a/n: Sequel to NO ONE FOR ME. I know that it's been a long while since I promised a sequel to No One For Me, but I watched Star Trek: Into Darkness movie tonight and I was re-inspired with this cross-over ark. Enjoy!

Spock tries to deal with the emotional hold that Nathan's memories have ver him, as the Doctor gains peace of mind for the first time.

Just You & Me
CHAPTER ONE

Though Spock was part Vulcan and part Human, his mind was sound. It was his most reliable aspect of his being. It was his mind that held all his thoughts, and knowledge, its where the logic in the world lies. It was also where his connection with Nathan Scott manifested. Wthout his mind, Spock would not be Spock, he would be someone else.

Memories are what make you, you.

This statement couldn't be a truer fact. No matter how many manifestations of yourself there are in the world, it's these certain characteristics of the mind that makes beings individuals.

Spock had a connection with Nathan like he had with no other. This kind of connection is the bonds of the sworn oath between coupled Vulcan. This was the connection that his father and deceased mother had, what drew them together. He was the keeper of Nathan's mind, ever since their compatible minds connected—when Spock had fully immersed himself into Nathan's mind...and ultimately his soul. He had dove into the core of who the other man essentially was.

When Nathan had finally awoken after he had allowed Spock to help him retrieve his lock away memories, the Vulcan could feel the pain and turmoil that the man was feeling. It had been his fault, he was the one that convinced Nathan that he wasn't who he was truly meant to be with out them. He needed to fix this, he was at fault. So he had melded again. He delved into the young Doctor's mind once more and took that Pearl of emotion that formed with the memories, and drew it into himself.

The effects were previously unknown, but were currently presenting themselves to the Vulcan as time after the absorption wore on.

The initial rush of emotion that the Commander experienced overwhelmed him, causing physical side effects, particularly weakness in his knees as his mind dealt with the overload of foreign emotion. But after a period of concentration, in which Nathan slept unencumbered, Spock processed the other man's emotional reaction to the recurring memories. He was able to box them up and stow them away in their own little section in his mind.

And as his mind meld with Nathan continued to solidify, the restraint to look those emotions were forgotten.

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Nathan found that even since he boarded the USS Enterprise that his life seemed to get all the more complicated. His childhood had been a traumatic one, but he had survived, by perseverance and belief and gumption—and sometimes but the roots of his teeth. All of those coming to the fore in his personality because of his first encounter with Leonard McCoy at fourteen.

He had given up hope by that time, but it had been renewed, his road in life opening up once more. Though he was slowly reaching his goal at the Starfleet Academy he had found himself flagging, but when he met Haley James, he was energized once more. When the love of his life had stolen away with another man, he thought about all those times in his life when he was thrown over this ledge that would only lead to darkness.

He didn't look back twice.

Every episode in his childhood had sculpted the man he was today. Strong willed, intelligent, perseverant, instinctual, willingness to move forward, unencumbered by past baggage. Memories of these events—given back to him by Commander Spock—made him the man he would be for the rest of his life. The half Vulcan had given this Doctor a new perspective on all those past events—gave him a way to no longer second guess himself, to feel bleak, to feel discouraged, to feel that anger under the surface, overwhelmed by anxiety and fear, loneliness, self blame. Spock gave him the courage it took to be himself, to accept who he was.

That's why Nathan was not going to let the worry of being completely melded with Spock to consume his every thought, to underline his ever action and reaction. He freed himself of the burden, almost like it was a physical piece of luggage. Of course, the weeks following his release from Leonard's Medical Custody, the two seemed to be rather busy with their workload, and had not the time to speak.

But even without speaking, it was silently agreed upon, it seemed, that this complete meld was kept between just the two of them. Except for the fact that McCoy and Captain Kirk found out that their minds were compatible when Spock had felt his sickness with the Yellow Fever—that was the only reason that Nathan was alive today. It was because of the fact that Spock and his minds were connected, even when Nathan didn't know at the time. So he did not fear the connection that he and the First Officer had.

"...an...?!"

Nathan shook his head and looked up from the display screen in front of him to find Leonard peering down at him as he leaned on the console with his hip, a quizzical look on his handsome face.

"Hey," Nathan greeted the other man, sitting back in the chair.

McCoy chuckled softly. "Is it that interesting?"

Nathan furrowed his brows. "Is what?"

"That," McCoy peered down at the screen, reading, "'The complete metamorphosis of the YF virus to the RBC and the WBC...' Why are you ready that?" He turned back to the fellow Doctor.

Nathan looked a little embarrassed as he said, "Just studying,"

McCoy shook his head in exasperation. "Is that all you ever do? You just work, and when you're not working, you're studying." Nathan started to protest. "If you keep this up, your going to burn out. Then what am I gonna do if I'm down a Doctor and there's a crisis? Either take a break, or I'm going to take you off duty,"

Nathan quickly zipped his lips. He knew perfectly well that it wasn't just an idle threat, Leonard really would take his off shift, and then a mark would go in his record. He couldn't stand having a black mark on his record, with such a ridiculous reason being because he liked to work too much, and he'd go crazy if he didn't have patient appointments to fill up his day.

McCoy smiled at him as he stood up. "Come on, I know just the thing!" He turned off the display and pulled Nathan up from the chair, and dragged him along.

Nathan had no choice but to follow as the Doctor put an arm around his shoulder, going the extra length to make sure that the man couldn't escape. It didn't matter about the fact that Leonard was a workaholic as much as he was.

He was grumping down at his feet when he really should of been watching where they were going, so he could at least prepare a semi-enthusiastic response. Serveral Officers were in the corridor with them, none rushing with work, but all leisurely. He wasn't sure he'd been this way before, though he might have, usually all the passageways looked similar. He saw a Blue Shirt crossing in the junction, and recognized the straight spine, dark hair, but most prominently, the pointed ears.

"Commander Spock?" Nathan called out before he could stop himself.

But the Commander had stopped before the Doctor called, had already started to turn as his mind felt the close proximity of his Melded Companion.

"Nathan," Spock said first, before he nodded to the other Doctor. "Dr. McCoy." As the pair stopped in front of him. He didn't need the Mind Meld between them to feel the anxiety coming from Nathan, his brow twitched indiscernibly at the man.

Nathan didn't need to see it, it was like he could feel the movement inside his head. Run While You Can. He tried to tell the Science Officer, whether the Vulcan heard or not, it was too late to know.

"Spock!" McCoy greeted the Commander with great enthusiasm. "You off Duty?"

"Yes,"

"Perfect," the Doctor got a sly look. "That mean's that you can joins us!"

Spock looked at Nathan once more, before he spoke. The man was warning him away for whatever reason, and what he was gathering from McCoy's look, the logic was sound. "I'm afraid that I cannot, Doctor. Though I am off-shift, I have to update the ship's log."

"That can wait, I'm sure." Leonard waved it off, with his free hand. "You can join Nathan and I."

"On the contrary—" Spock spied the gleam in his friend's eye, but it was too late. McCoy wrapped him free arm around the Vulcan's shoulder, securing him as firmly as Nathan. He continued walking, forcing both Officers along, to what destination, the pair were clueless.

Spock looked over McCoy's head at Nathan, who gave him a helpless one.

"Bones!"

McCoy pulled their small convoy to a stop as he waited for the only man who ever called him that, catch up. "Jim?" He asked.

"Hey," the Captain of the Enterprise panted lightly, his hands on his hips as he surveyed their little group. "Where you guys headed? Somewhere fun, I hope."

"You're just in time, Jim." McCoy grinned back at his friend. "We were just heading for the holoroom," he informed the man, giving his two companions' shoulders a squeeze.

"Sweet! Can I come? You know I'm always game for the holoroom," he seemed to share the gleam in the Doctor's eyes.

The two 'prisoners' were not encouraged as they continued to the holoroom, their Captain now in tow. Nathan and Spock were made first to enter the room, behind them, Kirk and McCoy, who made sure that there was a time lock of one hour on the door, ensuring that the two work encased Officers had an hour of R 'n' R.

"So, what's the plan?" Kirk asked, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"Ping-Pong." McCoy informed them, turning from the holo display by the door, as said Ping-Pong table materialized in the center of the room.

"Ping-Pong," Nathan repeated, but without much passion.

"Yes," Leonard told him. "Fun, yet competitive—so it's not boring."

"Explain, please." Spock inquired as to circular paddles appeared in McCoy and Kirk's hands as if solid.

"It's like table tennis," Kirk quickly outlined the game play.

"Intriguing," Spock said despite himself. "A physical battle with strategy and teamwork." He stepped to the opposite side of the net from Kirk and McCoy, his own paddle appearing in his hand.

That left Nathan, who had no other choice but to join the others, getting his own paddle.

"Don't worry, it'll be fun." Leonard assured.

"Let's just get this over with," Nathan muttered.

"Game match will be twenty," a small, hallow, white ball appeared in his free hand. "Alright," he bounced the ball off the table top a few times, as he and Kirk shared a determined look, already the two Senior Officers intending not to lose.

Nathan assumed the stance, the paddle out in front of himself, at the ready. Spock almost mirrored his stance. McCoy lightly tapped the ball, sending it over the net, it touch down and came at Nathan, he clapped it back, towards Kirk. Kirk's gaze locked in the ball, his lips parted as he prepared for the return, his arm drawn back. He slapped it back, the ball arching up, not bouncing off Nathan and Spock's side of the net, but instead sailing between the pair's heads. The ball flashed out of existence before it touched down on the floor.

1-0, team Nathan-Spock.

McCoy glared at his game partner. "What was that?"

"What! How do you expect to score when you treat the ball like an egg?!" Kirk demanded.

"The game just started! I was biding my time!"

"Whatever. Let's just get back into it."

The rest of the game was similar in manner. Kirk and McCoy had no teamwork cohesion at all. They got into each other's way, bumping into each other, taking each other's swings; Jim always seemed to put too much power behind his shots, and McCoy too little. Spock and Nathan were a complete opposite team; they were airtight. Their movements harmonized; they never got in the way of each other, they always knew who was going to hit which ball, and they never hit it too hard like Kirk. They even fainted; when the ball headed towards Nathan, it would be Spock that slapped the ball back with calculated accuracy, and likewise with Nathan, but his aim wasn't nearly as exact as the Vulcan's. In the end, it was 20-6, team Nathan-Spock.

McCoy and Kirk were sweating, glaring at each other. It had almost come to blows at a few times. Nathan and Spock silently waited for the two men to compose themselves.

"That was an excellent game," Spock responded, a triumphant look passing through his brown eyes.

Nathan couldn't help the smile as the Doctor and Captain turned the glares from each other to the other Doctor and Commander. The timer on the door beeped and disengaged.

"We had a great time," Nathan agreed as the table between them disappeared, the paddles along with it. "We should do it again." He wasn't sure he meant it, it was just something you say.

"Rematch!" Kirk declared, not ready to let it lie.

"Jim," McCoy sighed, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder and squeezed it. "It's over, brother, they won, fair and square."

"But—" McCoy shook his head and the Captain hung his in defeat.

"Come on, Spock, let's get out of here before they change their minds." Nathan told the Vulcan.

Spock nodded. They door closed behind the pair and they were left in the hall.

"I'll see you later, Commander." Nathan said as he turned back down the hall, but not before he lightly clapped the Vulcan on the back.

Spock stumbled a step forward, but not because the force behind Nathan's pat. Nathan's touch, it jarred something loose inside Spock, one of the Memories that he'd squared away.

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