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Later that night, after the hot Vulcan sun had set and Sarek and Amanda had gone off to bed (it doesn't matter what planet they're from; old people always go to bed early), Jim pulled his two best friends aside for a much needed talk.

"So," he began, "You, um, mind telling me why you're pretending to be engaged?"

"It's my fault, Jim, we didn't plan it, he had no part in it. When I saw how disappointed Amanda was gonna be I… I just couldn't take it," explained Bones.

"We plan to stage an amicable break-up once we leave Vulcan," Spock finished.

"I see… But what are you gonna do when people expect you to be all lovey?" Jim asked.

"I am a Vulcan. No one will expect me to be 'all lovey'," reasoned Spock.

"Alright, if you two think you can pull this off that's fine with me!" said Jim skeptically.

"We will pull this off! There's no way it can't work!" said the doctor.

"On the contrary, Doctor, there are many things that could go wrong," Spock began.

"Save your breath, Spock. I don't wanna hear 'em. I just want to go to bed," grumbled McCoy, turning towards the Vulcan's bedroom.

"Wait," chuckled Jim. "Are you two gonna sleep with each other?"

Bones growled and turned back on his heel. "Next to!" he stressed once again.

"The doctor and I are quite comfortable sharing a bed. I fail to see the humor in this situation, Jim," stated Spock.

"We are engaged after all," said Bones, voice thick with his usual sarcasm. "Come on, honey, let's go to bed."

"Goodnight," Jim called to them, a very amused smile coming over his face.

After stripping down to an undershirt and boxers, Bones flopped down on the right side of the bed, above the sheets. It was too damn hot to sleep on this planet! Spock stepped into the room in similar attire and looked blankly at the man lying on his bed.

"Spock, how do you sleep like this?" Bones complained.

"Like how, Doctor?"

"Leonard," he corrected.

"Like how, Leonard?"

"When it's so God damn hot! I'm a doctor not a cactus!"

Spock raised his eyebrow and wondered how Doctor McCoy could be mistaken for a prickly Terran plant. "I sleep in warm temperatures the same way I sleep in any other temperatures. If you require a lesson on how to sleep, I believe you should seek help from a somnologist."

"I don't need a damn doctor, I'm a doctor!" he grumbled. "Just shut up and let me sleep." Leonard closed his eyes and tried counting tribbles but he soon became aware of a presence standing over him. He opened his eyes. "Yes, Spock?"

"Leonard?"

"Ya?"

"That is my side of the bed."

Bones sighed and grumbled to himself as he rolled over to the left side of the bed and allowed Spock to take his place.

"Thank you. Goodnight, Leonard." All Spock could gather from the doctor's mumbled response was something along the lines of 'damn pointy eared hobgoblin.'

The temperature in the room gradually dropped and Leonard finally drifted off to sleep until he was rudely awakened in the middle of the night by someone kicking him in the leg with considerable force. "Ow! Damnit, Spock!" He shortly realized that his fake-fiancé was whimpering and thrashing in his sleep in the midst of what must have been a terrible nightmare. "Spock!" he shook him. "Wake up! It's just a dream!"

The half Vulcan awoke with a start and tried desperately to control his rapid breathing, pounding heartbeat, and raging emotions. "Thank you, Leonard," he said, partially regaining his composure.

"You okay, hun?"

"Yes. It was only a dream. I require no further comforting," he said stiffly as he pulled away from Leonard's hand on his arm.

"The hell you don't. Now tell me what happened."

Spock propped himself up against the headboard, clasped hands in his lap and took a deep breath. "The main subject of the dream was Joel."

McCoy frowned.

"We were in a relationship and he insisted upon leaving me. I tried to stop him but he would not listen. It was almost as if I was not speaking at all. When I attempted to pursue him, I found myself rendered immobile. That is when you woke me."

"I'm sorry, Spock. Post break-up dreams can be a bitch. I really wish the whole thing with Joel hadn't happened," McCoy consoled.

"It is regrettable but it cannot be changed so it is illogical to wish that it had not happened. However, I agree. Now I should like to attempt to go back to sleep," he replied.

"Goodnight, darlin'. Try not to have any more nightmares."

Spock was going to point out that Leonard's request was illogical as he could not control the content of his dreams, but he was interrupted by soft lips briefly kissing his cheek. His stomach churned; no one had kissed him since Joel. Or at least, not to his knowledge.

When Spock awoke to the blazing Vulcan sun streaming into the bedroom window, he looked over at Leonard to find that the human had wrapped his arms around his waist and had his face nuzzled into his neck. Spock carefully pried his fake-fiancé off of him and got out of bed. Not only was the doctor clingy when he was asleep, but he also snored quite loudly.

The shift in weight on the bed, as well as being removed from Spock's warm body, caused Leonard to wake up. "Mornin' already?" he grumbled, southern accent thick from sleep.

"Yes. I hope you had a satisfactory amount of rest, for my mother will certainly have made plans for us today," said Spock.

As if on cue, there came on knock on the door accompanied by Amanda's voice. "Can I come in?"

"You may enter," Spock called.

The door opened and Spock's mom stepped in, wearing an excited yet nervous smile on her face. "I know it's rather early for this, in more ways than one," she began. "But I've been up all night thinking about this and it seems like a wonderful and logical idea. I think you two should get married this week."