A/N: Hi this is chapter to and there is a little question for you guys at the end. Enjoy. and as always i dont own star trek.

sky PoV

2 days later and I can honestly say i was sick of sickbay. Scotty had already been down, feeling guilty for throwing me into the water. I didn't mind him apologising, but when he started coming in every few hours to say sorry again i got annoyed. finally i snapped and threatened to castrate him if he came into sick bay again unless it was a life or death situation. Thankfully he didn't return after that. I've got a feeling McCoy wouldn't apreciate me making him more work by castrating the cheif engineer.

Much to my embarishment i was confined to bed unless I agreed to use a wheelchair or a pair of shocking pink crutches that the doctor had replicated me. And I was getting to the stage that I was so bored I would have to give in just so I could stop staring at the cealing for hours on end.

I heard the med bays doors swish open and Dr McCoy talking to someone. I went back to staring at the cealing, wishing I had at least my earphones so I could Listen to some music. I jumped slightly when i saw someone sitting in the chair next to my biobed out of the courner of my eye.

Turning my head i was shocked to see Commander Spock sitting there staring at me intently.

"Doctor McCoy informs me you are being difficult and are refusing to get out of bed"

I frowned annoyed.

"Tell me commander, did he tell you what i had to do in order to get out of bed?"

"Negative."

"I either have to be pushed around in a wheelchair or use them." I pointed to the bright pink cruches leaning against a nearby wall.

Spock regarded the cruches before speaking again.

"I can not see what the problem is."

I resisted sighing. Just.

"I will not use something that looks like it wouldn't be out of place in the Barbie Mansion. And if I use the chair everyone will treat me like I'm made of glass."

He seemed to think for a second.

"I thought we had an electric powered chair. Would that be acceptable?"

"Yer it would if Scotty hadn't decided to take it apart and has now lost the main part that makes it work."

"I will think on the matter. Now lieutenant the reason I came was to replace your property."

He pulled out of his pocket a purple velvert pouch. From in that he pulled out a stunning silver chain. It was nearly identical to my broken one, but even I couldn tell the make and silver was of a much better quaility.

I could only mumble my thanks as he placed in carefully into my hand. Feeling shy I avoided looking at him as I threaded my cross onto it and attempted to fastern it around my neck.

"Damn." I swore as my finger failed to use the catch. Cool fingers carefully replaced mine and fasterned it securely. My cross felt cold buy familiar as it settled in its normal place.

"Thank you Cammander."

He nodded in acnolegment before speaking again.

"Lueitenant I believe that it would aid your mental health to get out of sick bay for a time. I will arrive at 20:00 to escort you to the mess hall."

"But Commander..."

"This is not negotiable."

With that he left, leaving me to stare open mouthed at his retreating back. I ignored the dark chuckle comeing from the doctors office. My Reputation as a bad ass was so going to suffer.

A/N: Poll time. Who should sky get romantically involved with: McCoy or Spock.