You sat on a bio-bed, patiently waiting for Bones to move one of his little devices away from your face. You stole glances at what was supposed to be a calm Vulcan sitting down but instead sat a loopy lobster man poking at a little stuffed animal used to sooth kids during check-ups. You snorted, smirking.

Bones followed your gaze then turned back to you, shaking his head. "If he ever found out he was acting drunker than Scotty at Christmas, he'd resign faster than you can say "illogical"." You would have laughed but Spock was now sitting extremely still, his eyes glazed over and his mouth slightly gapped open. Your heart lurched at how pathetic he looked. He must be in so much pain.

He pulled the thing away from you and nodded. "You are good to go. Not a thing wrong with you."

You turned to Bones as he started to put things away. "But there is something wrong with Spock."

Bones turned, leaning against your bio-bed as he crossed his arms, looking at the poor Vulcan. "Yeah. He's experiencing an exponentially worsened form of heat exhaustion. I can't do anything for him until his heart rate drops and he quits behaving sporadically. As much as the guy gets on my every waking nerve, I would hate for him to flat line. Not in my med-bay." And on that happy note, the kind doctor turned to his office, leaving you with Spock.

You hopped off your bed and slowly walked up to him, not waking to spook him into a fit of any sort. He was staring at his hands, his eyes wide and brows pinched. You reached up and took one of his hands in yours, drawing his attention to you.

"Hey there."

"Hello, woman."

You let out a little chuckle. "How are you feeling?"

"With my hands, I suppose. The skin has amazing pain and pleasure receptors. Especially the lips."

You raised your brows. "So, your lips hurt?"

Spock shook his head like a little child, looking down at his hand in yours. "No," he whispered, "but my heart does."

You angled your head to peer into his face. "Your heart, Spock?"

He nodded again, his other hand tracing nonsensical patterns on your forearm. With pinched brows, you moved to sit next to him, your hands still connected.

"Why does your heart hurt?"

He let out a long sigh, almost like a deflating tire. "I fear the admiration I have for a particular woman," he moved his head enough to look up at you under his hanging bangs and through his lashes with a pointed look, "isn't nor ever will be reciprocated."

You were taken aback. Perhaps it's not surprising he is talking about his inner thoughts while in a drunken state. But you sure weren't expecting he would be talking about you if that look meant anything. You blinked and shook your head slightly.

"Well, what makes you think that?"

He let out a breath, vibrating his lips. "She makes fun of me. I bicker too but I don't mean it. She called me a lobster." Then he rolled his eyes, his shoulders sagging.

You suppressed a laugh. "You are quite red."

He nodded. "I would do it again if it meant being around her that long. Sleeping next to her was exhilarating."

Your heart leapt and a giggle bubbled in your chest. But you refrained from showing that his words affected you. You cleared your throat. "Have you told her how you felt?"

He shook his head, his hair moving with him. "No." his shoulders lifted then sagged as his hand relaxed in yours. "She would just laugh, putting pain to it."

Your heart dropped and you had to look down as tears burst though, falling silently down your cheeks. Never, in your life, did you think you would ever find a man who would go through sunshine and rain to be around you. But this man, this ridiculous Vulcan literally did and it took him being sick and loopy for you to realize how much he meant to you.

You sniffed, forgetting he was still next to you. His body stiffened and his head popped up.

"You are weeping. You don't need to weep for me."

You laughed lightly, a smile forming as you looked up at him. "I think it's time you got some rest." You stood, but his hand still grasped yours, holding you back from walking away.

"But you are crying. I'm sorry if I caused that. I tend to do that."

New tears sprung to your eyes but you blinked them away, shaking your head. "No Spock, it's not your fault. It's mine." You stepped up to him, gently pushing him down on the bed. "Rest. I will come see you in a little bit." You gave him a kind smile as you stroked his hair back, trying not to be surprised at how soft it felt.

He gave you a small nod, his eyes locked on you. You gave him one more smile before turning to go, but a nagging thought in the back of your mind stopped you. You bit your lip and shook your head.

He won't remember it after he gets better. Right?

Without further thought and while you were driven by excitement, you turned back to his bed to find his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in sleep. Gently, you placed a light, slightly lingering kiss on his still warm forehead. Then you quickly left, telling the nearest nurse to see to him before you ran back to your quarters where you sat on your bed, slightly in shock with yourself.

In fact, the whole conversation you just had with him was a bit shocking. But definitely enlightening. You gave time for your heart to calm down before you let your mind explore what he told you. He liked you. He liked being around you. He may have been drunkenly sick from that stupid sunburn that you made fun of, but he had no reason to lie. Besides, Vulcans don't lie, sun sick or not.

Three days passed before Spock started to act and feel himself again. And you couldn't help but feel ecstatic, his red skin turning back to light pink. You visited him as often as you could, ignoring Bones and his knowing looks. You rushed through the halls with a small gift in your hand after hearing from Bones that Spock was up and complaining about being stuck in bed for a little while longer. You couldn't help but smile as you practically skidded through the med-bay doors, the sound of Spock's slightly annoyed voice reaching your ears. You smiled wider.

"Doctor, I believe your lack of knowledge on the Vulcan immune system leads to your inability to understand that I am, in fact, improved."

"Spock, I didn't go to medical school, wasting away my pathetic life to have you gripe to me like a seven-year-old." You watched as Bones finished up a few scans before giving Spock a hypo, then turned to leave.

"I do not 'gripe'."

"Rest Spock." The doctor called over his shoulder as you walked up to Spock's bed.

You stood at the foot of his bed, your hands on your hips with a giddy smile on your lips. "So, how's life on this side of the ship this fine day."

Spock shifted in his spot, keeping his eyes averted. "I do not think this day to be in any variation of 'fine' nor do I know of the conditions of life here if I myself have been deprived of experiencing anything more than prepackaged meals and uncomfortable bed cloths."

You stifled a laugh as you pulled up a chair, keeping your hands in your lap, hiding the gift. "Well, the officer meetings and the Bridge aren't the same without you."

Spock glanced at you, a small glint of humor in his eyes. "I suppose that is to be expected, being that as I am the appointed first officer."

You nodded. "Quite. But you see, the good doctor just wants to make sure you are able to work to the best of your ability."

"One will not know unless I am released."

"True, it would be irresponsible to let you and your reputation to be sullied by your behavior here, as it were."

Spock paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on you. "If I had behaved irresponsibly I would hope those who I imagined had any respect for me and our friendship would tell me so. Or otherwise."

You relaxed your shoulders and let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Great. Then let me just go get the doctor and he can tell you. I'll see you first thing tomorrow!"

You bit back a smile and a laugh as you felt his arm reach out quickly, his hand gently grasping your wrist, almost like before.

"(Y/n), please. I hope I did not say anything worth reprimand."

You returned to your seat, keeping your gift hidden with one hand as you reached up to take his hand with your other one. You ignored the perfect fit of your hands and the tingling it was leaving up your arm.

"Spock, if you must know, I thoroughly enjoyed seeing you act like red faced Scotsman who downed one too many drinks. A drunk lobster as it may be."

He literally rolled his eyes. "Of course, you did. Please refrain from recounting the details. I believe we shall both benefit from the fact I do not remember a single thing until the instant I awoke just moments before you arrived."

Your teasing smile faltered slightly. "You don't remember the past three days? Not a thing?"

"Correct."

You nodded, not sure why you were so put off by the one thing you wished had happened. "Ah, well, in that case, we need not revisit it."

Spock raised a brow. "You are willing to let go a moment of teasing all for the sake of me keeping my innocence of the past few days. I am not sure which of those I fear most."

You laughed, your smile returning. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you."

Spock gave your hand in his, a gentle squeeze. "I have no doubt you will."

The two of you looked at each other for a few moments before you remembered what you brought with you. Another smile appeared but you could tell Spock was already on to you.

"But until then and as you spend one more terrible day here," you reached up with your other hand, handing him your gift, "I brought you a little something to liven up the place."

Spock took it, looking over it in his hands before glancing to you. "I am hesitant to ask but I assume this is-"

You nodded, laughing. "Your very own postcard! Look there, I drew it myself seeing as how the Enterprise has none of her own onboard." You pointed to your work of art, indicating two standing figures with their backs facing Spock as they stood close, looking out the Bridge main screen. "And I even added the words."

Spock cocked his head slightly as he read the words. "'Wish you were here, you lobster."

You busted out laughing hearing him say it out loud. "Now, you have to be sure to keep this with you anytime you leave the ship. Just in case."

Spock placed the card on his lap then reached out for one of your hands. "In case of what exactly?"

You shrugged a shoulder, a blush forming on your cheeks. "You know, something happens to you and you get stuck in the rain again but without me and forget me or something."

"You are not an easy person to forget (Y/n). You make sure of that."

Your shoulders sagged and you looked down slightly. "And for that I'm sorry. I guess you just bring that side out of me." You looked up at him and into his dark eyes. "I hope you can forgive me."

You were too distracted by the corner of his lips pulling up in a small smile to notice him pulling you close to him as he leaned forward.

"Perhaps I will if, in turn, you are willing to forgive me."

You gave him an odd look. "Why?"

"Because I lied. I seem to recall a kiss, one I plan on returning."

Before you register what he said or even say anything in return, he closed the distance between you, his once chapped lips softly pressed against yours. You instantly kissed back, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek as one of his hands held your neck. Your other entwined hands laid on his lap right on top of the postcard you knew he knew was the both of you.

Holy Hannah life sucks some times. Found out my first plans are now null and void so not only do I need to find a new job in a month but move out of state too....so forgive me if my updates are few and far between for the time being. Thank you all so much for your involvement and love and attention to this book, I appreciate it! I hope you are all doing well, keep your chin up and know I'm here for you if you need anything ;) Kisses!