A/N: So I lied about having this chapter up quickly, but hey, I'm only human. Plus I have a lot of school stuff going on. I'm a senior now, ya know. Only 98 more days until I graduate! XD Also, I don't want anyone messaging me about how Russians don't talk like this and I have no idea what I'm doing. I am perfectly aware of the way Russians speak, however, Chekov doesn't speak the way actual Russians do. He was a stereotypical Russian character made in the 60's, OKAY!? So I'm typing it the way CHEKOV speaks, not how RUSSIANS speak. So get over it, or GTFO!

Currently, the First Officer of the Starship Enterprise, Spock, was unable to move his hands. He had spend approximately three hours watching his Captain-turned-lover sleep before deciding to give into his own need for rest. Four hours later he found himself well rested, but trapped. During the night, Kirk had somehow managed to completely entangle himself around Spock. Spock's hands were hidden from his sight. One was under Kirk and the other had ended up stuck between both his and Kirk's legs. Kirk had also wrapped his legs completely around Spock's, effectively trapping them together. Spock was torn between his need to get ready for his shift and his desire to let Jim continue sleeping. After ten minutes of simply staring, he decided to go for it. He simultaneously pulled both of his hands slowly to his chest. The only problem left was his legs, and that was easily remedied. Once he had fully removed himself from Kirk's limbs, Spock stood from the bed and dressed. Knowing that he had to shower and son a new uniform, Spock leaned down, kissed his Captain on the forehead, and then reluctantly left the room.

Waking up was not nearly as enjoyable for James Kirk thought it would be. The first thing he noticed was that he was freezing. After opening his eyes, he also noticed that he was alone. The third thing he noticed was the time. "Holy shit!" Since Spock had failed to wake him up, he was now twenty minutes late for Alpha Shift.

Kirk stood in the turbo lift, pissed. When the lift opened, he stomped onto the Bridge, a scowl on his face. He went straight to Spock. "Commander, if I could have a word with you."

"Captain," Spock addressed him, standing from his station. "I was just going to call to your quarters. You are 43.7 minutes late for your shift." By now everyone was listening in, just as they had yesterday.

"That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. I seem to have slept in," anger and blame was evident in his voice.

"Perhaps you should have set an alarm, sir." If Spock knew of Kirk's anger towards him, he didn't let on. Kirk just boiled.

"I didn't think I would need one this morning." He was almost to the point of shouting.

"You were obviously mistaken." That was it.

"Obviously!" Kirk yelled at Spock. "And I was obviously mistaken about you as well! I can't believe I actually thought that you would spend the night with me! What'd you do, wait for me to finally fall asleep and then take off as fast as you could?!" If anyone had still been working, they definitely weren't now. Spock kept his outwardly cool demeanor, but Kirk could see his face soften, if only slightly.

"You are, once again, mistaken, Jim," Everyone took notice of Spock's use of the Captain's first name. "I spent the entirety of the night with you. Upon waking, I left your quarters in order to prepare for this shift. I had assumed that your alarm was set. I apologize for the confusion." Spock seemed sincere and Kirk lost all of his anger.

"Oh," he said. "I thought…" He glance around the room, coughed, and lowered his voice. "I just thought it would be nice to wake up next to you. I was kind of taken aback when you weren't there and then when I saw how late I was going be, I just got angry."

"I apologize again, Jim. I did not take your feelings into consideration." This made Kirk feel even worse.

"No, don't apologize, Spock. I'm the one being weird. And, well, I guess…" Kirk glanced around the room again, suddenly feeling very awkward. "You know," he said. "This really isn't the place for this particular discussion." Spock also looked up from Jim.

"I agree," he stated. "I will return to my station." With that he sat back down, leaving a highly embarrassed Kirk to his crew.

"Right, well um, back to work, guys. Today's Spock/Jim spectacle is over. Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be another tomorrow." Everyone quietly returned to their work.

"You guys spent the night together?" Sulu busted out. "How the hell did that happen?" Kirk pretty much face planted on the way to his chair. Chekov giggled.

"Zat ees because zey luff each ozher!" he shouted. "And I am the reason zat zey both found out! You are wery velcome sirs!" As Chekov gloated, Kirk glared. Then he smiled, James Kirk always has the last laugh.

"Yeah, thanks Chekov. You have no idea how thankful we both are to you. If there is anything I can do for you, just let me know." Somehow, Kirk managed to sound serious.

"Well, sir," Chekov began.

"Oh wait," Kirk said, interrupting him. "I know, how about I just repay the favor?" Chekov stilled.

"V-vhat do you mean?" Kirk grinned.

"I mean this. Lt. Sulu, Ensign Chekov is in love with you, and has been for quite some time." With that, Kirk flopped down on his chair, leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands, and watched.