Here it is! The sequel! I know the title is kinda lame considering I just changed one word but oh well. Enjoy :)

As soon as he felt the thin, rough blankets of a biobed underneath him, Jim knew he was in trouble. Bones was going to be so mad at him. He'd gone and gotten himself stabbed by a giant carnivorous plant. Again!

As he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes just yet, he formulated his apology in his head. "Look, Bones, I'm sorry! It's not like I try to get mortally wounded every five seconds!" But Jim knew that words weren't going to be enough. There was going to have to be 'sorry I got hurt' sex. Yes, decided Jim, there was going to be awesome sex.

After a few more seconds of enjoying pretending to be asleep, the captain opened his eyes. He had been expecting to see the harsh lights of sickbay over him but was pleasantly surprised when instead he saw the deep brown eyes of his Vulcan lover bending over him. "Spock," he tried to say, but it came out as only a strained whisper. The brown eyes turned sorrowful quickly.

Desperate to get closer to the other man, Jim tried sitting up in bed only to be stopped by a sharp pain shooting through his chest and down into his abdomen. Immediately he laid back down with Spock's warm hands guiding him.

When he pushed the blankets off of himself, Jim winced as he found his whole midsection heavily bandaged. The damage must have been worse than he thought.

The Vulcan's hands reached down and pulled the blankets back over his injured lover. "Jim," he whispered reverently. Spock placed his hand on Jim's cheek and caressed it lovingly. Jim closed his eyes and nuzzled into the touch. The warm hand moved up the side of Jim's face to briefly touch the psi points; Spock needed to feel Jim's mind to be assured that the human was really safe and alive.

Jim reassured Spock by thinking the most loving thoughts he could but that didn't prevent Spock from picking up on the intense pain that was wracking the human's weakened body. Having had enough of the pain, Spock moved his deft fingers back down Jim's face, tracing his jaw and then going up to his chapped lips.

The captain tenderly brushed his lips against the fingers that were ghosting over him. He continued gently kissing Spock's fingers as he looked up into the Vulcan's eyes. Spock looked uncharacteristically vulnerable from all of the raw concern written all over his face. That look broke Jim's heart and he opened his mouth slightly to run his tongue over Spock's knuckle and gnaw on it gently. A pleasurable shiver went down the Vulcan's spine, causing Jim to grin. Then he realized something was wrong. "Hey, Spock," he said quietly against the other man's finger.

"T'hy'la?"

"Where's Bones?"

Spock looked hesitant and for a moment Jim grew concerned. "Leonard is not coping well with your injuries."

A grimace came over Jim's handsome features. "Go get him," he said quietly.

Spock nodded, squeezed Jim's hand once and went off to find Leonard. He knew right where the doctor would be. The door to his office was unlocked so Spock went in. It was dark but he could see well enough to make his way to Leonard who was sitting on the ground, leaning against his desk, knees pulled to his chest.

"Leonard?" Spock asked. The Vulcan took the doctor's silence as a sign that it was okay to sit down next to him. Once he was settled on the ground, Spock took McCoy's hand and held it comfortingly.

Soon Leonard was composed enough to speak. "That was too close, Spock, that was too damn close."

"I know, Leonard," he agreed gently.

"We really could have lost him this time. He flat-lined. We revived him but I freaked out; I almost lost it," ashamed and still shaken, the doctor buried his face in his hand.

"He was dead, Spock. He died today," McCoy emphasized, only making himself even more upset. Spock wrapped his arms around Leonard and let him shake and sob. "I don't think I'm fit to operate on him anymore," he admitted. "I'm too emotionally invested in him. In you. In this relationship. But also I'm the best surgeon on this ship! I don't know if I can stand to let someone else operate on him."

"T'hy'la, as difficult as it may be, you must learn to trust the other doctors. As good of a surgeon as you are, you cannot be your best when you are emotionally compromised. And I know you would never forgive yourself if you allowed harm to come to Jim or me because you made an irrational decision."

McCoy sighed and rested his head against Spock's shoulder. "You're right, darlin'. And I wouldn't really mind never having to see yours or Jim's guts again. It hurts too much to see you like that."

Spock felt a twinge of impatience in the back of his mind, no doubt from Jim. They weren't bonded but there was definitely a link forming between the three.

"Jim wishes to see you. He is getting impatient," Spock informed him.

Leonard allowed himself a small chuckle. "Of course he is."

The two walked out of Leonard's office and over to Jim's bedside. "Hey, Bones," Jim smiled weakly.

Upon realizing that if Jim was dead no one would ever call him 'Bones' again, Leonard's eyes filled with tears. He hadn't realized how much he loved Jim's affectionate nick-name for him. "Jim. Don't you ever scare me like that again!" the reprimanding tone in the doctor's voice was lost as he tried not to cry.

"I'm sorry, baby. You know I can't help it."

"Yes you can! You gotta start being more careful! You know Spock and I couldn't stand to lose you!"

"I know, I know. I'll try to be more careful! I really will!" Jim promised.

Bones nodded and tried to relax. That promise was really all he could ask of Jim so he might as well be happy that he got it.

"Come 'ere, Bones," said Jim, seeing that the doctor was still visibly upset. "I'm not going anywhere." Jim took Leonard's hands in his and looked him in the eyes. "I'm always fine. You and your team always manage to save me somehow and I know that as long as you and Spock are here I'll be okay."

"Jim, you cannot know this. You must not put so much faith in our medical team's ability to heal you. You are mortal," said Spock plainly.

"As long as you're with me I won't die," the captain insisted.

"Why not?" Bones furrowed his brow.

Jim looked down as if the sheets of his bed were suddenly very interesting. "Ambassador Spock told me that his Jim always knew he would die alone and he did. And I guess I've always known that too. I couldn't have died today because I was never alone."

"…So all we have to do is glue ourselves to your side and you'll live forever?" McCoy asked skeptically.

Jim shook his head. "I will die, Bones. But not today. Not any time soon." The captain pressed his first two fingers to the doctor's.

"You Vulcan kissin' me?" he chuckled.

"Got a problem with that?" Jim grinned.

"Not at all." Leonard gave into the temptation to lean down and kiss the man in the biobed. "You need some more rest," he said as he pulled away.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired."

"That's the painkillers working. You're going to have to take it easy for a week or two so just go to sleep," the doctor instructed.

"Don't I get to come back to bed with you tonight?"

"No way in hell you are leaving this sickbay," Bones put his foot down right away.

"Leonard is right. For your own health you must stay here."

"But you know I can't sleep without you."

"We will remain here, beloved, as we also cannot sleep without you," said Spock.

Jim looked on either side of him. "I don't really think there's enough room for all of us in my biobed."

"Of course there isn't! There's no one else around so Spock and I'll sleep in the next bed over so we'll be right here if you need us," Bones assured him.

Jim knew it was the best he was gonna get but he sighed unhappily anyways. "Fine."

A few minutes later, Spock and Bones returned to sickbay in their pajamas with extra blankets for Spock's sake.

"You gonna be okay, honey?" Leonard asked as he looked over Jim's vitals one last time.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I love you guys."

"As we love you," Spock assured him.

"Goodnight, Jim."

"Goodnight, t'hy'la."

Spock and Bones both kissed him softly before the doctor gave Jim another dose of painkillers, causing the captain to slip into a drug induced stupor. But just as sleep was about to overtake him, he remembered something important.

"Spock! Bones!" he suddenly called out.

"What's wrong?" "What is it, t'hy'la?" His lovers asked in unison from where they were getting into the bed just to the left of Jim's.

"Today's still Wednesday right? I didn't miss our six month anniversary?"

"No, beloved, you have not missed our anniversary," Spock assured him gently.

"Good, good," Jim started to drift off once again but he had one more thing to say. "Oh, and guys?"

"Yeah, hun?" asked Bones who was now in the bed, straddling Spock.

"Don't have too much sex without me. It's bad enough I'm hurt and I have to sleep way over here."

"My sincere apologies, Jim, but I am afraid I am in no position to make any such guarantees," said Spock with a mischievous edge in his voice.

McCoy smirked down at his half Vulcan lover. "We'll make it up to you later, Jim, I promise."

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P.S. I named this chapter after the song The Nowhere Man by the Veils. This is not a songfic but that song was my inspiration for this chapter so I decided to give it some credit :)