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The Way to Man's Heart is Through his Stomach	By : Clarissa_Eden Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 3301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Seven Weeks Later
Jim groaned as he was dragged from sleep by a sound that defiantly hadn't been a part of his dream. Bleary eyed, he looked around his quarters trying to identify the source of the persistent buzzing. Spotting the red flashing light that was adjacent to his bed, and part of the ship wide com's system, Jim just groaned again wanting very much to bury his head under the pillow and ignore it.
'This better be something very fucking important!' Jim thought as he forced himself to sit on the edge of the bed, and activate the system to accept the incoming call.
"What?" Jim snapped as Bones' image appeared on the monitor. "The ship better be in danger, or I swear to God I'm gonna kill you."
"You know, I don't relish these late night call either Jim!" The CMO smirked as he took in Jim's appearance. It was obvious he'd just roused his friend from the middle of a REM cycle just by the dishevelled appearance of Jim alone. "But you did insist that I call you down when Lizzie goes into labour."
That had caught Jim's attention. "She's in labour?" He asked as his head shot up, suddenly awake.
"I don't know for sure, Spock called and he's bringing her down to the medical bay as we speak." Bones smirked at the visible difference in Jim, who was now scrambling around looking for a shirt, and hopefully some pants.
"I'll be right down!" Jim exclaimed, even though it sounded muffled as be pulled a t-shirt over his head. And running out the door, called over his shoulder, "Don't start without me!"
Bones ended the call shaking his head at Jim antics.
"You know, you'd think it was his baby that was going to be born." Christine commented smiling lightly as she lingered in the doorway of the office. "Come to think of it, I think the Captain would be a good father."
Bones made a noise of disagreement that sounded rather like a trapped bee. "He's good with kids. But he'd be a terrible disciplinarian. And would we really want a horde of miniature James Kirks' running around this ship? I don't think so. It'd be chaos."
Christine chuckled at her commanding officer's cynicism. "You never know Doctor; it could be the making of him. Look how your nephew had affected Commander Spock."
Bones grumbled again. "Regardless, the day that James T. Kirk chooses to reproduce will be a dark day for us all. It'll be the end of life as we know it."

Elizabeth let out a small shriek of surprise as Jim came flying through the door, half dressed in what appeared to be a back to front T-shirt and boxer shorts with reindeer embossed all over them.
"Did I miss anything?" The dishevelled Captain asked leaning on the wall for support as he tried to catch his breath, his hands on his bare knees. The entire rooms focus was upon him as he panted and gasped.
"There's nothing to miss Jim." Bones told him after clearing his throat and stepping away from his sister. "It was a false alarm."
"What?" Jim gasped, peering up at Elizabeth who was clearly amused by what she was seeing.
"It was a false labour Jim; it happened quite a lot when I was pregnant with Caleb." Elizabeth informed her friend as she sung her logs over the side of the table, and took Spock's hand in her own for help to get down. "Thank you Sweetie."
Said Vulcan nodded to his wife before turning and just looking down at Jim with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, about that Lizzie. Firstly you neglected to mention previous false labour to me." Bones commented as he turned to his baby sister. "And secondly, false labour can be brought on by stress. You've no been listening to me about taking appropriate rest have you?"
"Oh for goodness sake Leo. Do you really think I would mention something like previous false labours to you? That was just handing you ammunition to force me into bed rest." Elizabeth snapped at her brother, as she moved over to him slowly in an attempt to reach the door. "Also, the occasional false labour is to be expected with a birth like this one."
"What?" Jim asked, holding up his hand and still sounding somewhat breathy. "This could happen again?"
"Yea, of course it can. I went into false labour three times before Caleb was born." Elizabeth shrugged moving around Jim who was partially blocking her path. "Although with Caleb, my body was more considerate about the time of day. Now if you'll excuse me, we need to go and rescue Pavel. We left him with Caleb after a rather abrupt call asking for his services."

The Next Day, (well, later that day)
After his midnight excursion in the early hours, Jim hadn't been able to get back to sleep. And so he sat in his chair on the bridge, leaning heavily on the arm rest with slightly glazed over eyes.
"Captain?" Nyota called from across the bridge, frowning when she didn't get an immediate response. So she tried again with a more forceful tone. "Captain!"
Still nothing.
At least there was still no response from Jim, the rest of the bridge crew however were starting to tune in. Rolling her eyes and sighing in a long suffering way, Nyota got to her feet and moved over to Jim and shook him gently. Now that she was closer to him, it was obvious that he was exhausted. She knew about what had happened in the early hours, she'd been chatting to Elizabeth that morning over tea. It was really rather sweet that Jim cared enough to want to be there for the birth.
"Captain?" She tried again, shaking him with some more force. "James!"
"Hmm? Wha'?" Jim snapped out of it, gazing around the room before his eyes landed on Nyota.
"Captain, I think it's time you go and get some rest." She suggested quietly, forgetting about her earlier enquiry, it didn't really matter all that much. "Mr Sulu can take the Con for a while, until Commander Spock reaches the bridge. I've already taken the liberty of calling him here sir."
Jim coughed and shifted in his chair, sitting up a bit more. "No, no, I'm fine." He informed her, suppressing a yawn. "There was no need to call Spock."
"You were just practically asleep." Nyota replied in a sardonic tone.
Jim blanched and his eyes grew wide. "Erm, I was just resting my eyes?" He tried.
"No dice Sir. Go, and make sure you actually sleep." She give him a soft smile, one that reached her eyes, before hitting him with the ultimatum. "Go, or I'll call Dr McCoy."
"Fine, fine I'll go. Sulu you have the Con." Jim relented, forcing himself to his feet, before mumbling to himself more than anyone else, "I'm not having Bones stick me with anything, not after last time."
The doors of the bridge hissed behind him as he left. Moving around had cause Jim to wake up slightly. Running a hand through his hair, Jim supressed another yawn as various members of his crew passed by him, most taking note of the appearance of their Captain, and a few showing obvious signs of concern for him. Jim was so focused on getting back to his quarters, he didn't really notice when Bones fell into step beside him. Causing Jim to jump out of his skin when Bones spoke to him.
"Tired?"
"For God sake Bones, where the hell did you come from?"
"Uhura called me." Bones informed him. "Said something about you being dead on your feet."
"Damn it Nyota!" Jim cursed under his breath. "Look, Bones I'm fine. Just didn't get much sleep last night. But then again, you know that already."
"Bullshit Jim. You haven't been right for about a week. Tell me what's goin' on."
"Will I be telling you as a friend or patient?" Jim quipped, partly out of wanting to avoid the question.
"Friend. Now come on, spill it."
Sighing, Jim ran a hand through his hair and over his face. "Look Bones, I know Lizzie's your sister, and that with you looking after her she'll be just fine. But I can't help but worry. There's only a handful of kids been born out here, and speaking from experience, it's problematic."
"You're worried about the kid being like you?" Bones asked, not all too sure what Jim was getting at. "Jim your birth was textbook; there weren't any complications despite your mother being moved in the middle of delivery."
"Ok, do you have any idea how weird it is that you know that?" Jim asked his best friend, sending him a sideways glance.
"Hey, you're the one that brought up the born in space thing. Anyway it's on your file, don't flatter yourself by thinking I went out of my way to find that information about you. There are something's that even I don't need to know, but given the circumstances Lizzie is in, I had to read up." Bones nudged Jim in a joking manor.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night Bones." Jim smirked, nudging him back. "Anyway, that's not what I meant. Look what happened when I was born, my father was the first officer and ended up dying and he never got to see me or hold me. Spock is my first officer."
A look of realisation crossed over Bones' face. "Jim, look, what happened to your family was a tragedy. But the odds are against anything happening like that again. Think of it this way. We're due to dock at space station in the next few days. The chances are the Lizzie won't deliver until then. Call for an extended shore leave. Get Scotty to do a complete overall on the engines or something. Create a reason to stay there longer if it's bothering you this much. The ship and crew need you firing on all cylinders, we can't have you worried and distracted about things that are beyond our control."
Jim sighed again, he was felt like he was getting old having to deal with all of this. But he knew in his heart of hearts, that he wouldn't be happy anywhere else. "That's a good idea Bones. I'll have a word with Scotty about it."
Jim started walking in the direction of the fasted route to engineering.
"Jim, bed now, Scotty later." Bones demanded. "If you need something to help, I have a new vaccine."
"No!" Jim exclaimed shrinking away from his friend. "I'll manage on my own, you're not giving me anything!"
Bones couldn't help but smile and laugh, "Fine, but go see Lizzie. She has our Grandma's cure for a deep sleep. It'll knock you on your ass for a good few hours."
"Fine I'll do that then; you just stay away from me, and keep your hands where I can see them." Jim relinquished, backing down the hall way facing Bones until he was around the corner.
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