I decided to post this here as well as on LJ because my friend Rachel really wanted me to write this fic. I'm a sucker for kid fics so after some urging from my friend I decided to give it a shot.

I don't own Star Trek or anything associated with Star Trek: I kind of own the planet that they investigate, but I'm not putting many details about said planet in the fic so it's no big thing. Oh but I do own the ensigns Cane and Williams. :D

I really hope you enjoy my fic and I'd be really grateful if you reviewed.

In retrospect, perhaps it had not been the smartest idea to let Jim Kirk beam down to an alien planet without Dr. McCoy or Spock himself.

Spock had been under the impression that Lt. Sulu accompanied by ensigns Williams and Cane would have been a sufficient guard for the Captain. It seemed however, that Spock had forgotten a major factor in his equation.

James T. Kirk had a bizarre and unprecedented way of getting into trouble regardless of the situation.

Spock paid little attention to the flutterings of Dr. McCoy and focused solely on his miniature sized Captain. While on the unfamiliar planet, Jim had deemed it necessary to ingest water from a stream not far from where he beamed down. Why Jim failed thinking before acting was a mystery to Spock seeing as how Jim's actions often ended in calamity of some sort.

Round blue eyes looked up at Spock then quickly looked down at the cold Sick Bay floor as Dr. McCoy scanned Jim and grumbled under his breath. His golden hair moved with every twitch Jim made. Spock was slightly surprised at Jim's shy demeanor considering his vivaciousness as an adult. He noticed the way Jim tensed quickly before relaxing into McCoy's touch. He felt his lips settle into a subtle frown with each second Jim remained silent.

McCoy took a step away from Jim and looked at Spock before jerking his head to the side indicating they needed to talk.

Spock followed McCoy and they stopped a few feet from where young Jim sat and Spock watched as Jim's shoulders hunched and he closed his eyes. Spock found he did not like Jim's posture or attitude: It was unsettling.

"It's the damndest thing Spock, he's completely healthy." McCoy said once he had Spock's full attention.

"How is that possible Doctor? He is a child when less than 1.3 hours ago he was a grown man." Spock said his own mind whirling away at the medical oddity of Jim's latest illness.

"Hell if I know Spock. All I can tell you is physically, he's a perfectly healthy six-year-old boy. I need someone to beam back down and get a sample of that water he drank. I'll be the answer's in that." McCoy replied sparing a glance at Jim who was now kicking his feet lightly in boredom.

"I believe Ensign Cane is analyzing the sample as we speak." Spock assured the doctor who nodded.

They both watched Jim attempt to relax in an unfamiliar environment until Spock broke the silence.

"Doctor, do you know why the Captain is…" McCoy interrupted Spock quickly, "Quiet? Withdrawn? Acting like a frightened animal? Yeah, I have an idea Spock and it's not a pleasant one."

Spock's frown deepened as he waited for McCoy to continue.

"Growing up, Jim didn't have the kind of parental support that most of us had. His mom was always off planet and apparently when she was actually around she avoided Jim. His step-dad Frank… now he was a nasty character." McCoy paused to look over at Jim once more, an action neither of them could resist doing.

"You have to understand Spock, Jim had a rough childhood and I had one hell of a time getting him to talk about it. Alcohol is the only thing that loosens his tongue enough to even mention his mother or Frank. As a child, Jim was starved for affection and as far as I can tell his mental state has reverted back to how it was when he was a young boy."

Spock listened to McCoy's words, but had difficulty accepting the fact his lively and tactile Captain was mistreated as a child.

"He's going to need our help Spock." McCoy said catching Spock's attention rather quickly.

"How so Doctor?" Spock asked curious.

McCoy scowled. "Dammit you unfeeling machine, I just told you Jim was emotionally starved and you dare ask me how he's going to need our help?" McCoy hissed, his eyes alight with a fire Spock often saw when the man was agitated.

"Jim is going to need us, along with the crew, to give him that affection he craves. You can't raise a child without care and compassion Spock. Even you had a human mother who surely exposed you to healthy styles of parenting!"

Spock's mind quickly flashed to the warm arms of his mother as she would embrace him. He heard her kind and supportive words and felt something akin to horror as he realized the young boy sitting on the biobed did not know of such comfort. If McCoy was correct, and he often was, Spock was going to have to devote time to helping Jim realize just how much he had come to mean to him, and the crew.

"I see what you mean Doctor and I must agree. If the Captain is to remain a child for any length of time, it is our job to attend to both his physical and emotional needs to ensure his health." Spock said with a newfound determination. He walked away from McCoy and slowly approached Jim.

Blue eyes looked up at him and Spock felt his stare soften as he offered Jim a hand.

"Would you like to explore the ship Jim?" Spock asked and waited patiently as Jim's eyes darted from Spock's face to his outstretched hand. Spock watched in amusement as Jim cocked his head to the left quickly and knew it must have shown on his lips for Jim shyly smiled back and took Spock's hand quickly before Spock could change his mind.

Spock grasped Jim's hand in his and then pulled Jim up to balance on his narrow hip. Jim immediately wrapped his arms around Spock's neck and his legs around his hips as if afraid he would fall, but Spock's strong arm circled Jim's waist and held him securely against his side. Jim was tense and Spock let him adjust himself until he eventually melted into Spock's frame and rested his head against Spock's chest.

Spock could recall his mother holding him similarly and knew what a comfort the contact provided.

McCoy watched in utter bemusement as Jim snuggled closer into Spock's warm body.

Spock turned to address him, "Seeing as how I am First Officer, I see no reason as to why I cannot look after Jim while I am not on shift. When I am on shift I shall send him here where you can watch him or perhaps he can spend time with others in the crew I deem responsible enough to handle a child. I suspect this is acceptable with you Doctor?" Spock believed it would be beneficial if he took McCoy's expertise into consideration seeing as how close he and Jim normally were.

"Yeah that sounds good Spock. If you could have Ensign Cane check in with me once he's done running analysis on that water that'd be ever better," McCoy replied and Spock nodded swiftly before exiting Sick Bay to show Jim around his ship.

McCoy shook his head in pure disbelief before returning to his office where a bottle of brandy awaited him.
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Spock walked at a steady pace and watched Jim remove his face from his chest to look around. His eyes seemed to light up as he continued to the lift where he would take Jim to his quarters.

Once in the lift Jim swallowed then spoke.

"How do you know my name?" His voice came out quietly and almost hesitant. Spock paused before answering his question. "I am your friend Jim, that is how," he replied satisfied with his answer. He did not wish to introduce the concept of de-aging to the young boy. It was unlikely he would receive the idea well therefore it was best to treat him as a young boy and not the famous Captain of the USS Enterprise.

"Oh, you're my friend?" Jim asked disbelieving. Spock regarded the boy in his arms with tender eyes and nodded. "Yes Jim, I am your friend and you are mine."

Jim seemed to digest this information before asking Spock another question.

"If we are friends how come I don't remember you?"

Spock turned to face the lift doors and after announcing their destination he carefully created an answer that was not a lie, but at the same time did not admit the whole truth. It was something Jim once said he was quite good at.

"You had an accident therefore your memory has temporarily been lost." Spock said carefully hoping his words would not shock Jim.

Jim reflected over this new information. "Will I get better?" he asked almost scared of what Spock would say.

Spock sincerely hoped so, but he could not say with absolute guarantee that what had happened to Jim would reverse itself so he settled on something he believed would soothe Jim's worries for now.

"Dr. McCoy is a skilled Doctor who has saved many lives therefore I am confident in his ability to determine the course of action that will lead to your recovery."

Jim briefly recalled the Doctor who spoke in gentle tones to him when he was brought into the cold room and smiled. He was funny and ruffled Jim's hair so he was sure he would be okay if both of them said he would.

Spock was pleased to see his answer had pacified Jim and quickly stepped out of the lift and headed to his quarters. He would have to address the entire ship as well as procure a bed for Jim. Since his shift had ended when Jim had been transported back to the ship, he would have time to feed both Jim and himself before attempting to get Jim to sleep. He had no experience with children, but he was not completely ignorant when it came to the subject of childcare.

He entered the code to his quarters swiftly and entered.

Jim began to squirm in his arms as the heat from Spock's room made him uncomfortable and Spock immediately ordered the computer to lower the temperature to something suitable for Jim.

Spock bent down and gently placed Jim down on the bed and turned to com for assistance when Jim immediately looked up in horror.

"Wait!" he cried and Spock immediately turned back to Jim, his eyes wide as he searched for a reason for alarm.

"I don't know your name!" Jim exclaimed as if it were the most dire situation he had come to known. Spock resisted the urge to role his eyes but felt his lips twitch upwards as Jim hopped off the bed and approached him.

"If we're friends I have to know your name." Jim explained and Spock began to see a bit of liveliness in Jim's blue eyes.

"My name is Spock," he replied and Jim smiled.

"Spock… Spock…" Jim repeated, familiarizing himself with the alien name.

Satisfied that he had pronounced the name correctly, Jim went back to Spock's bed and Spock turned in time for his door to chime at him.

The door slid open and Uhura greeted Spock with a small smile and a bag in her arms. Spock stepped aside to let her in, but she shook her head no. Spock quirked his eyebrow and Uhura laughed quietly.

"I just spoke with McCoy and he told me to inform you that the effects of the water should wear off in a few days to a week. Also, most of the crew already knows of our Captain's condition, so by tomorrow's Alpha shift everyone will know. A few of us have also been clued on to the Captains… emotional condition so I think it's best if he warms up to you before we force more strangers on him." Uhura explained and Spock saw the logic in her refusal to enter his quarters.

Though they had terminated their romantic relationship, their friendship continued on strong.

"I also managed to find a futon for either you or the Captain to rest on and by tomorrow I should have some more clothes for him. I can't imagine he likes those rags McCoy managed to piece together for him." Uhura chuckled at the end of her sentence and handed Spock the futon.

"Indeed, new apparel is desirable." Spock agreed as he saw Jim fidget with his scrub-like shirt. Uhura smiled at Spock and took a quick peek at Jim before stepping away from Spock's door.

"I'll see you both later Spock. Maybe you can even bring him to the bridge that way he can get acquainted with Sulu, Chekov and myself." Uhura suggested and Spock found himself open to her suggestion.

"Perhaps if Jim is not adverse to it, I will bring Jim to the bridge and he can remain with me during shift after we have eaten." Spock agreed and Uhura's smile grew.

"Goodnight Spock," she said and Spock returned the sentiment before turning to see Jim sitting patiently on the bed. Once the door slid shut, Jim looked at Spock.

"I'm tired," he said quietly but Spock could detect hesitance in his admittance.

"You have had a trying day, sleep would be most beneficial to you." Spock said and he watched Jim duck his head quickly reverting back to his shy self. Spock frowned: That simply would not do.

"What troubles you Jim?" Spock asked taking a seat next to Jim on his bed. Jim melted into Spock's side and he buried his face in Spock's chest once more. "I have nightmares when I sleep and since Sam isn't here he can't play my favorite song that makes me feel better." Jim mumbled and began to shake as if he were crying.

Spock tried to push away his mild panic at Jim's sudden shift in behavior and pulled Jim all the way into his lap like his mother use to and rubbed a hand up and down his back in a rhythmic movement that often calmed him down when he was young.

"Perhaps I can be of assistance." Spock said once Jim's tremors subsided. Jim looked up confused and Spock felt himself drowning as he often did in Jim's magnificent blue eyes.

"How?" Jim asked curious.

"If you are able to tell me the song that gives you comfort, I can attempt to sing it to you." Spock replied softly. Jim's eyes widened, "You would do that for me?" he asked in awe. Spock's heart figuratively melted as Jim looked at him with something close to wonder in his eyes.

Spock nodded, finding he could not speak. Spock could see a part of older Jim in young Jim's face when he smiled wide and his mood lightened considerably.

"Sam said the song was called 'You Are My Sunshine' when I asked him about it last time. He wasn't a very good singer though, but I'll be you are Spock!" Jim said excitedly as Spock's eyes widened in recognition. That was a song he was quite familiar with for it was a song his mother would sing to him on nights he was unable to meditate or sleep. It had been a long time since he had heard it, but with an eidetic memory it did not take long for Spock to recall the lyrics.

"Wait!" Kirk said before Spock could open his mouth to begin singing. Spock felt Jim pull him towards the head of the bed and watched as he pushed the covers down. Jim waited for Spock to sit next to him before he leaned down to cover them both up. Then Jim proceeded to lay on Spock's chest and looked up expectantly for his song.

Spock was shocked beyond words for this was not how he pictured the sleeping situation to unfold, but once he saw Jim had clenched a fistful of Spock's shirt he knew he could not move from this spot. Gathering himself, Spock recalled the lyrics from his childhood and quietly sang to the boy in his arms.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away

Spock felt Jim go limp against him and it wasn't surprising that Jim had succumbed to sleep so easily. Spock could feel Jim breathe in and out contently and quickly managed to divest himself of his boots so he would not have to leave the bed. He felt no compulsion to leave Jim and adjusted himself to where he was completely flat on his back and Jim was securely curled against him. Spock wrapped his right arm around Jim and smiled briefly as the boy snuggled closer into Spock's warm body.

Although Vulcan's require little sleep, Spock found that due to the events of the day that he was indeed tired. Soon the sounds of Jim's breaths faded into silence as Spock fell into sleep's warm embrace quickly and without hesitation.

*squeal*

I love writing this so much, I'm so glad my friend Rachel urged me to do it. I enjoy writing Spock and his interactions with a young Jim. I'm going to try and update as soon as possible, most likely tomorrow. I can't see this having more than three chapters therefore the story should be done by Monday at the latest.

Again, I hope you enjoy it so far and your reviews are much appreciated.

LL&P