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When Jim awoke the next morning, it was with a shiver. Their fire had gone out and the warm Vulcan that had been at his right was no longer there. He sat up and turned to his left to ascertain the location of his first officer and CMO. When he saw them all of the blood in his feverish body rushed south.

'Oh my God. That's just about the hottest thing I've ever seen,' he thought as he stared at them. Spock and Bones were sound asleep, comfortably cuddled in each other's arms, touching everywhere possible.

'No. These are your best friends and fellow officers,' he admonished his dirty thoughts and fought off the strong urge to stick his hand down his pants. 'They probably don't even know they're cuddling. They're just cold is all.'

He laid back down and tried to regain his composure before the other two woke up and he eventually drifted back to sleep, having very enjoyable dreams featuring a particular half Vulcan and a certain old country doctor.

The aforementioned doctor woke up a few minutes after the captain fell back to sleep. Noting the proximity between Spock and himself, he sat up to make sure Jim wasn't awake to see them. Hearing him snore softly, Bones was free to grab both of Spock's hands and wake him with a soft kiss on the lips.

Spock opened his eyes. "Good morning, Leonard," he said softly, briefly returning the kiss. "What is Jim's condition?"

Leonard grabbed his tricorder and quickly scanned their sleeping captain. "He's still got a 102 degree fever and there's not much of anything in his stomach. He's a bit dehydrated but he'll live if we ever get out of here."

Spock nodded. "If my calculations are correct, a day on this planet is 11.473 hours. If we wish to get to the outpost before night fall it would be logical to start walking as soon as possible."

"Do we have time for breakfast?" McCoy wondered.

"We will be able to function optimally if we have proper nutrition."

Bones playfully punched him in the arm. "Stop talking like that! It's annoying! Just say we'd walk faster if we aren't hungry!"

The eyebrow went up as expected. "That is what I said, Leonard. I simply put it more logically than you."

The doctor shook his head and restarted their fire, warming his freezing hands over it once it was stable. Spock draped one arm over Leonard's shoulder in an attempt to warm them both and held out his free hand over the fire. The words I love you bounced around in the doctor's head but he bit his tongue just before they came out of his mouth. He wasn't going to mess up yet another relationship by professing his love too quickly.

But he forgot about that damn Vulcan touch telepathy! The corners of Spock's mouth quirked into a smile as he whispered softly, "I love you too, Leonard."

McCoy blushed deep red and tried to scowl at his new boyfriend for reading his mind, but couldn't stop his smile and the excited racing of his heart.

Once they were both warm enough to think about food, Spock gave Leonard one last affectionate squeeze before removing his arm from around him and rummaging through their emergency kit for some instant oatmeal. "Will this be sufficient?"

"Yes, it'll be just fine."

When Jim awoke for the second time that morning, it was with a groan. He looked over and saw Spock and Bones eating oatmeal in front of the fire and the smell of food was more than he could bear in his state. "Damnit, you guys! Why do you have to eat!" he complained before running out of the cave to throw up.

"Well," Bones commented dryly. "He's up."

"Indeed. Perhaps next time we should eat away from Jim. It is not logical to make him ill." But Bones could tell it was just Spock's way of saying he felt guilty for making Jim sick.

"Don't worry, honey, he probably woulda puked anyways." Leonard gave him a comforting Vulcan kiss.

"Yes, but now that he is awake it would be advisable to start heading towards the outpost." They both finished their oatmeal quickly and washed out the bowls with melted snow before Jim could get back.

When he finally stumbled back into the cave and slumped down next to Bones, he was jabbed with a hypo but was too weak to fight.

"You're dehydrated," McCoy informed him grimly.

"Sorry, Bones. I'd try to drink something but don't think I'd be able to hold it down."

"It's okay, Jim. We're gonna take good care of you," Bones reassured him just before jabbing him again.

"Ow."

"Can you walk, Jim?" Spock asked.

"I think so—" But Spock wouldn't take that for an answer and instead quickly scooped Jim up in his arms again. "Spock, you don't have to…"

"It is only logical. You should not be made to walk 8.472 miles in your current condition."

"And where exactly are we going?" he asked.

"Spock says there's an old Starfleet outpost around here. There might be something useful in there. If not then at least we'll be able to sleep with a real roof over our heads," explained Bones.

The captain nodded. "Sounds like a plan. But, Spock, I can walk at least part of the way there." He quickly squirmed out of the Vulcan's grip before Spock could protest. He didn't want Spock to know how turned on he was at thought of being held by him and with the Vulcan's touch telepathy, one instant of skin to skin contact and his secret would be out. They would know how he felt about them and everything would be unbearably awkward from there.

It was only logical to let the captain walk if he wished to do so. But Spock's emotional human side wanted nothing more than to have Jim in his arms once again.

"Lead the way, Spock," said McCoy, interrupting the Vulcan from his emotional conflict.

He pulled out his tricorder and began walking in the direction of the outpost, his human companions by his sides.

The hike was relatively easy at first; there was no blizzard like there had been yesterday so they went at a considerably faster pace. Their journey was, for the most part, shrouded in silence.

"You sure we ain't walking in circles, Spock? I swear we've passed that snow pile twenty times already," McCoy finally complained.

"I am certain, Leonard. Vulcans have an excellent sense of direction."

'Did Spock just call Bones Leonard?' Kirk furrowed his snowflake dotted brow. 'Spock never calls him Leonard! No one does!'

As the doctor muttered to himself, Spock turned his attention on Jim. "Jim, are you still comfortably able to walk?" He had to muster up all of his Vulcan discipline to not show how much he wanted to hold the charming blonde.

"Yeah, Spock, I'm fine. I've just got a headache."

"Here, I'll give you something for that," Bones started to rummage through his hypo collection when he slipped on a particularly icy section of the ground and fell face down in the deep snow.

Jim was amazed at how fast Spock was at his side helping him up. "Leonard, are you injured?"

'There he goes with the Leonard again. And was that a tad bit emotion in his voice?'

"I'm fine. Just got snow down my pants," Bones grumbled. Jim watched in shock as not only did Spock offer a hand to help Bones up, but Bones actually took it! With growing suspicion, Jim stared intently as they held hands for a bit longer than necessary and abruptly let go of each other when they saw him staring. Something was defiantly up with them.

"So, how much longer til we get to this outpost?" Bones asked.

"4.18 miles."

"Be right back," said Jim nonchalantly as his stomach churned violently.

When they were alone, McCoy grabbed onto Spock's arm. "Only half way there…" He shivered.

"Are you certain you are alright?"

"Just cold. Snow pants aren't any good if the snow gets inside 'em."

A suggestive smirk crept over the green tinted features. "I believe I am experiencing the emotion of jealousy towards the snow. It has been in your pants before I have."

Leonard coughed in surprise and stared up at his boyfriend's devious yet still very Vulcan-like expression. "You've been hanging around with Jim too much. He's corrupting your mind!"

"Indeed," Spock nodded in agreement.

When Jim returned he looked utterly spent. His skin was deathly pale, his beautiful golden locks were plastered to his forehead with sweat, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was shivering uncontrollably.

"That's it Jim. As your doctor I'm not letting you walk any further. The only way you're getting to the outpost is if Spock or I carry you. And I don't think you want it to be me, I'm liable to drop ya."

"That's okay, Bones, I'll let Spock do it," mumbled Jim and before he knew it he was securely in his first officers strong arms. "Thanks, Spock."

"It is only logical, Jim."

After three hours of trudging through an endless scene of whiteness, the three officers finally stumbled into the old Starfleet outpost. It was made of some sort of metal and was very heavily insulated. Shutting the heavy door behind them they immediately collapsed onto the floor to catch their breath. Though it was still cold inside, at least there wasn't ice and snow.

"There's gotta be a damn heater in here somewhere!" Bones managed through chattering teeth.

"Computer, set temperature to 75 degrees Fahrenheit," commanded Spock from where he sat.

"Temperature set for 75 degrees," came a mechanical reply.

McCoy just stared at him. "How did you know there'd be a computer?"

"The outpost is not that old, Leonard. Like most outposts of its time, it is powered by a generator which has been left on in case explorers such as ourselves were to come through."

"I see." As the room slowly began to warm, they took a better look at their surroundings. "Looks like somebody used to live here," Leonard mused.

There was comfortable furniture set up along with a TV in what appeared to be a living room. From where they sat they could also see a small kitchen and a hallway leading to the rest of the building.

"A logical assumption, Leonard. This base was built 32 years ago when Starfleet was first exploring the planet. A team of explorers would have lived in this base while studying the planet for extended periods of time," explained Spock.

"I feel sorry for anyone who had to live here," the doctor grumbled as he stood up and took off his snowy and wet outer layers of clothing.

Sometime during their trek, Jim had fallen asleep and the Vulcan was still holding him tightly. He was so peaceful and beautiful when he slept. All of the pain and stress drained from his face, leaving just the image of the innocent, vulnerable child he was inside.

"He'd probably be more comfortable if we woke him up and got him out of those wet clothes," Leonard said softly, knowing Spock's reluctance to part with Jim.

Nodding, Spock gently shook Jim awake. "Jim?"

He blinked groggily a few times and looked around. "Huh? Where are we?"

"We have arrived at the outpost."

"Oh, no wonder it's warmer," he said as Spock helped him to his feet and then began to unzip his jacket for him. Jim's heart stated hammering wildly in his chest. "W—what are you doing?" he stuttered.

Spock abruptly stopped in his tracks. "I apologize, Captain. I was merely trying to aid you in removing your outer layers of clothing as it will help to warm you."

"Oh." 'Curse you, dirty thoughts!' "Of course. Thanks, Spock, I appreciate it," he said as he awkwardly removed his own jacket the rest of the way. Once they were all down to their normal uniforms, they began exploring the outpost.

In a feverish haze, Jim made his way to the kitchen. All though food was the last thing he wanted at that time, he was also strangely hungry. When opened the cabinet, he stopped and gaped. "Oh. My. God."

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