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Stardate: March 21st, 2252 (Julia's POV)

After the incident with the doctor yesterday, I began to wonder what the future held for us. Maybe our marriage would work out, maybe it would fail. Maybe one of us would die one day, and the other wouldn't be able to stop it. Kind of like what happened 3 days ago, with Spock getting pummeled at the bar.

Sitting beside Spock as he continued to heal, I realized how much I didn't want to think about him dying. I knew that death came to us all, that we would all face it at one point or another, but I failed to be calm about it.

At the bar I had a complete panic attack, fearing that he was going to die on me. Maybe it came from my father dying on the day of my birth. I knew that, of course, I couldn't remember such an occasion, but not having him in my life, and knowing that I never would, got under my skin.

All the people I'd ever known had parents that were alive and well. Maybe their parents weren't together all of the time, but at least they were alive. Whereas my father was dead, and my mother had married her husband's brother. And he, by no means, was a fatherly figure to either myself or Jim.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize anyone had come in until a hand came to rest on my shoulder. Jumping, I turned to see Dr. McCoy. He was looking a little worried. Probably because I hadn't left the hospital since Spock had been admitted into it.

"You should go home," McCoy said, patting my shoulder like he would a friend. "You've been here, what 4 days now?"

"3.52," Spock said from his place on the bed. He had been reading a novel that one of the nurses had brought from a cart. His eyes were on McCoy when he spoke, however. McCoy shook his head and laughed a little, removing his hand from my shoulder.

"Always have to be accurate," he commented, folding his arms. Instead of responding, Spock gave a quick nod of affirmation. "In any case, you should go home. Your vulcan boyfriend here is fine. He'll be discharged from the hospital by this time tomorrow. Assuming you don't over exert yourself while you're here."

"I want to stay," I said, my hands playing with the zipper of my jacket. I had changed into a pair of clothing I'd had delivered to the hospital from a storage shed in Iowa. While some of my things resided at my dorm room at the academy, the bulk of my belongings remained in plastic bins in a shed.

"Julliana, I agree with the doctor on this account," Spock said, making me look up. I felt a spike of fear at hearing him want me to leave too. I searched his eyes, pleading with him to say he wanted - no - needed me to stay. Even though, the truth was, I was the one who needed him. His eyes gently told me that I needed to go. "You have not been sleeping well."

"Not sleeping?" McCoy said in surprise, he brought a hand to my face and turned it towards him, looking into my eyes. "Hhmm...your sclera is covered in blood vessels. Don't know how I didn't see it before…" I pulled my head away from his hands, and folded my arms definitely.

"I'm not leaving," I said, looping my legs around the chair I sat in. "If I need more sleep I'll use a bed."

"That would not be logical," Spock objected, putting down his book and turning so he faced me more head on. "We have already paid for a week's stay at the hotel in -"

"I told them we'd been unable to come to our reservation, so they opened the room up for another customer and gave us a refund." I could tell Spock was surprised at my statement. He raised an eyebrow as he continued to speak.

"May I inquire as to why you did not converse with me over this matter?"

"You were unconscious for 2 days."

"Logical. However I do not see the logic in neglecting to tell me earlier of your decision."

"1. You didn't ask, and 2. I forgot to mention it till now."

"Well, on that note, I'm going to leave you two alone to sort this out," McCoy said, edging towards the door. He gave a small wave to us and started out the door. Then, as an after thought he added "Oh, and you can have the other bed in the room, Julia." I waved the doctor off, keeping my eyes in contact with Spock's.

"Do tell me, Spock, what do you think of me sleeping in the same room as you?" I asked, feeling the urge to punch him if he mentioned me leaving again. He picked up on my distress, and cocked his head to the side slightly. He raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

"Seeing as you would likely feel obligated to inflict harm if I said anything else," I tried not to smile at his sarcasm. "I would say that it would be preferable that you stay." I let out a breath of air I hadn't realized I'd been holding, and let myself smile.

"Good." I leaned back in my chair and watched as Spock picked his book back up. Then, stretching back in my seat, I yawned loudly. I stretched my arms over my head, trying to alleviate the tension I had felt earlier in the conversation. "Well, I think I'll go and take a nap."

I got up out of my seat, stretched my legs, and started for the bed across from Spock's. We had a good 5 feet between us, but at least it was a bed. As I pulled my shoes off, Spock cleared his throat. I turned to look at him over my shoulder.

"If you so desire, you could sleep here." He indicated the side of the bed on his right. "If you do not sleep on my left side, I would assume no harm would come to myself. And seeing as we are to be married, I can see no wrong doing in us using the same bed this once." With a smile, I padded over to him, and got under the covers next to him. I positioned myself so I would be laying my head on his chest, with one of my arms underneath me, and the other stretched over his chest.

Snuggling in close, I relished the chance to be near him. We may not be married yet, but we would be soon enough. After this semester of the academy was over, we planned on heading to Vulcan during Earth's summer to be wed.

"Are you comfortable?" Spock inquired, placing a hand gently on my side. I smiled as I replied.

"Yes. Most definitely, yes." After I'd said so, I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. As I let it out, I noticed I couldn't hear his heart beat. With a small smile, I remembered a certain novel where a human teenager had rested her head on a certain vampire's chest only to not hear a heartbeat.

With that thought in my head, I slowly started to drift to sleep. As I did, I could feel Spock's hand caressing my ear as I lay there. It felt good, reminding me of when my mother used to do it when I was sick or scared. The gesture had always calmed me, and right now it helped me to fall faster into the lovely bliss that was sleep.

(Spock's POV)

I stayed still as Julia, my wife to be, slept. Her still form curled next to my own elicited emotions within me that I struggled to keep off of my face. Being in love, I have noticed, does strange things to both humans and vulcans. And being a part of both worlds, I find myself in the same predicament.

Sighing, I took my hand and traced her ear, massaging it in the way her mother used to do. Little did she realize her thoughts were still being communicated to me, at least the ones that she left unguarded. I had taught her how to guard her thoughts from those telepathic beings who would use their powers to take advantage of her, but also so, if she had a secret surprise party planned, I would not know about such things when we touched.

As my hand went along her ear, I could hear Dr. McCoy out in the hallway, arguing with someone. A moment later, he burst into the room with a tray of vegetarian food for myself. Behind him, a nurse tried to protest, but the only answer she got in return was McCoy's lashing out.

"If I can heal my own patient, then why the hell can't I give 'em his own food too?!"

"But, Dr. McCoy," the nurse said, trying and failing to take the tray from him, "I was given the task of -"

"And I'm relieving you of it," Dr. McCoy stated, frowning at the woman. With a pout, she stomped off, and I could hear her muttering curses under her breath. "Good grief - can't you two keep your hands off one another?" the doctor asked, slamming the tray down on the chair beside my bed.

Beside me, Julia groaned and cuddled more into my side, her head moving on my chest to find a more comfortable resting place. I stayed still as she did so, not daring to breath until she was still. Removing my hand from ear to rest on her side, I looked at the doctor.

"I would request that you keep your voice down, as I do not wish to wake my fiance up."

"Oh, so that's whatcha are," McCoy said almost sarcastically. I was contemplating how to respond when the doctor spoke again. "I thought you'd already tied the knot - the way she went on about you."

I raised an eyebrow at his statement. With a smile, McCoy leaned on the back of the chair and leaned towards me. I stared at him, and met his eyes. I could see he was holding out information on something that occurred before I had awoken.

"Would you mind explaining, doctor?" I asked, watching his response. Leaning back, he folded his arms and gave me a smirk. I took this as a non-verbal denial, and his next statement concurred what I had thought.

"I think I'll let Julia tell you - if she wants to, that is." reaching down, he lifted the food tray and handed it to me. I moved my legs so I could place the tray on my knees, and slowly began to eat. The nurse had made plomeek soup for lunch today, as she had yesterday. It was quite delicious, though it did not taste like the plomeek soup on Vulcan. Oh, well, I cannot expect humans to be perfect.

I hope you all liked this chapter, I know it's kind of short, but I felt like I needed something short and funny. This story will follow the story line of the 2009 movie, though I'm going to change some of the lines to make the story different from the movie. (Though I'm not going to change all of the lines, only some). Anyway, thank you all for reading!