Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.

'All I'm saying is that when you have to motivate yourself to make someone happy, instead of wanting to, the relationship may not be right.'

'You think that I do not want to make you happy?' Spock clarified.

'I'm saying, that maybe we shouldn't have to try this hard all the time,' Uhura said sadly, 'and I think we need to take a break, at least for a while.'

'So you are ending our arrangement.'

'I don't know Spock,' she said taking his hands in hers, 'I'm confused and it's turning me into a person who I'm not.'

There was silence between them for a moment, before Nyota stood, making it clear that she was leaving. Before she could however there was a chime at the door. Opening it revealed McCoy.

'Hope, I'm not interrupting,' he said, looking between the two.

'No I was just leaving,' Nyota said with a sad smile.

McCoy hesitated before asking, 'actually I was hoping you would stay.'

'Doctor, I trust you are here with good reason,' Spock said.

'I am,' he said unwrapping the bundle in his arms, revealing a rather sluggish pup.

Spock raised an eyebrow.

'He somehow managed to get into my liquor cabinet.'

'He is drunk,' Spock stated.

'Very, he'll have rough time 'till he's sober again and I wasn't exactly prepared for a special case.'

'You wish for us to look after him again,' Nyota surmised.

'Aye, if you would.'

Spock took the bundle and McCoy excused himself, leaving it rather awkward in the room. Kirk opened one bleary eye and looked miserable. Spock understood the sentiment; Nyota's sentiments had hurt more than he thought and he was... disappointed that he would no longer be spending as much time in her company as usual. He sat on the bed and laid the pup down carefully, worried that movement would cause his friend to vomit, he was unsure as to what exactly to expect. Kirk wriggled out of the blanket he was wrapped in and sprawled out on the bed next to Spock. Nyota traced the grey splotch on Kirk's chest.

'The Enterprise follows wherever you go.'

The pup rolled his eyes, then began ho heave slightly, crawling over to the edge of the bed before being sick. Spock silently rose and cleaned up the mess, watching as Kirk wagged his tail sluggishly in thanks. Nyota sat next to him and stroked him lightly, Kirk allowing it for once.

'You are a mess aren't you,' she commented.

Spock realised that she was right before, that this side to her had not been evident in awhile, around the time they had been distracted by their own lives and spent less time together on their own, around the time he had started to neglect her.

'For a communications officer, I seem to express my feelings poorly.'

'You have a way with words, not with emotion, something we both have in common.'