over a cliff. So when he beat me when I came home, he bought a ticket to a shuttle for Tarsus IV."

Uhura had tears in her eyes, and when she heard about Tarsus IV one tear slipped from her right eye. But Jim wasn't done yet.

"On Tarsus IV everything was fine for a couple of months. But then didn't have enough food anymore, and Kodos decided to kill a few thousand people so that the rest could survive. I was one of those lucky ones that were convicted to death. Somehow, I don't know how, I was able to survive together with eight other kids. I took care of them. I was only thirteen at the time and taking care of other children wasn't an easy task."

Uhura was full on crying and sobbing now.

"There were a lots of children I had to take care of, but only eight of them survived. Since my escape from Tarsus my life turned upside down. Frank married some other girl and he left a farm with an unpaid bills. I had to work in two shifts to survive. From that point my life has been nothing but working my ass off and fucking. And then I met you that night in Iowa and I beat those guys up and that's when Pike found me and told me to enlist in Starfleet and I laughed in his face. But I guess the only smart choice I ever made was to take his advice and enlist in Starfleet."

Uhura was barely breathing now.

"And in the academy, I fucked everything that walked, but I did that because of my insecurities. I was so insecure about myself and sex is the only thing I knew I was good at. So yeah Nyota, if that's your vision of 'a perfect life' then yes, I truly had a perfect life. "

Jim pain no mind to Nyota's wet cheeks and puffy red eyes when she looked at the watch and said,

"Let's go, it's almost eight."

Jim stood up and marched away from Uhura. She didn't care if Uhura was following her. Right now she had a goal.

To get completely plastered.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sorry for the wait guys, but I guess that's why you have an extra long chapter. Oh also I will be updating my other story by the end of this week so stay tuned. Enjoy.