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One Pointy-Eared Night In Shining Armor With a Side Order of The Good Drugs

Annalise

Sprawled out onto the floor with her legs all tangled in her sheets, Annalise tried to catch her breath and not to hyperventilate. Which was easier said than done because every tiny movement she made caused the most brutal pain in her shoulder.

"Oh my FUCK!" She swore loudly.

Unfortunately, this was not the first time her shoulder had popped out of place. It was a reoccurring issue to do a childhood injury lovingly given to her by Frank. If she hit her left shoulder hard enough it would pop out of It's socket. It was super painful, gross and she hated it.

Gritting her teeth through the pain, she forced herself into an upright position. Sitting for a moment, she tried to breath through a monster wave of nausea and willed herself not to puke all over the place. When the wave of nausea finally passed, she started trying to assess the situation and tried to what the next step was.

Option One was to try to put her shoulder back into place on her own. She knew that trying to put it back herself was pretty much out of the question. The last time she tried to do it, she just made everything worse and when Bones finally got it back in it took twice as long for her to recover from it. Fuck that.

Option two was try to get her communicator badge of off her night and call Bones for help. That was fine except for the fact that it would cause a massive commotion and that was the last thing she wanted or needed for that matter.

Option three was try to get to the med bay on her own. She wasn't sure exactly what time it was but she had fallen asleep around 10pm so it had to be some time in the early morning. The chances of someone seeing or catching her were very slim.

The only problem she saw with option three was trying to get her ass off of the floor with zero upper body strength and pain so bad that blowing her own brains out would be a sweet release.

It was a good thing she had the pain threshold of a Rhino.

Out of all three options, three was the best one by far so she decided to go with that one.

Looking down at what she was wearing, she realized that there was one slight snag with her plan. She was in her night wear which consisted of a sleep tank and a pair of shorts. She was also braless because only a psychopath slept with a freaking bra on.

There was no way in God's creation that she could put something over her head with the way her shoulder was now. She couldn't move it without being in agony. She decided the only feasible to thing to do was wrap herself in her blanket and pray that nobody came across her.

After a few moments of trying to psych herself up for the pain that was to come, she decided to try and put her crappy (but better than the other two) plan into motion.

Grabbing her mattress with her good hand, she tried to pull herself up. As she did this, pain exploded from her shoulder and it took everything she had not to yell out as loudly as she could. The last thing she wanted to do was alert someone to her situation.

She hated having attention drawn to her and what she had been going through already had been enough to last her several lifetimes already.

For a moment, she slumped forward onto her mattress so she could catch her breath and wait for a sudden wave of dizziness to pass. Being in so much pain and the sudden movement of trying to get up had almost done her in.

She would do it over and over again if it meant NOT lying on the floor in a heap of limbs and waiting for someone to find her.

When she finally caught her breath again, she decided that it would be a good plan to make sure Bones was in the med bay and not his quarters. He spent most nights in the med bay because a) in case there was medical bay and b) because he couldn't sleep for shit either.

"Computer, what is Dr. McCoy's location?" She asked the computer.

The computer came to life and responded.

"Dr. McCoy is in the Medical Bay." The computer replied.

She breathed a huge sigh of relief.

'Thank Jesus, Mary and Joseph.' She thought, relieved.

"Thanks, Computer." She told the computer.

"Acknowledged." The computer told her back.

Bones and Jim always teased her for thanking the computer but she was just a sweet and kind person by nature. She was nice to everyone, that included the computer system and, hell, even people that weren't nice to her. She just couldn't bring herself to be a jerk even when she should be.

Now that she knew that Bones was in the med bay, she decided that it was time to try and put her plan into action. There was no way she could stay like this any longer without loosing her sanity.

Picking up her blanket, she tried to wrap around herself the best she could despite the immense pain she was in. It was like someone jammed a knife in her shoulder and then twisted it every time she tried to move. By the time she got herself covered enough she was sweating from the pain.

She looked as bad as she felt. Her curly hair was a complete mess, she was sweating from both the messed up dream she had and the extreme pain she was in. She couldn't even get some kind of footwear on because she was just in way too much pain.

Letting out a shaky sigh, she shuffled out of her room and down the dark hallway to the med bay. She had to take frequent breaks because every time she moved, her shoulder would inadvertently move and cause her more pain.

In order to try and distract herself from the pain, she thought about the odd dream she had. She had no idea what to even do with it. That signal, beacon, or whatever it was screaming at her. It was so unnerving and freaked her out so badly.

Why did it affect her so much? What did it want with her? Was there something wrong with her?

She was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice that there was someone in front of her until she bumped right into them.

Almost bouncing off an obviously 'male' chest, she let out a hiss at the huge bolt of pain that resonated through her shoulder. Grabbing at her shoulder, she fought to keep herself up right. She felt two strong hands help steady her.

'Who in the HELL is up this early in the morning?' She thought in aggravation.

A very familiar deep, velvet voice spoke from somewhere above her.

"Annalise, what are you doing out so early in the morning? Do you require aide?" Spock inquired.

Holding back tears of pain and embarrassment, she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole, she wanted something to put her out of her misery.

'Why did it always have to be him?' She thought, completely miserable.

Forcing herself to look up at him, she saw that his face did not betray what he was thinking or his emotions, but those dark eyes of his were another story all together. They were looking at her with something akin to worry.

"Mr. Spock, I-I'm okay. I hurt my shoulder and I am going to the med bay to have Dr. McCoy look at it." She explained, trying to keep her voice level.

It was obvious that Spock did NOT believe that she was okay in any shape or form, she couldn't even imagine what she looked like at the moment with her hair every which way, in her pajamas, with no footwear on of any kind on, wrapped up in a blanket with an obviously wonky looking shoulder. Not to mention the amount of sweat she was producing from the extraordinary pain she was in.

"Annalise, your shoulder appears to be dislocated and you are in severe pain. It is illogical for you to try and go to the medical bay on your own, please allow me to aid you." He stated calmly.

What she wanted to do was tell him to 'fuck off' but as embarrassing as it was for her to admit it, she knew that he was right. At the rate she was going, she would be crawling to the med bay, well, trying to anyway. She had just about reached her maximum pain threshold.

"Okay." She mumbled softly.

Before she could realize what had even happened, she was no longer on the ground but being carried by Spock. It happened so fast that she couldn't help the ridiculous high-pitched squeak that came out of her mouth. Instinctively, she grabbed onto the front of his uniform shirt with her good hand for a bit of extra support.

Logically, she knew that Vulcans were far stronger and faster than humans, but this was her first time actually experiencing it. She wasn't exactly a size zero by any stretch of the imagination but he had scooped her up with ease. Being carried even eased the movement of her enough that she was able get a little bit of relief from the pain.

As embarrassing as this whole situation was, it was so much better than the alternative. Now that the pain was slightly alleviated, she let out a soft sigh and pretty much melted into Spock's chest. She was cold and he was warm. He also made her feel very safe. It was the first time someone 'male' made her feel in such a way that wasn't either Jim or Bones.

She knew that Vulcans weren't big on being touched but thankfully he seemed alright with what she was doing either that or he just wasn't saying anything about it and for that was eternally grateful.

For awhile, she just enjoyed the silence and being in a little less pain until Spock suddenly spoke.

"May I inquire as to how you ended up with such an injury?" He asked.

At his question, her face flushed in embarrassment. Fuck. There was no way to explain this to him without somehow embarrassing herself. She didn't want to try and explain to him what her dream was about and she sure as hell didn't want to start telling him about her fucked up childhood either.

She would have to come up with some kind of most or half truth.

"Well, I aggravated a childhood injury. I was having some kind of nightmare and when I woke up, I was totally disoriented. I guess my feet were trapped in my blankets and fell out of bed onto my shoulder which caused it to pop out." She explained softly.

At her explanation, he looked down at her with his brow raised.

"I see." Was all he said.

Thankfully, she didn't have to try and decipher just what in the hell he meant by that because they finally got to the med bay.

After entering the med bay, she called out Bones being mindful of the level of her voice knowing that Spock's hearing was far more sensitive than a human's was and the last thing she wanted to do was thank him for helping her by making him deaf by accident.

"Bones! A little help here!" She called out.

Thankfully, Bones was an extremely light sleeper. At the sound of her voice, he stumbled out of his office all bleary-eyed.

Taking in the scene in front of him, he woke up very quickly.

"What in the actual fuck happened here?!" He exclaimed loudly.

She knew that he wasn't being loud on purpose but it inadvertently made her flinch anyway. She did NOT do well with loud male voices.

Thankfully, only Spock seemed to notice and she felt his arms unconsciously tighten around her protectively. She was shocked at the movement but couldn't help but enjoy it all the same.

"Geez, would you relax! It was an accident, I had a stupid dream, I woke up disoriented and fell out of bed on to my shoulder. It popped out and I tried to walk over here but Spock found me first and helped me." She explained.

At her explanation, Bones calmed down somewhat. He reached out to take her from Spock but he refused to give her up. Instead, he placed her on a bed himself.

Bones was looking at Spock with his mouth in a straight line, if looks could kill he would be six feet under. Spock looked right back at him with his brow raised as if to say 'try me, I dare you'.

The stupid behavior that both men were displaying was enough to drive her mad. All she wanted was her shoulder back in place before she lost her fucking mind all over the place.

'Fuck this stupid man-fight bullshit. I just want my shoulder back in!" She thought miserably.

If Bones didn't fix it soon, she was going to start crying. She was at the end of her rope with this bullshit.

"Bones please, I need my shoulder back in before I lose my mind!" She begged, holding back a sob.

Thankfully, this was enough to get him to jump into action and forget about Spock for a moment.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll put it back in. Hang on just a little bit longer." He told her apologetically.

She rolled her eyes at him calling her sweetheart. He only did that when he did something that royally pissed her off and felt like an ass about it.

"Okay pointy ears, I'm going to have to ask you to hold her in place so I can pop her arm back in. Last time I had do to this she hit me in the face hard and I was stuck in raccoon face for two weeks straight. That's not happening again." He told Spock.

What he said caused her to glare absolute daggers at him. What an asshole. It wasn't as if she wanted to punch him in the face, putting her shoulder back into place sucked.

However, before she could tell him off. Spock did what Bones asked of him and held her in place so she couldn't hurt anybody or herself but Bones still had the access he needed to put her shoulder back in place.

Being pushed up against Spock's chest the way she was caused whatever functioning brains she had left to melt into a huge pile of useless goo. She just couldn't help her stupid body's reaction to him. It was beyond embarrassing. This whole fucking debacle was.

Thankfully, Bones positioned himself to put her shoulder back in and she knew that she would have something else to concentrate on in about three seconds.

"Alrightie Pipsqueak, I am going to count down from three and pop your shoulder back in, okay?" He told her.

She nodded and prepared herself for what was to come.

"Okay, here we go. 3, 2, 1!" He counted down and then popped her shoulder back into place.

At the initial popping back in, she cursed a blue streak and then once that was over everything felt so much better that she could have wept with joy. She was so glad that was over.

While she regained her composure, Spock let her go and gave her space but stayed near by. She could feel his dark, intense eyes on her. He had been odd since Bones got too loud accidentally, she had no idea what was up his ass now.

While she continued to calm down, Bones left and then came back with a replicated ice pack in one hand and a small drug injector in the other hand.

"What the hell is that?" She asked, pointing at the small canister.

Bones gave her a pointed look which she did not like at all.

"Look Pipsqueak, you haven't slept properly in, what, two days and you just had your shoulder popped back into place. You need sleep and I am going to help you get it." He said seriously.

She frowned at Bones but she knew he was absolutely right. She was on the hot mess express and she needed sleep desperately. She hated being drugged but decided to put up with it for the sake of getting some much needed sleep.

"Fine, shoot me up." She relented.

Placing the canister against her arm, he pulled the trigger and she felt a small pin prick. Not long after the drugs were injected into her, she began to feel their effects and knew she needed to lie down.

After she did that, Bones placed the replicated ice pack on her shoulder to reduce the swelling.

She could feel herself succumbing to the drugs quickly.

Before she fell asleep all together, she turned to face Spock and looked at him with heavy eyes.

"Spock, thank you for helping me." She murmured softly.

Before she could hear any type of response, she was out cold.

Bones

Grinding his teeth, Bones went off to deal with the empty drug canister in his hand. After doing that, he came back to check on Annalise and saw that stupid, Pointy-eared, green-blooded ass-wipe was still standing there watching over her while she finally slept peacefully.

He hated it. He hated ALL of it.

He had no right to stick his stupid nose in her business while he was with someone else.

He knew where it was going to go and Annalise was going to end up hurt because of it. He and Jim were going end up picking up the pieces of her busted heart.

He could see it all playing out like a shitty movie right in front of him.

He could feel his anger rise to epic levels and needed him out of HIS med bay right the fuck now.

Vulcan or not he would find a way to break him in half one way or another.

Walking back to where Spock was still standing, he crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat loudly.

Turning his attention from Annalise to him, Spock regarded him with an indecipherable look and he simply looked right back at him.

For a moment, they stared each other down and then Spock finally left his med bay.

He decided that he was going to have a long ass talk with Jim later on in the day.

Because fuck this bullshit.

Spock

Spock left the med bay feeling very odd in a way he had extreme difficulty trying to decipher. It had started yesterday while he was watching Annalise listen to the strange signal or beacon as she now called it.

After she had finished listening to it, her whole demeanor shifted from sweet and kind to stressed and very agitated. When she turned to face him, he noted that the gold rings around her pupils had grown larger in size. He had no idea why or how this was happening.

He saw that Captain Kirk had noticed her shift in demeanor as well and forced her to take the rest of the day off which she didn't take too kindly to at all.

This was a trait of hers that remained much the same since her school days, she was so incredibly stubborn. He recalled more than once forcing her to take study breaks lest she over worked herself.

After she left his office, he hadn't expected to see her until the next afternoon when she came to help him with their research. He was not expecting to find her walking the halls at 0600 in the morning wrapped in a blanket with nothing on her feet.

Observing her further, he saw that she was extremely distressed and that her shoulder was sticking out at an old angle. He wondered how on earth she managed to acquire such an injury.

Seeing her in such pain, that protective part that only she seemed to bring out in him flared to life.

Of course, she was ever the stubborn one and he had to coax her to let him aide her.

After he picked her up effortlessly and she settled into his arms, he found himself admiring the way her curly head fit into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He of course enjoyed the way Nyota fit against him as well but this was some how very, very different.

When he asked her what caused her such an injury, he was unprepared for her response. She told him it was the result of a childhood injury. What sort of childhood injury could cause such a thing?

He knew that she was either being deceptive or not telling him the whole story.

Something happened to her, he supposed that it could just be from a legitimate human childhood injury, like climbing a tree that she had no business climbing. His instincts, however, were screaming at him otherwise. At the thought of somebody causing her pain, his ire rose almost uncontrollably. He cited several Vulcan focus chants in his head to try and purge it from his system.

Who could hurt such a sweet little thing like Annalise?

Even after Dr. McCoy treated her and put shoulder back into place he was reluctant to leave her.

She saw right through his hardened Vulcan demeanor and brought out human emotions in him that he detested.

He needed to find a way to purge her from his mind.

Lest he let her be his ruin.