**Sorry for the wait (kinda sorta idk) I just needed to cool down after the past couple days. I've just been... Yeah so nvm. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Or not. Your choice. I'm gonna shut up now.
Trigger warning for torture**

Jim Kirk could be a man of arrogance and ignorance. He had tactics that he attempted to use against alien species, tactics that usually failed. Yet the captain, ignorant as ever, kept trying and trying again, each time with worse results than the previous.

You, Spock, Kirk, and a couple others were on the mission. The others were one blue shirt and one red shirt. Kirk began his usual strategies against the species. This one seemed to be a little more violent than the past ones...

They captured the young captain and tortured him. Make-shift knives were sliced through his skin all over his body. Whips were brought to his skin, creating burns from the leather like fabric. Blood pooled on the floor by him; his shirt was removed. They tortured him to extent where the crew could hear his screams in pain breaking the silence that surrounded them. They were allowed to be free at the price of the captain. Communicators and phasers were confiscated.

A plan was formed, the captain was rescued. You were the only medical officer on the away mission, putting you full in charge of the severely injured captain.

Kirk lay on the rocky land of the planet. Hills and rocks filled the landscape, making moving the Captain extremely difficult.

"The species has decided to leave us alone as long as we get off their planet as soon as possible. Our communicators aren't working but we will try to get them back up to gain contact with the ship." Spock announced, toying with a communicator in his hands. You looked up briefly, only to acknowledge, before gazing down at the bloodied captain.

"How..... Bad?" Kirk asked, coughing in between words. It was bad, deep wounds covered his body. Burns filled his back and chest, as well as his arms.

"Pretty bad Captain, but don't worry sir, I'll patch you up." You said, sighing a little as you looked at the scene in front of you. You were the only one that knew medical things, therefore you were alone in this. You didn't know a shred of anything about communicators, so it would be waste for you there.

"Don't call me... That..." Kirk said, having a coughing fit once he finished. "Jim. Call me Jim." He managed to stutter before once again having a coughing fit. He leaned his body to the side and threw up, only causing him to cough more.

When he finished, he laid back down on his back. "Okay.. Jim." You agree, beginning to bandage the wounds with extra strips of cloth. Jim winced, his attractive face distorting in pain.

"Thank you..." He muttered, coughs erupting from his body as he slowly drifted to sleep.

A week passed and no one had heard from the Enterprise or made contact. Jim was back on his feet, limping and sore, but up. Once he got to the ship he would need to go to sickbay immediately. Jim could barley walk twenty yards before getting out of breath from all the work it took.

The two of you had become increasingly close. You had to stay with him most of the days and nights, so if have you two time to talk. Over the week, both of you felt like you'd known each other a life time.

At night, when no one was around, you two would cuddle in a way. You would lay close to him and hold his arm, one without a lot of wounds, and put you head on his shoulder carefully. He would move in a comfortable position and try to hold your hand or arm, or even simply position his hand on your waist. It wasn't much, but it was amazing.

After two weeks stranded on the planet, you were all finally rescued. On the ship, in sickbay, Jim asked you out. You accepted.