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I'd like to dedicate this chapter to WuNsChKiNd15 who was a nice chatting buddy and posted a really nice review :) THANK YOU!

dyceymew - Yeah, it might be hormones, or maybe he needs to get laid xD

Ellstra - Jim can be an idiot sometimes xD Okay... A lot of the time

Rubyhair - Agreed, but we all know he'd always come back for his Captain 3

Alright, the song for this chapter is Stay by Rhianna (didn't I tell you I was random? Rhianna, Tim McGraw, Within Temptation xD)

I DO NOT OWN SPOOOOCK BUT I SERIOUSLY WANT TO FIND A SPOCK PILLOW SO I CAN SAY I SLEEP WHILE CUDDLING HIM ALL NIGHT!

ENJOOOOY 3

Chapter Four - Stay

Two weeks of bland hospital food and no visitors but Bones was driving me insane. Okay, I was being melodramatic about the whole suicide thing but I seriously felt like I was dying of a broken heart. Fuck, I was rather girly…

Finally I was released with my arm in a sling. The muscles in my legs ached but I was told that I could walk, just don't overdo it. Oh and I would need to taxi, cause my car was totaled.

I left my hospital room to see Uhura at the front desk, signing some forms.

"What are you here for?" I asked, walking up to her and peering over her shoulder. She was signing my release forms.

"You weren't allowed to leave until someone claimed responsibility, so I did. Now sign here and I'll drive you." Drive me where, home? Her place? Over a bridge? I was not liking this. I grumbled as I signed my name and she grabbed my slightly good arm (the bruise was still healing), dragging me out the door and in to the car.

"Where are we going?" I sighed after ten minutes of driving and her passing my apartment building without a second glance.

"My place." She said simply. Five minutes later we arrived at an apartment building and she got out of the car, handing her keys to the valet and dragging me inside.

"Why am I not at my place?" I asked, glaring.

"Because you need to be supervised until proven mentally capable of being alone." She said, pushing me in to the elevator and pressing the button for the top floor. It was a silent ride up and I grumbled in protest when she continued to drag me to her apartment, using her keycard to open the door and drag me in.

"Uhura?" I heard someone call out. I paled and stared at her as I tried to dig my heels in. Damn it, since when was she this strong?

"Oh no!" I said. "Oh no, no, NO!" She tossed me around the corner and Spock caught my shoulders, causing me to hiss in pain. He let go the instant I was stable and backed away and I spun around to run.

"Close door. Lock unless specified by me directly. Don't let anyone in or out." I heard her say around the corner before the door swished shut.

"Door, unlock." I yelled, pounding my fist on it.

"Unauthorized voice." The computer responded. I heard a sigh behind me.

"Captain, please step away from the door before the security system goes off and you get electrocuted." He warned.

I went to step back and I heard a small click and I was suddenly yanked back before I saw an electrical current surge over the surface of the door than fade.

"Thanks." I muttered. He didn't let go and I pulled away, walking around him to sit on the couch. I looked up at him and really noticed him.

He was paler than usual, if that was even possible, with stubble along his cheeks and his hair shaggy and down to his eyebrows. His shirt was wrinkled and baggy, he looked downright malnourished. Yeah, the long hair would have been sexy, had he not been filled with a feeling of guilt.

"Have you been taking care of yourself?" I asked without meaning to, my voice heavy with shame. He blinked at me and sighed, running a hand through his long hair, like I usually do. He seemed to catch himself halfway through and dropped his arm.

"I have no appetite as of late and no reason to go out. I shower on a daily basis as necessary, eat as much as absolutely necessary to survive and sleep when I find it difficult to stay awake." He replied. To put it clearly, he wasn't eating enough, sleeping enough and wasn't grooming himself. He looked like shit. I opened my mouth to say so and his comm went off.

"Nyota, I assume you are not calling to say you are finished tormenting us and are coming back to release us from your apartment?" He said, looking down at the screen. I heard her chuckle and I groaned. I swear I'm going to kick her ass one day.

"No, I have a date with Scotty and will be going back to his apartment afterwards. Feel free to use whatever food you find and clean up after yourselves." She said simply. The comm clicked off before either of us could respond and I sighed.

"In that case, are you hungry?" I asked, standing up and stretching out as much as I could.

"I just said I have no appetite as of late so no." He looked at me for a second then looked away. "Thank you." He forced.

"God damn it Spock, I will make you eat whether or not I have to tie you up and force feed you." I growled, heading in to the kitchen. The image of him tied up, my lips tracing his collar bone cause me to clench my eyes shut and shake my head. An awkward boner would definitely not help this situation.

"Highly unlikely as I have more strength than you, especially in your current condition." He said from the living room.

"How so?"

"We already witnessed that I am stronger than you when I, as you would say, lost my temper on the bridge." He replied, entering the kitchen.

"In case you don't remember, I didn't fight back. I was just trying to make you lose control so I could become captain like you told me." I said, rolling my eyes as I pulled out some cheese slices and butter, putting them on the immaculately clean counter. Come to think of it, everything was sparkling. What did she do, scrub it every freaking day?

"I do not recall telling you to… Oh, my future self." He said, reaching in to his pocket and pulling out his comm. I grabbed it from his hand before he could dial and threw it at the wall, causing it to make a quiet zzt noise before hitting the ground. Having him call his other self to give himself shit, as funny as that situation would have been, was not admirable. Yeah, I could have grabbed it and put it in my pocket but I was pissed at myself.

"That was highly unnecessary Captain." He said calmly. Fuck I hate how he could keep his cool. Okay, him bruising me wasn't a fun situation and scared the shit out of me, but he could at the very least get mad at me.

"Shut up." I grumbled, grabbing a loaf of bread and rummaging through the kitchen until I found a frying pan. I set it on the burner, turning it on so it could heat up while I buttered the slices of bread.

"How many?" I asked, looking up from my work for a second. He raised one eyebrow and I felt the corner of my lips twitch.

"As I just said, and seem to have to repeat, I have no-."

"SPOCK!" I yelled, cutting him off.

"One, please." He muttered, looking away from me. I looked at his baggy shirt and sighed. I reached over, ignoring how he tensed up, and lifted his shirt. Dropping it, I looked away, another wave of shame hitting me.

"I'm making you two and you better eat them both." I grumbled, buttering the slices in silence before putting two of the sandwiches in the pan.

"If you don't mind me asking, why the concern?" He asked, walking past me and leaning on the counter on the other side of the stove.

"You look like shit." I muttered. He went to run his hand through his hair again and stopped.

"I suppose… I haven't been keeping my appearance up. I did not find it necessary." He replied, looking away.

"Why?" I asked, flipping the sandwich and turning around to find the plates. I pulled out two, placing them on the counter before staring at him expectantly.

"I do not wish to discuss this, Captain."

"Oh, for the love of… We are off duty so shove the captain up your ass!" I yelled, pointing the spatula at him. The corners of his mouth twitched up slightly and I realized how I phrased that. I turned away, trying to ignore the images and the blush creeping across my face as I took the sandwiches out of the pan. But as I handed them to him I realized we were both laughing. He had a nice laugh and I felt my gaze soften.

"You, Spock, have a dirty mind." I said, putting my two sandwiches in the pan.

"Indeed." He muttered, staring down at the food like it was going to kill him.

"Eat." I whispered. "Please, it hurts to see you like this."

"Jim…" I looked away from his shocked expression, deciding to poke at my sandwich instead.

"For you then." He muttered. I looked over in time to see him take a bite. I smiled awkwardly and his cheeks flushed green, obviously not liking me staring as he ate. I turned away to give him privacy.

We ate in silence and when we finished, I gathered our plates and rinsed them off before putting them in the sink.

"How is your arm?" He asked, coming up behind me.

"Which one?" I said unintentionally, turning to face him. He flinched and I saw his gaze go to the yellow bruise that still faintly looked like a hand. His hand slowly raised before his fingers lightly caressed the bruise.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Don't be, we all say and do things we don't mean." I muttered, looking in to his eyes. He inhaled sharply before bringing his hand up to my face and brushing his fingers along my cheek.

"James, I should not have left that room." He whispered, leaning in and pressing his lips against mine softly.

"Have you been neglecting yourself because of me?" I whispered when his stubble brushed my chin.

"Yes…" He admitted softly, a small frown on his face.

"Fuck." I groaned, turning away and gasping when he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me against him.

"Please don't blame yourself." He whispered in my ear. A tingle of pleasure jolted up my spine and I couldn't help the moan that slipped out.

"Spock, stop breathing in my ear." I muttered. I heard him chuckle and my knees started to feel weak. I grabbed his wrist with my good hand, squeezing gently.

"Is that an order?" He asked.

"Yes." I hissed.

"Too bad we are off duty." I let go of his writs and slapped my hand against my forehead as my own words came back to bite me in the ass.

"I will jump you and injure myself doing so because I was told not to do any strenuous activities." I objected. He froze, stiffening against me before he pulled away.

"James, turn around and look me in the eyes and tell me exactly what you want from me." He said calmly. I turned around and he looked anything but calm. His eyes raced with emotion and at that very second I wanted to wrap my hand around the back of his neck and do nothing but kiss those soft lips until he moaned my name.

"I want…" I trailed off, not sure what to say.

"If you do not tell me now, then… Then I will depart to the bedroom and not come out until you are gone and out of my life." Oh great, he somehow logically managed to use my words. Did he not realize how hard this was for me?

"I want you to be mine." I growled, glaring. "Happy, you pointy eared ass."

"Not until you are mine, James." He muttered, putting an arm around my waist and crushing his lips to mine. I gasped and his tongue entered my mouth, pressing against mine and I let him take dominance over me.

"There was never a question about it, I've always been yours." I whispered, leaning my head against his chest. "Ever since I first saw you, even if I didn't know it yet, I was completely yours."

"And I yours, James."

Yay! Cute ending! Thank you for reading guys :) Hope you enjoyed the latest chapter and by the way, the title of the story is from a song called In The End by Black Veil Brides, I found it rather fitting.