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Author's Note: Just 'cause. Yes, I realize that it's more than a hundred words, but I had it written and I didn't want to post it by itself, so it's stuck in here. But in keeping to the theme, I'll give it a song title. It's Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

Guardian Angel

"So we actually get to sleep now?" an extremely tired Jim Kirk mumbled to an equally (if not more) worn out Spock as they made their way into the turbo lift on the bridge. They stepped in and as it began to move Spock answered "That would appear to be the case, Captain." Both men leaned against the walls of the small lift as they waited for it to come to the proper floor.

"You don't have to; uh...call me Captain right now Spock..."

Spock spared a quick glance at Jim and in the bluntest way possible, he looked like shit. The latest mission had taken a toll on everyone, but between beaming back and forth between planet and ship, speaking with said planet's leaders, and dealing with the occasional fight, the Enterprise's Captain and First Officer were by far the most exhausted. Both had agreed that after the mission they were going to spend some much needed "quality" time together. Jim had said he wanted to give his crew a few well deserved days of shore leave and spend a few days holed up in his quarters with Spock.

"Jim, I believe that our plans to spend a few days time together can wait as we both need to catch up on sleep."

Jim gave a lopsided smile, the one that always made Spock want to smile right back. "Nah, it'll be fine." Then he proceeded to wrap his arms around Spock's shoulders and Spock felt as if he was supporting his Captain's weight. "I jus' wanna spen' some time with ya."

Spock was about to protest but the turbolift doors swished open and Jim made a move to step out. Spock struggled to conceal a grin as Jim stumbled. Spock instinctively reached an arm out to steady the stubborn man.

"Jim, allow me to assist you."

And then the smile was back just as strong as Jim made a weak attempt at humor with some thing along the lines of "I'll assist you as soon as we get back to our room" but it was lost in mumbles.

They made their slow way down the hall each holding onto the other, supporting each other or them selves, it didn't really matter. As they came up to the door that led into the Captain's quarters, now appropriately called "their room", Spock began to lean a little more on the younger man as he let his exhaustion began to slip through his emotionless mask. Jim punched in the code and they clumsily, complete with tripping and stumbling and barely audible apologies when they stepped on each other's feet, made it to the bed where they both fell onto the bed in a tired heap.

Spock allowed himself to lay with his eyes closed for a few moments and when he had opened them again Jim was fast asleep and looking very much like the young kid he still was but tried so hard to hide. Spock knew that being the Captain of Starfleet's flagship at such a young age had it's advantages but seeing the younger man so stretched thin all the time made the Vulcan want to steal Jim and run away with him some place that he could better enjoy his youth. But Jim would never allow it so Spock lived for the opportunities like these when he got to take care of Jim.

He reached over and carefully undressed him until he was lying in just his boxers. When Spock himself was undressed he took his place behind Jim who by this point had curled up on his side. The Vulcan scooted so he was plastered against Jim's back and wrapped around one arm around his stomach, using the other one to run fingers through soft blonde hair.

Having taken care of his Captain, Spock was finally able to close his eyes and just sleep.