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Stardate: March 19th, 2252 (Julia's POV)

I watched Spock as he slept. He lay in a hospital bed, with a doctor keeping an eye on his vitals from a distance that allowed for at least some privacy. But the doctor didn't stray too far away, just in case he needed more medical attention.. He'd suffered a bruised heart, and several broken blood vessels, which meant he was also suffering from internal bleeding.

He'd been given a few hypo-sprays of something to reduce the pain, and had been healed with a machine of some sort of other. But it was new technology, and though it had worked all the other times it had been used, it might still mess up.

Frowning, I reached out to brush a piece of stray hair from his forehead. Why had I thought I could bring him here? Why had I thought that after all this time, my hometown had changed? Iowa wasn't full of bad people, not completely, anyway. But a lot of locals managed to feel biased against anybody not from Iowa, or anybody who was different.

I'm such an idiot, I said to myself, removing my hand and looking up at the ceiling. Back when I was a kid, I had been bullied because I was different. Those who had done the bullying were probably still there, spreading their bias to the younger, new generation of people. Sighing, I looked back down at Spock.

His face was peaceful, no longer scrunched up in anger at the man who'd recklessly punched me, or disguised with a mask of logic to maintain the guise of being calm. Instead, his features were relaxed, his lips slightly parted in sleep.

Smiling a little, I wondered vaguely if he ever snored. We'd never slept in the same room together, seeing as he and I were only engaged. With a loving hand, I reached up and picked up the small chain that kept his ring close to my heart. It was his mother's ring, one that her mother had given her for her husband. What they hadn't considered was that Amanda would marry Sarek, a vulcan who had brought his own ring for a wife.

This left Amanda with an extra ring to give Spock for his own wife. And he'd chosen to give it to me. And that made me so, so happy. With a reminiscent smile, I remembered how he'd proposed…

Stardate: February 14th, 2251

Today was Valentine's Day, and I couldn't wait for my date with Spock. He and I hadn't spent as much time together as I'd wanted to. Granted, we'd been dating for at least a year, but it felt like eons since we'd last sat down and talked, held hands, or even kissed.

But today, being Valentines Day, was guaranteed to be a day we would spend together. It was a celebration of love, and I wasn't about to let Spock and I miss out on an opportunity to spend more time together.

Smiling, I went through classes that day in a day dream, wondering what I should wear on our date. I knew that the two of us were going to go out and explore San Francisco, and I knew we were going to visit the Golden Gate Bridge when the sun set. But the little in between things - I wasn't so sure about.

Where would we eat? Would we window shop? Should I wear a dress, or would jeans be more practical? Should I have my hair up or down?

This and more thoughts wracked my mind as I tried to study. But it was hard. And, thankfully, I wasn't the only one who was having trouble concentrating. Various other students, and even some teachers, were having trouble keeping on topic. So much so, that during one of my Medical Classes (not my major, but a minor), the teacher talked about the heart as if it was the organ that ordained feelings of love and affection.

However I, as well as many of the other students there, knew that the heart was not the organ that released those hormones and chemicals. It was the brain that released chemicals that caused emotions.

Thankfully this Medical Class was my last class of the day, and after we were released, I rushed to pack my items and practically ran to my dorm room. I didn't have a room-mate, not because I didn't want one, but because there were so few recruits this year that I could have my own room. Some of the boys, I knew, also had their own rooms, including Spock, thankfully. That gave us some privacy when we called one another on our P.A.D.D.s.

I continued to my dorm room, but not without any cat calls from some of the single cadets. I kept on my way, however, making sure to pay no heed to the boys who tried to gain my attention. I knew Spock could get jealous (I know I did), and I didn't want a jealous boyfriend on a day like this.

When I got to my room, I found a heap of gifts sitting outside. Roses, chocolates, cards - most of them from cadets I had no interest in. But, being myself a lover of chocolate and roses, I took all the gifts inside my dorm room and made sure they had a spot on the empty desk for an invisible room mate.

With that done, I set up my P.A.D.D. for playing music, and started playing some of my favorite band, a 21st century band called Owl City, staring with their song "Good Time". With that beat going, I began my make over.

I started with the shower, making sure to scrub any traces of sweat and dirt from my body. Not to mention I gave my hair an extreme wash. I wanted to smell wonderful for my date today.

Hopping out of the shower, I blow dried my hair, and wrapping a towel around myself, I went out to evaluate my closet. I decided on the most comfortable underwear I had, because we were doubtless going to walk a lot. And I picked a bra that was both comfortable and semi-formal.

As for an outfit. I wanted to dress formal, but not too formal; casual, but not too casual; fancy, but not over the top. Looking at my closet, which consisted mostly of t-shirts, hoodies, cadet uniforms, and jeans, I almost consented to dressing in jeans and t-shirt.

Thankfully, I had a black tank top and a nice pair of tights that looked like jeans, and lovely pair of faux fur lined boots to go. As for a jacket, I picked out a trench-like raincoat. It wasn't completely a trench-coat, it was much too short for that, but it looked lovely all the same.

Having picked out my attire, I dressed quickly. The tank, thankfully, still fit me perfectly. And it outlined my figure for all to see. That was why I wanted the coat, it was somewhat tight, but not as much as the tank-top. The coat would keep my bare shoulders hidden, and my slim figure from view. That is, unless I took off my coat. Which I planned to do with Spock at some point. Considering it didn't get too cold.

As I buttoned up my coat, I heard a knock on my door. Glancing up, I could just barely see the silhouette of Spock outside my curtained windows. With a smile, I started to get my boots on.

"Enter," I said, as I put the first one on. I could hear the door swish open, and Spock's footsteps as he entered. I glanced up at him, feeling giddy inside. If only he knew what I was wearing under my coat. "Hi, Spock. I'll be ready in a bit, just let me get my boots on."

Spock didn't reply, but instead merely stood there watching me. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my hands as I tied my boot-laces. I could also feel his eyes on me as I went to grab my purse and P.A.D.D. I made sure to turn off Owl City before I put in my purse. I didn't want to walk around San Francisco with music coming out of my purse.

Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I went to take Spock's hand. Strangely enough, he avoided contact with it. Frowning slightly, I looked up at him. His face was stoic, as it usually was when he had his mask on, but something seemed off about it. Why was he acting so strange?

"Spock, are you okay?" I asked, standing in front of him and meeting his eyes. He tried to avoid my gaze, but I moved wherever he moved his eyes, preventing him from not looking at me.

"I am not ill." Spock stated, finally looking at me. His eyes gave away his emotions, and I could see hints of fear in them. But I could also see love, and just a hint of excitement. I frowned again, searching his eyes for answer to my question.

"You're acting weird, Spock," I said, reaching out to take his hand again. This time he allowed me to take it, but not without hesitation. Twining our fingers together, I watched his face. He was looking at me, somewhat strangely. Unsure of what else to do, I squeezed his hand. "If you're not feeling good, we can postpone today's date. I know I put a lot of pressure on you when I said we should have on today - but I if you're sick then I don't want to force you to -"

"No!" At his exclamation, I jumped. My hand was gripping his tightly in response, and I had to force myself to release my death grip. "I do not wish to cancel our date. It would be...illogical, considering all the preparation that has been put into it."

"Oh-kay," I said slowly, beginning to move my feet. "Lets get going, then." Pulling him along, we left my room, and made our way to the gates of the academy. I could hear and see other couples getting together, heading to their dates and get together. I could also see and hear the lonely cadets who were making their disappointment known.

As time passed, and Spock and I explored the city, window shopping, stopping every now and then to get a pastry or other non-meat treat to eat, and I grew more and more concerned with how he was acting. His face betrayed his emotions when he was stressed, tired, or around one whom he felt comfortable with. And those people he felt most comfortable with were myself, his parents, and a select few others with whom he knew.

But right now, Spock's face betrayed no emotion, showed nothing of what he was feeling. He was keeping himself as stoic as possible, which worried me. Why wasn't he being open with what he was feeling? Glancing down at my feet, I wondered if it had something to do with me.

Maybe it was me, maybe the two of us weren't meant to be together, because I wasn't vulcan. Maybe he needed someone who wasn't as emotional as me, not as pushy or who had less of a fiery personality. I knew I could be a handful sometimes, and maybe this time I'd been too much of a handful.

With these melancholy thoughts in my head, I didn't notice where Spock was leading me. I had, since we came out of the restaurant, let Spock guide me where he wanted to go. But right now, I wasn't paying much attention to where were going.

It wasn't until a care zoomed by that my reverie was broken. Looking around, I realized we were walking on the Golden Gate Bridge. And, to my surprise, the sun was starting to set as well. Glancing at Spock, I saw he had a small smile on his face.

I couldn't help but feel confused at this. Why was he smiling now, of all times? Our hands were still tightly attached to one another, so I knew he could feel and sense my emotions, possibly even my thoughts - so why was he smiling?
"Spock?" I questioned, as we continued to walk halfway down the Golden Gate Bridge. It wasn't until we came to the exact middle of the bridge that Spock released my hand and turned to face me. I looked at him, watching as his eyes danced and sparkled. With a spike of fear, I wondered if was going to break up with me.

I tried to not let my fear show, but I don't think I was successful at it. At least not completely successful at it. I could tell he saw my fear, because he leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Still confused, I only halfheartedly kissed back. But as he brought a hand to my back to pull me close, I concentrated on the here and now, not what might or might not happen.

My hands went to his neck, and slowly made their way into his hair. I let my hands brush through his hair, feeling the silkiness of them. Meanwhile, one of Spock's hands was kept on my back, and the other hand was on my shoulder, keeping a tight hold on me so I wouldn't fall or trip into the dangerous road just beside us.

After what seemed like an eternity of kissing, we pulled apart, the both of us breathing heavily. We hadn't come up for air in a while, and I could tell my cheeks were red with oxygen depravity as well as excitement.

With a smile, I looked up into his eyes. He looked down at me, his eyes full of love. And then, any doubts I'd had about us being together vanished in an instant. Spock's hand came to my face then, to gently caress me. I leaned into his palm, luxuriating in the comfort he was providing.

"Julliana," He said, startling me somewhat. "I hope I have given you significant proof that I was not, in fact, going to leave you." With a light laugh, I nodded my head.

"You have, indeed, Spock," I replied, bringing my hands out of his hair to brush his face. He skin was so smooth and soft. Bringing my hands down, I twirled in excitement, my arms raised above my head to add emphasis. "I don't know why my mind even wen there. I mean, its Valentine's Day, and you bring me to the place my parent's proposed, and the sun sets, and we kiss and -" I stopped my twirling and talking to look up at Spock. He stood at least half a head taller than myself, but when I turned, I was looking down at him.

He'd gone to one knee, his hands going to his pocket for something. Speechless, I watched in silence and shock as he pulled a small box out and placed it out in front of me. Staring, I looked from the box to Spock.

"Julliana Valerie Kirk," He started, his face revealing all of his emotions. I pulled my hands to my heart, unsure of what to do with them. "I have loved you since we first met, and I will continue to do so for as long as I live. And, I ask you, would you become my wife so that we might be one another's now and forever?"

Blinking, I smiled and tried to speak. But I was choking up. He wanted me to marry him! Of course I wanted to - but my stupid mouth wouldn't work - so I stood there like a fish out of water. Spock watched me carefully, his face slowly becoming guarded as I tried to speak. He raised an eyebrow, and I nodded my head vigorously.

"YES!" I practically squealed, feeling like my whole body was about to explode with excitement. "I would be honored to spend the rest of my life with you!" My eyes had started to tear up with emotion, and I'd begun to cry, I was so happy.

Seeing my tears, Spock stood and embraced me. His arms engulfed me, and I hugged him back hard. Crying my eyes out into his neck and shoulder, I continued to tell him over and over again I would marry him, and how happy I would be to be his wife.

"Julliana?" Spock's voice woke me from my thoughts, and I glanced down to see him watching me. His face was slightly guarded, but not overly so. Anyone who knew him well could tell there were subtle differences in the way he wore his emotions. There were times when he tried not to conceal them at all, times when he kept them mostly under wraps so strangers wouldn't know how he felt, and, of course, the times when he kept his mask up so not even his close family could tell how he felt.

I looked back at him, smiling. I was glad he was all right. Back at the restaurant/bar, I had been worried he would die by the time the paramedics arrived. I was so glad my fears proved to be false.

"Yes, Spock?" I asked, meeting his eyes. He looked worried himself. "Is there anything you need…?"

"No," He said evenly. I then watched as his eyes moved over my face, and I remembered that I'd forgotten about my own injuries. "I was wondering, however, as to why you did not receive medical treatment."

"Ah," I said, self-consciously reaching over to feel the puffy bruised cheek and split lip that I had been given in the fight. "Yes, well, after the paramedics came, I insisted they take care of you first. I didn't want anything to happen to you."

"I am well, Julia." He replied, moving to sit up. He winced as he moved, however, and the doctor glanced back before coming over to put a hand on his clothed shoulder.

"You may feel well, mister, but your body still needs some time to heal."

"I am aware of this, doctor," Spock replied shortly, still trying to sit up. The doctor gave him a stern look before looking at me. I stared between the two of them, unsure of what to do.

"Look, I know you may be anxious to be moving about," He stood up, and picked up a few photographs that had been taken of his heart. "But your heart needs to be resting. It was severely bruised, and several blood vessels broken."

"I assume your machines have fixed such wounds," Spock stated, looking at the pictures from his place. I couldn't help but smile a little.

"Yes." the doctor replied stiffly, stuffing the picture back into his folder. "But the area around your heart is still recovering - its tender and needs to be treated as a wound that could open if it is overtaxed."

"Excuse me," I said quietly, trying my best not to sound amused at the interaction between the two. "But what would be considered "over taxing"?" The doctor raised an eyebrow at my question, and folded his arms, leaning against a wall.

"Anything that includes running, speed walking, jumping -"

"Anything strenuous, basically." I stated, glancing at Spock. He was trying to look non-perturbed that the doctor was now just addressing me instead of him.

"Not just that, but anything that involves heavy lifting, or stretching out too much. And no punches to the gut - er - heart." I tried and failed to conceal a frown at what he'd said. He gave me a glare and continued, this time looking at Spock. "And no more sex."

At this, I started to cough, having swallowed a bit of spittle when he'd suggested we'd done so before. Spock's ears turned green from the tip down, and his cheeks were dusted with green flecks as well. I tried not to laugh as I struggled to regain breath. The doctor just looked between us in a confused manner.

"Doctor, I should inform you that we have, as you have unceremoniously suggested, not undergone intercourse." This time the doctor blushed a bit.

"Well," he stammered, stepping away from the wall and running a hand through his hair. "The fact still stands that you should not engage in -"

"We know," I managed to wheeze out, after I finally gained my breath back. I leaned back in my chair and gave him a small smile.

"Yes. Good," he said, taking his folder and leaving the room. He stopped a moment before he left, "I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy, by the way. Let me know if you need anything, or something goes awry. The nurses all know who I am, so if you can't find me, one of them can."

"Thank you, Dr. McCoy," I said, giving him a little wave. Then with a nod, he left the room, allowing the door to swish shut, leaving us to be alone together in the hospital room.

I turned to look back at Spock, and saw that his ears were still slightly green. Giggling, I leaned back in my chair again, and put my hands to my face. Despite the tension that had been in the room, what had happened only a few moments ago had been hilarious. When I finally managed to get control of myself, I realized Spock was staring at me.

"I do not see what is so humorous," He raised an eyebrow at me, "Unless it has something to do with the assumption that we slept together."

"It has something to do with that," I said, calming my laughter. Spock and I had always considered the act when we were alone in one of our dorms, but we had both decided to wait until we were officially married before rushing into things. Besides, I didn't want to become pregnant before I became married.

As we looked at one another, an awkward silence fell about the room, and I felt the need to feel out my split lip. Moving my hands to it, I touched it gently, feeling that it was still tender. But I didn't think it was bleeding anymore. However, when a knock came at the door, I jumped, slamming my hand into my lip. And that movement caused it to start bleeding again.

"Enter," Spock said calmly, watching with relief as a nurse entered the room. She was carrying with her a specially made vegetarian meal for Spock. As she placed the tray down, she noticed I had a bleeding lip.

"Excuse me, miss," The woman said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at her. "I can fix that bleeding lip and -" She stopped talking and gasped when she saw the side of my face with a bruise.

"Uh, sure," I said, feeling embarrassed that my face had elicited that response. Did I really look that deformed? "But, I'd like to be healed here. Please."

"Yes, of course," She said, her eyes moving quickly away from my face as she left to get a healing device. When she left the door, I looked at Spock.

"How does my face look?" I asked, angling it so he could better view the bruise. He raised an eyebrow at me and examined my face.

"Like it has been severely bruised." Was his response. I could tell by the tone of his voice that was all he was going to say. Sighing, I reached out and grabbed a spoon from his tray, and looked at my reflection in it. As I did, Spock took an interest in his food, eating a bread roll.

"Oh. My. Gosh." I stated, my eyes wide in the reflection staring back at me. "I look like I'm half-Baboon." Spock nearly choked at my response, and I gave him a quick glare as I dropped his spoon back on his plate.

"I did not say that," Was all he said to me as I continued to glare at him. Blushing, I looked at the ceiling and tried to cool off. My husband to be thought I looked like a baboon. Howe embarrassing. "Besides, reproduction between two such different species would be impossible." Spock replied, picking up the spoon and taking an experimental sip of the vegetarian soup.

"I know that." I stated, feeling myself blush more. I glanced back at Spock, and watched as he made a face at the taste of the soup.

"If you knew, then why did you make a reference to something that did not exist?"

"Because, if there was such a creature, I'd be it."

"That is illogical, as it would suggest one of your parents being a baboon themselves. Not to mention, it would mean your brother, who has similar genes to your own, would suffer from the same ailment." Trying not to laugh, I deepened my frown.

"Yeah, well, my brother sure acts like a baboon sometimes." The conversation would have continued, but the nurse returned, and healed my face back to its natural look. Thus ending my life as a half-baboon look alike.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this peace, I know it was long, but felt that making it shorter wouldn't have done it justice. Oh, and just note, I plan on making a prequel series about Spock and Julia in the academy. I haven't started on it quite yet, but it will come about eventually.