A/N: Wow! I didn't think I'd get that many responses haha. For all of you favoriters and alerters I would also like to hear your opinion, it keeps me motivated to do my best in upcoming chapters. Anyway, on with the chapter.

As Jim slept his warm dream suddenly turned into a weird apparition almost. In the dream he layed in bed and felt the presence of warm arms wrapped around him then suddenly they were ripped off and he felt himself suddenly change from laying to sitting and he was tied to a hard and cold metal chair. As he struggled against his restraints he found his eyes resting upon the silohouette of someone he did not recoginize. In his hands there rested a small flower, glowing somewhat of a purple hue. As the figure walked closer he could see something on his back, growing like roots, small branches protruded from his shoulder blades, leaves were weaved together on the inner of the frame. But although something like that was very unfamiliar what had struck him most was his face as he stepped into a light, bright white hair with tints of blue, green, purple, and brown, strewn about madly. His eyes were pure white but looked as if they could see everything.

"Soon enough James Kirk, you will see more of me. For I cannot accept your fickle reality. I shall help you in your plight, I will see you tomorrow's night." And just as suddenly as he appeared he then vanished in a breeze.

Jim blinked his eyes as he awoke. He ran his fingers through his hair and felt something… that wasn't there before. He grasped whatever it was and brought it down to his face. 'A leaf? What? Was that really a dream?' He then took the leaf and tucked it into his small chest that he kept on the bedside table. He then looked to his clock. '0535? Ugh, I didn't get that much sleep, and it's still 2 hours and 25 minutes until I need to report to my shift. Time to find something to do.' He got up and proceeded to shower and get ready for the long day before him.

Meanwhile only a couple doors down the corridor Spock tossed and turned in his sleep, he had another nightmare, this was the fourth one in the past week. They mainly consisted of him watching his planet dissapear over and over while he tried and failed to rescue his mother. However, this one was different than the others, because it had neither to do with the planet of Vulcan or his mother. This nightmare was about Jim, and how he was too late in saving him from himself. Somehow madness had taken over the crew and people were killing eachother left and right, some with guns, some with fists, others with knives, pipes, and other objects to be found on the ship. Spock was one of the only ones to retain his sanity and quickly proceeded towards his captains room.

He opened the door and inside was like looking at the destruction of a tornado or a hurricane. Objects were broken and on the floor. The antique chess set he had was lying on the floor, a couple of the pieces were broken, yet as he counted two were missing, both of the kings. He ran into the room and towards the bathroom. He opened the door and looked towards the shower to see Jim sitting, fully clothed, underneath the running shower-head. In his hands he held 3 objects. In his right hand he held a laser gun and in his left the two kings that were missing from the chess set.

"Spock… you're okay." Jim droned. The emotions that had once been present in his voice were all but gone. "I'm… glad." He said as he looked up at the Vulcan.

"Jim, please come out from the shower, we need take actions upon the current situation." He said, pleading with his captiain. His heart lurched from his chest.

"Did you ever realize how in the game of chess," he opened his palm revealing the two kings. "Each person is looking to capture the other king. But what exactly does one do with the king once captured? Did you ever think about that, Spock?" His voice began to become more and more sinister.

"Jim, please come out from the shower." He repeated.

"Well, Spock, I've thought about it." Now he was just talking like a lunatic. "And, personally, I don't think I would let the other king live." He pulled the gun up and tossed the black king towards Spock. "Look at that Spock, you've captured me, haven't you!?" He was screaming now. "And I don't think I'm gonna give you the pleasure of killing me, oh no, I'm not." He pulled the gun towards his head. "Look's like you've won." A flash of light and a splash later and Jim's lifeless body was lying in a mixture of water and blood. The white king he held in his hand rolled out, coated in blood, and rolled forward towards the drain.

Spock shot up in his bed, his breathing was heavy and his heart beat so quickly he felt it might explode. A layer of cold sweat had covered him from head to toe and he felt his face, wet with tears and sweat. He pulled the covers off of himself and proceeded towards the small bathroom he had in his suite.

As Spock had finished getting ready for the day and began his normal daily routine he forced himself to push the thoughts of the nightmare to the back of his head. He walked out of his door to be greeted by the suprising sight of his captain.

"Captain, I did not think you would be awake at this hour. Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing is wrong Spock. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Jim when we're not on shift before you get it through your thick skull." He joked.

"It is not right for me to refer to a higher ranking official so disrespectfully. Therefore you should desist trying to corerce me to call you by your first name because it is of no avail, Captain." Spock put an emphasis on captain. The banter between Jim and himself was always enjoyable to him.

Jim gave Spock a pout. "Aw. Well let's go get some breakfast I'm starving. And then do you think it's okay if I follow you around and watch what duties you do? There is so long to wait for the shift to begin."

"Captain, there is only 1hour, 54 minutes, and 24.8 seconds until our shift begins. I would not say that is a large amount of time. However if you're not going to listen to me and go about your own business I don't see why having you, as you would say, 'tag along' wouldn't be acceptable. Just make sure that you are not sent on distracting me from my duties at hand or your continuing failed attempts at coercing me to refer to you in such an informal manner that is your first name, then please 'find something better to do.'" He explained as the pair proceeded toward the turbo-lift for the dining hall.

"Spock, you ruin all my fun." He murmered in a joking tone.

"I have to be your voice of reason, Captain, otherwise 'you might just run this ship into the ground.' I believe the saying goes." He said, making yet another joke towards Jim.

"Eh, at least then it would be fun until the end!" He said with a laugh. And the two fell into a comfortable silence as the turbo-lift began its decent.

When the pair entered the mess hall they realized how truly early it was. The majority of the people inside were eating either deserts, or late night dinners. While a few were eating breakfasts they were mainly part of the engineering crew who's night had just ended or was about to begin. It was no surprise none of the members of their small group of friends were eating yet.

Neither of them seemed to mind much and began their morning meal. Jim had gotten a shortstack of chocolate chip pancakes and a side of sunny-side up eggs and bacon while Spock had gotten himself a small bowl of hot cereal and a large fruit salad with a side of organic orange juice. And as they sat down they noticed people starting to file in. A trickle at first that turned into steady stream of people.

"I see you got the hot cereal Spock, were you listening to what I said yesterday morning?" He said placing a forkfull of the delicious pancakes into his mouth.

"I was not aware you had recommeded this dish. Perhaps it was when you were talking with a mouth full of said hot cereal?" He jokingly asked as he placed a grape into his mouth.

"Actually, yeah it was." He laughed and another comfortable silence fell between the two. Just as quickly as the breakfast began it was soon over for the two. And they placed their empty tray's on the cleaning rack. They walked out of the mess hall and towards the turbo-lift, too preoccupied in conversation to even realize that they had just passed by McCoy and Uhura who were waving and smiling at the two.

"What the hell?" McCoy said as he sat down with Uhura to eat his breakfast. "How is it that Jim and Spock could be so into a conversation that they didn't even notice us?"

"Well maybe they were talking about something more interesting then the diseases of the many patients held on Delvos Prime and the dieseases adverse effects." She said with a small smile.

"I highly doubt anything could be more interesting than that." He rolled his eyes.

"Well at least they're finally really getting along rather than fighing all the time." Uhura said as she picked up her fork and knife and began to eat her omlette.

"Eh, it still gives me the creeps." He picked up the sausage off his plate and bit off the end.

A/N: Okay just wanted to give a quick update. And throw in a little bit of food for the thought. As I said earlier, I would love to hear the opinion of everyone who reads this so please, to all the anon-readers, and all the alerters and people, PLEASE REVIEW!

(Thanks to Alhena-Star for catching my mistake on the vulcan heart.)