NOTE: I admit it, I'm felt a bit naughty towards Spock while Jim gets all the emotional stuff.M/M in this chappie, sorta... do fake memories count?

Spock found himself standing behind his desk chair, hands clasped behind his back. He looked around, startled, and walked around the room with caution. This was strange, finding himself in one place after just being in another. He felt an itch in the back of his mind and concluded, looking around his quarters, that this was not real. As real as the material on his bed felt, the hot air around him felt, it was not real.

When his quarters rang, he jumped. He composed himself and, back straight he looked towards the door, muttering a simple "Enter" as he always did. He turned away, completely enveloped in his thoughts that he did not see Captain Kirk enter, a smile planted on his face.

"You ready, Spock?" Jim said at his side, startling Spock. "I'm sorry to interrupt your meditation but we had plans."

Spock stares at Jim, eyes ranking all over his body. He seemed fine, more than fine, almost giddy. The human stared at him, waiting.

"To..." Spock said getting up from his seat.

"Well this isn't like you at all, Spock!" Jim exclaimed patting him on the shoulder. "We're going to beam down to the planet and explore the crap out of it. Unless, you're not feeling well? You can stay, mind the ship while I-"

"I am fine."

Something was wrong, something more than this being a fantasy. The way Jim looked at him was... off. There seemed to be a comradely, yes, but something deeper than that too. He felt it deep within Jim from the feel of the man's hand on his back and the way his fingers lingered for a moment longer than necessary.

Jim waved a hand in front of Spock's face. He looked at the Vulcan with narrowed eyes and asked, "are you sure you're okay? We can cancel our plans if you want, I mean, we don't have to go celebrate today. We can postpone it until shore leave."

"I'm sorry? What is it that we are celebrating, Captain?"

"We're alone, Spock, you can drop the formalities," Jim replied almost automatically, his eyes narrowing further as his brilliant blue eyes took in the Vulcan's confused tilt of his head. "W-were celebrating our anniversary, silly! I can't believe you forgot! You planned this leave for weeks, man. How could you forget our anniversary, love?"

"I'm sorry, but I still don't-"

Jim scoffed and looked away from the Vulcan. Spock stared back in disbelieve as Jim's eyes began to tear up and, when their eyes met, he felt horrible for having caused this reaction from his Captain.

The human looked up and, blue eyes searching for answer in an abyss of brown, found nothing but confusion. He felt something was wrong but he didn't want to believe it. He had Spock and that was all that mattered. They were together, happy and celebrating their two year anniversary. He could still remember their first anniversary and how Spock had planned the ships Shore Leave on the exact same week.

The Vulcan had gone all out and gotten the crew to help out and romanticise the Enterprise. It was a beautiful sight, having rose petals leading out of his room all the way to the observation deck where, curtsey of Sulu and Chekov, an entire three-course meal had been laid out. The food was absolutely amazing, as had the entertainment later in the day. They'd spent the rest of shore leave in their rooms with nothing but each other for company and it had been ... breath-taking.

But all that felt more like something out of old Earth movies - like someone else's memory only less vague.

Jim shook his head and, giving Spock one last confused look, said, "You're tired. I'll cancel our trip. Let everyone else go and then we can hang out together, get you stress-free, okay?" Spock said nothing. "O-okay... oh, hey! We can even meditate, with those Vanilla candles you love so much. I had some brought in during a shipment order. I was gonna surprise you with them but... oh well."

Spock said nothing as Jim exited the room. There were many things running through his mind and most of them were nearly improbably. He remembered vague images that were his and yet he had never lived. As he sat down on his bed, he closed and his eyes and concentrated on separating the truth from the fantasy.

What Jim had said sounded familiar but it hadn't registered. There were vague images of petals on the floor, star watching and Jim laughing while they ate. He concentrated on that 'memory' and tried to piece it together from start to end. He concentrated on his breathing, finding himself lost in the memory and scent of that night.

Spock was in a hurry, his body buzzing with excitement as the time neared. It was almost time! He hoped dearly that Jim liked his present because he had worked so hard, going as far as to ask for other's to help. He nearly had to grovel to Doctor McCoy in order to receive his help. But in the end everyone wanted a happy Vulcan and a happy Captain. Everyone helped and did their task before rushing off on shore leave.

Everything was set; he double-checked just in case both in his head and in the PADD he held tightly in his hands. Nothing was left to do but wait for Captain Kirk, Jim, to wake up and follow the 'breadcrumbs'.

They were too close but not close enough. Their lips were touching in a scorching kiss that wasn't hot enough. Their bodies were pressed against one another but not tightly enough. Spock was on top, kissing Jim with as much slowness as Jim had on their first night together. He alternated between groping the man and pulling him by the hair and deepening the kiss. Under him, Jim was moaning and arching his back, so needy and pliant under Spock. He loved to hear Jim beg, it was something that they had discovered early on in their sexual relationship. Jim loved to beg for Spock and so they were equals.

Spock's lips left Jim's to trace his jawline with the tip of his tongue. Jim smiled as he looked up at the Vulcan, eyes wide with lust. Trailing down his neck, after placing a few open mouth kisses on the delicate skin, Spock began to follow a path set by his hands with his mouth. By the time his lips reached Jim's perked nipples, his hands were holding on to his butt and pressing their hips together. He rocked against Jim while taking into his mouth a nipple and trailing his teeth over it slightly. Jim arched from the sensation, making Spock smile against his chest as he moved on.

His hands parted Jim's legs, tracing his calves and thighs with his hands while his tongue circled his belly button. It was a strange thing, this 'bellybutton'. Spock had one but it was more out of decoration than to provide the sort of reaction that it gave Jim. They'd tried of course, and he never quite felt anything but wet while Jim arched everything Spock's tongue dipped into the half circle.

Spock's tongue traced Jim's waist, from one hip to the other while keeping an eye on him. Jim's eyes were closed and his chest was heaving from his moaning. Spock smiled before bringing his tongue and licking Jim's-

"Spock? Spock? Are you alright?"

Jim grabbed onto Spock's shoulders and shook him until his eyes snapped open. Immediately, Spock pushed Jim away and retreated to the furthest corner of the room, his eyes livid. He wasn't angry with Jim, he was angry with himself. How could he have forgotten all those precious memories? How could he have erased the feel of Jim's skin and the taste of his skin from his nearly perfect memory? It was impossible.

"I'm sorry, Jim," Spock whispered softly, more to himself that to Jim. "I'm so sorry."

He stood and reached out towards Jim, pulling him into an embrace that spoke volumes. The warmth of his skin, his body against his, was unforgettable and yet he had forgotten. It made no sense, he reasoned. He pulled back and looked into Jim's bright blue eyes. He was Jim, his Captain and lover. He wasn't an imposter or a poser, he was his - he saw that now.

Spock leaned in and captured those plush lips, kissing him with a fervour that surprised Jim as much as it did Spock. There was such intensity in the kiss and it scared him. He was Vulcan; he wasn't supposed to feel anything! But he felt this and he longed for more.

A few hours and a couple of 'tumbles in the hay', as Jim called their coupling, later; they lay in bed exhausted and happy. It'd been a long time since Spock could say he was happy without having to lie. He was content to remain motionless and inactive while Jim slept on his chest, his arms draped around his waist and legs entangled with Spock's. The Vulcan couldn't complain, he loved the feel of Jim's slick skin against his, the way his breath fleeted over his skin as Jim breathed in and out.

It was nearly an hour into Jim's sleep when Spock felt a change in the air. He sat up on the bed, moving carefully as to not wake up Jim. He looked around the room but found nothing out of the ordinary and so, relaxed but still alert, he lay back down on the bed. But soon that feeling was back. He got up from the bed, pulling on his robe and inspecting the room inch by inch.

No one just as he suspected. He took out his tricorder just to make sure but other than Jim and he, there were no life signs in the room.

He was pulling off his robe when there was a gust of wind behind him. Odd, he thought, we are on a Star Ship and there should be no wind. There could be a leak in the- he turned back and came face to face with a man.

The man stood in front of him wearing clothes that looked to big for his thin frame. He had orange hair, except for blonde bangs, that was neatly parted in the middle. The blond locks fell over his eyes, one blue and one brown with a dilated pupil. The man smiled at him, a cheeky smile that had Spock blink a few times before clearing his throat.

"Who-"

"No, there will be none of that," the man interrupted, shaking his head. "Now, let's get you back to reality before you loose your head, shall we?" The man pressed two thin fingers to Spock's forehead and the world around him faded under a bright light. "There. Now tell me what are you doing on my planet?"