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March 31st, 2252

The next morning, Julia felt extremely groggy. So groggy, that when the alarm clock in her and Spock's shared hotel room (yes, shared. Spock insisted it would be more logical to do it that way, and promised that nothing would happen that she didn't want). But as the alarm made noise, Julia rolled over and put her face in the pillow.

When the alarm kept getting louder, she grabbed a pillow adjacent to her, and tossed it at the alarm clock. But still, it rang. With a groan, Julia felt her away over to the alarm clock and turned it off.

"That would not be the best course of action," Spock's voice said, as he sat up from the bed opposite her. With a start, Julia turned to face Spock, and ended up falling over bed and onto the floor.

"What the hell, Spock," Julia said, struggling to get untangled from her sheets and blankets. "You scared me!"

"I assumed you would remember we rented a room together," Spock replied, getting calmly out of bed and going to help Julia untangle herself. With a sigh, she let Spock pull the sheets apart and slowly pull her out. However, when her cast go caught on a sheet and she winced in pain, he stopped. "I think your cast is stuck."

"No kidding," Julia said, frowning. She was not in a good mood today. The pills she took yesterday had worked a little too well. They had made her so sleepy, that she didn't even want to move this morning. Not to mention, her mind refused to wake up completely.

"Julia…" Spock said, looking down at her. She let out a frustrated sigh and looked up at him.

"Yes." Her voice could not have been more annoyed.

"May I ask if there is something wrong?" Spock asked. His brown eyes were worried, and that the same time innocently curious. Julia couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

"Nothing's wrong," Julia said, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, that's all."

"I believe it would be more accurate to say you fell off the wrong side of the bed," Spock said, and Julia rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, sitting up a little straighter. Then, looking down at her foot, she began to shake her leg. Slowly, but surely, the sheets began to fall off. And then, there, was her cast, coming apart a little bit where the sheet had caught on it. "Oh, great."

"I do not believe we have time to go to the hospital again," Spock said, gently lifting Julia up onto on his bed. Then, ever the gentleman (or gentlevulcan) he placed the pile of blankets and sheets on top of the bed, as well as Julia's discarded pillow. "As well as that, I do not think you will be able to put on your usual cadet uniform."

"I think you're right. And I can't very well go to the shuttle in my night gown," Julia said, looking down at her foot. It was way too big to fit through one of her pant legs….Suddenly, her eyes widened as an idea hit her. "Wait a second - Spock, do you still have your cadet uniform?"

Spock gave her a backwards glance, already knowing what she was thinking. Spending several years with a person would do that to you. Additionally, he had felt her thoughts forming so many times, he felt as if he were already mentally connected with her.

"I do not believe I have discarded it," He said, turning to face her. "May I ask why you wish to know?"

"Because," Julia said, with a smile. "I can probably fit into your cadet pants!"

"I am unsure if that is logical," Spock said, feeling his ears burning. Thinking of Julia wearing something of his made him feel, happy. It would be like telling other males, "she is mine. I love her, and no one else can have her." However, that would not be the best choice of action, because seeing her wear something of his would make him want to kill any other guy who even dared look at her wrong.

"Why not?" Julia asked, standing up on one leg. She carefully began scooching towards her crutches, which were leaning next to the desk between her and Spock's beds. Spock put a hand on her arm to steady her. She didn't refuse his help. "I mean, think about it. If I don't use your pants, then I'll have to wear one of the cadet dress uniforms. And then pretty much every guy would be trying to look up my skirt."

At this comment, Spock squeezed her arm a little bit tighter. He did not like to think about other people looking at her.

"Spock," Julia said, putting a hand gently on his. "You're squeezing kind of hard there."

"I am sorry," Spock said, blinking and letting go. What was getting into him? He hadn't felt so protective in his entire life. Perhaps it had something to do with sleeping with Julia at the hospital, their continual make out sessions, and the two of them sleeping in the same room…

Julia was about to ask him another question, when her P.A.D.D. alarm went off from inside her duffel bag. Grabbing her crutches, she maneuvered over to her bag, bent down, and pulled out her P.A.D.D.

"I hate to hurry you," Julia said, standing up unsteadily. Spock turned to face her, his face unreadable. Julia held up her P.A.D.D. "But we have about 20 minutes before the shuttle leave back for the Academy."

Closing his eyes a moment, Spock tried to calm the swirl of emotions within him. Did he want Julia to wear something of his? He would be most excited if she did. But then he would also feel extremely protective. However, if she wore the dress, then she would get the attention of many unwanted males…

"I will get my cadet uniform pants," Spock said, going towards his duffel bag. He'd only been promoted to a teacher recently, and he still kept his cadet uniform in his duffel bag in case of emergencies. However, this was not one in which he had envisioned.

Taking out the pants, he handed them to Julia, who tucked them carefully under one arm, put her own cadet top under her other arm, and then made her way to the bathroom. Within moments, she had come back out, a pair of slightly baggy pants on her, and a form fitting top.

"How do I look?" Julia asked, heading towards her duffel again. She rummaged around until she found a spare pair of shoes, and slipped it on her non-cast foot. Spock watched her, feeling an increasing sense of protectiveness.

When she stood up, Spock came up to her, and put an hand on her waist, pulling her close to him. So close, she could feel his heart beating against her stomach.

"You look like the most beautiful human girl in the world," Spock said, putting his other hand to her face, and gently stroking her cheek. Julia's initial shock slowly melted away to a feeling of joy, and love. Smiling up at him, put her arms around his neck, letting her crutches fall to the ground. Ignoring them, she let her hands gently stroke his very pointed vulcan ears.

"You are the most handsome half-vulcan in all the galaxy," She said, letting herself get lost in his brown eyes. Then, slowly, Spock leaned down and kissed her. He was gentle, and yet, behind that gentleness was a need that was very, very strong.

As Julia kissed back, she felt Spock's hand tighten on her hip, and slowly slip between her clothing and touch her skin. As soon as he touched her, she felt sparks of lightning up and down her spine.

With a gasp, she pulled back from the kiss, and looked back up into Spock's eyes. He had a hunger in them, one that she suddenly realized couldn't' be quenched just by kissing. Not this time.

"I think we better go," She said, feeling a small spike of fear. What Spock wanted to do...she wasn't ready for. In addition, she wanted to wait until they were married. It would be more special for her that way. Giving him an apologetic smile, she reached for her crutches, and then realized they were on the ground.

In an instant, Spock pulled his hand away from Julia and grabbed the crutches, handing them to her.

"Thanks," Julia said, taking the crutches and back up a little bit. Her fear was slowly growing. It wasn't just Spock who wanted to do more with her. She wanted to do more with him too…

But heaven knew her brother would kill Spock if she ended up getting pregnant before their wedding. Not to mention, she would be embarrassed, having one of the Vulcan wedding gowns, one that was skin tight, revealing that she and Spock had been together before their wedding day.

Looking back at Spock, Julia wondered if he had felt her fear. The way he was standing, rigid and with a blank look on his face, she was afraid he was. But she wasn't sure how she could talk to him about it, not that they had that much time anyway.

"We'd better get going," Julia finally said, picking up her duffel bag and attempting to carry it while using her crutches.

Carefully, Spock came over and took the bag from her. Julia let him take the bag, and then reached out to touch his hand. He didn't attempt to move his hand away from her, but he didn't reach out to her either.

"Thank you," She said, letting as many positive emotions surface for him to feel. When she let go, she somehow felt that things between them were different. How different, she didn't know.

Oooooo - drama! I hope you all enjoyed this recent chapter of Two Kirks and a Spock! I'm working on chapter 20, and I hope to get it published later this week. Thank you to everyone who gave feedback - I love reading it!