IMPORTANT! CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN UPDATED AND REVAMPED... AGAIN 4/9/2015
I have gone through and fixed and added things to the story, nothing to change the plot, I just wanted to go in and give it more... something. I have been posting these chapters as skeletons to see if I enjoyed the story or not. So, now that I have figured out more where this is going I'm going to be posting more in depth chapters, and will hopefully be updating more often.

It was an ordinary day on the Enterprise, well maybe ordinary isn't the right word to use. There was nothing ordinary about any day on the Enterprise, but this seemed be close to what a 'normal' person would constitute as your uneventful, run of the mill, boring day. James T. Kirk, the Captain of the Enterprise sat in the captains chair leisurely skimming request reports that needed his signed approval. And let it be known that he was not lazy, and that he only skimmed them because they were one's sent to him by his Vulcan First Officer, which meant that anything requested for would be granted without hesitation. Yeah, he knew he was sucker for it, or at least for Spock.

Reading through the last request made by the Science Department for 50 eggs from an Arctic spider, - Ew, what in the world did Spock need those for? - Jim was somewhat startled by the voice of his Chief Engineer suddenly reverberating throughout the bridge. "Cargo bay to Captain Kirk."

"Yes, Mr. Scott." Jim pressed the link pretending he didn't just jump a couple inches out of his skin.

"Captain, we have a problem in the cargo bay."

Jim shifted in his seat, leaning closer to the link as if decreasing the distance he was from it would make everything more clear. "What is it, Scotty?"

"I can't explain, sir. You'll just have come down and see for yourself." Scotty's voice seemed uncharacteristically hesitant, the usual enthusiasm and confidence undetectable which gave Jim more cause to worry. Turning around, he shot a confused look to his First Officer, who was also expressing subtle signs of confusion. Jim felt inappropriately timed shot of warmth run through him, knowing he was most likely the only one to noticed and sense the Vulcan's perplexity. Expect for maybe, Uhura, of course.

"On my way." Jim stated, not breaking eye contact with Spock even as he cut off the connection with Scotty. "Mr. Sulu, you have the conn." He announced to his helmsman as he rose from his chair and made his way to the turbolift.

"Sir." Sulu nodded.

"Mr. Spock, come with me."

Jim had only been back on the Enterprise for three months after his bad case of 'decease' before they had the good fortune, or not so good fortune of encountering a Romulan ship called the Cathex. One that they unfortunately learned was once in league with that nasty bastard Nero. The ship was of their time, but the crew had obviously and unfortunately been informed of the destruction of Nero's Romulus, and the destruction of Nero himself. Which was apparently an outrage giving their desire to seek revenge on the ship responsible for Nero's demise.

It had been brutal and exhausting, parts of the Enterprise still dangled from their original placements, wires occasionally deciding to spit out sparks at the random passersby, but all and all they had come out fairing 72.74 percent better than the Cathex, at least that was what Spock had surmised.

"Jim?" Spock asked once the doors of the turbolift slid shut behind them.

"Yes, Mr. Spock?" Jim sighed, his arms crossed firmly over his chest, something Spock had come to recognize as one of Jim's physical displays of anger or agitation. A barricade between him and the outside world, and right now between him and Spock. He waited patiently for his captain to initiate eye contact, which he realized only after a short while Jim was refusing to do.

Spock internally sighed, wondering for the 267th time why his human bondmate was so illogical. "Ashaya, I understand your frustration-"

"Oh, you do, do you?" Jim cut him off suddenly. He laughed bitterly, fake and hollow to it's core. Spock hated it, he understood why Jim was upset with him, and he acknowledged that he crossed the boundaries of his duty as First Officer, but he was not going to apologize for wanting to keep his T'hy'la safe.

Quickly hitting the halt button on the turbolifts control panel, Spock turned to face his Captain. "Yes, I do. I understand that I may have crossed the line in my attempts to keep you from going forth with your plans-"

Jim scoffed, cutting his bondmate off again to Spock's extreme irritation. Turning, he faced his First Officer, his usually beautiful eyes scrunched up in disbelief and frustration. The deep crinkles in his forehead and beside his eyes familiar to Spock, reminding him of just how often they had this conversation. "May have crossed the line?" Jim demanded. "Spock, I am the Captain, and just because we are sleeping in the same bed and screwing every night does not mean or give you the right to disregard your place on this ship."

"That was not my intent-"

"I don't care what your intention was, Commander." Jim snapped. The use of Spock's title caused the Vulcan to immediately snap to attention. Pulling his hands tightly behind his back, looking as the ever in control Vulcan that Jim admitted, he kind of hated sometimes, especially when it was he who brought it out of him when they were alone. It scared him to think that one day he would say something that would cause his husband to completely shut down on him and never open up to him again. That he would always be unemotional and detached towards him because Jim was an ass.

Spock's body was rigidly straight and his eyes were focused on a spot just above Jim's shoulder as he spoke, his voice completely devoid of emotion. "Captain."

"It will not happen again, understood?"

"Yes sir." Spock nodded sharply and respectfully. Jim nodded and his shoulders relax slightly, which thankfully caused Spock to do the same. "I just worry for you, Jim." He whispered, his voice laced with concern. Jim was the only one who ever got to hear him speak with so much emotion, and he was usually the only subject that provoked it.

Jim's stern facial expression softened and his eyes melted from the hard cool, commanding stare he used while he was in Captain Kirk mode, to warm deep pools of blue. They were filled with love and remorse. Spock had the ability to break his heart so simply by just one tone of pain in his voice, or the drop of his eyes. It immediately made him feel overwhelming amounts of guilt for being so harsh. And he knew Spock didn't purposefully behave that way to provoke those sort of feelings in Jim. No, he would never manipulate the captain's emotions in such a way, he simply reacted that way out of sincere concern. Which was one of the reasons Jim could never stay mad at his Vulcan. No matter how much he wished to and no matter how much Spock needed to learn to not question him, especially in front of the entire bridge crew, Jim just couldn't maintain his anger, not when he knew ultimately all Spock wanted was for him to be safe.

The Captain sighed, not so much as giving in, because he really didn't have a choice or control over his emotions towards Spock, but more willingly letting them go without a fight. He uncrossed his arms and slid his hand down Spock's forearm until he reached his hand. Gripping the long, thin, elegant wrist, he slowly brought it up to his lips and pressed a soft gentle kiss to the palm of the pale hand.

Spock's eyes had followed the entire journey of Jim's hand, tracking it curiously and hopefully. He stared as his T'hy'la kissed the most sensitive part of his body, breath hitching and rising in pace, he began to feel his body heat and tingle as he watched those beloved, soft, plump lips press to his tender skin. It was Jim's way of apologizing, stating he understood and respected Spock's point of view. Though, Spock noted, it was not his agreement to change his reckless behavior and respect his life more.

"We better get down to cargo," Jim breathed in, his eyes still closed as he continued to hold Spock's hand to his lips. Each word he spoke caused the moistened flesh to caress Spock's hand, causing shiver's down the Vulcan's spine. Swallowing thickly and suppressing his obvious arousal, Spock nodded before hitting the button to continue their descend down to the cargo bay.

As they made their way over to the cargo lift Jim noticed that Scotty had also called, Leonard McCoy - Bones as Jim called him - the ships CMO down to get a look at whatever he had found aboard the Romulan ship. This development caused a spike of concern, and confusion to run surge through the captain. Feeling his bondmates emotional change, Spock glanced at him out the corner of his eye to see if any physical sign was shown, but there was none.

"Mr. Scott." Jim grinned, as they approached the enthusiastic engineer. "What do you got for me?"

"Captain," Scotty acknowledged his commanding officer with a nod. Jim saw Spock quirk an eyebrow when the Scotsman began to ring his hands together uncharacteristically. "As we were going through the enemy ship to check for any more Red Matter we came across something unusual, something that well…" Scotty drifted off as two of his men pushed a large object toward them.

"A cryotube?" Jim's eyes went wide. He had not been aware that he was placed into a cryotube during the altercation with Khan, but having been told all that occurred after his last breath, Jim's mind insisted on causing him distress, imagines of the day of his death flashed through his mind, making him gasp for air. The burning sensation of radiation filling his body and lungs ripped through him causing him to stumble back a bit as it was pushed towards him, trying to keep as much distance between the cryotube and himself as possible. Spock quickly braced himself behind his captain and held him tight, he could sense and feel every memory that Jim had been overtook by. Wanting to comfort him as subtly as possible he soothed and rubbed at the captain's sides, projecting calm and love through their bond.

The feeling of strong, familiar arms wrapped around his body, and warm love fill him completely, Jim regained control of himself. Sensing their captain's distress Scotty commanded the two engineers to keep the cryotube a few feet away from the group of men.

"Jim, you alright?" Bones asked, leaning in to look into Jim eyes, reaching for his ever presence tricoder.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Jim snapped, pushing himself up more onto his feet, and brushing his friend off of him. He was only moderately to extremely embarrassed at losing his cool and having to have is husband catch him before he fell on his ass.

"The thing is, Captain," Scotty said grimly, ignoring the scene that had just occurred, to which Jim was eternally grateful for. "We think we know who's inside."

"Who?" Jim asked taking a step closer, morbid curiosity getting the better of him, but he was cut off by McCoy before being able to take another step.

"Jim." McCoy said in a hesitant voice. He obviously knew already who or what was in that tube, unlike a Vulcan, Bones displayed everything he felt on face. He was apprehensive, for what Jim didn't know and it was beginning to irritate him.

"Bones." Jim replied as more of a warning than a question. He was the captain dammit and this was his job. Why McCoy as decided to turn into an Anxious Annie he didn't know, and he never would know if he continued to stand in Jim's way! Sighing, McCoy eventually relented after what looked like a serious internal debate. As he moved out of the way Jim began to move closer, finally seeing who was being housed inside the tube.

"Is that?" Jim jumped, looking wide-eyed at his best friend. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, it wasn't possible, it couldn't be real, he was hallucinating. Maybe he hadn't totally gotten his head after that freak out he just had? Yeah that had to be it because no other explanation would make sense.

He was convinced Bones' reply would be the complete opposite of what Jim thought he saw. He would explain that it wasn't who he thought and was just someone who looked extremely similar to him or that was going insane, or that he needed his eyes checked and then drag him down to Medbay. But because the world is cruel and likes to fuck with Jim Kirk's head that's not what he got when his best friend finally spoke, "Yes, that is Lieutenant Commander, George Kirk."