"Spock," you mutter, your teeth chattering. "Spock, it's really cold."

"Yes, we do seem to be in an area with arctic characteristics." Spock said, only causing you to roll your eyes.

"I'm freezing." You mutter, looking around for a cave. Why did Kirk have to assign this mission to you and Spock?

"That wouldn't be unlikely. The temperature is about -10 degrees Fahrenheit. You are just wearing your standard uniform." Spock said, moving closer to you.

Wind moved around you two, blowing snow into your faces. "We should look for shelter." He added, starting to shout from the wind. You nod and shiver more.

After about forty-five minutes, you couldn't walk anymore. You collapsed to the cold ground, shivering. Even though you couldn't see your self, you knew your lips were blue. Your fingers, wrists, feet, and toes were stiff and numb.

"Y/N," Spock said sitting next to you. He wrapped his arms around you. "C'mon, we must keep moving." He added, guiding you to your feet.

Spock practically carried you around, looking for a cave. You weren't complaining about being carried, but you were about your feet and hands. He radiated heat sense he was a Vulcan.

Eventually, the two of you stumbled to a cave. Spock lead you inside and laid you down inside as far in as he could. He whispered something in your ear, but you didn't here it because you were almost asleep.

Quickly, Spock left the cave and grabbed would from a pile he'd scene about thirty yards back. The wood was rotting and cold, but it would have to do. Spock piled the wood up in the cave, along with four or five large rocks. Using his phaser, he started a fire.

He laid down next to you, carefully lifting your head and upper half of your body onto his. Spock hugged you as tight as he could, just to get some heat in you.

That morning, you woke up with someone beside you. It took a moment to register that it was Spock. Relieved, you relaxed into his arms, trying to keep warm.

Spock woke up and realized that you were awake. He sat up, and noticed that you were covered in a thin layer of sweat and you were very pale.

"Y/N, are you feeling alright?" He asked, touching the back of his hand to your forehead.

"Not really. I'm hot and cold." You answer, laying your head on your arm.

"I'm going to try to get in contact with the Enterprise. Maybe-" Spock began, but he was cut off.

Looking around, you realized it was the transporter room. "Great work Mr. Chekov." You heard the captain say.

"Are you two okay?" You heard McCoy ask, anxious.

"I'm fine. Y/N on the other hand is sick and was very cold." Spock answered, gesturing to you with his hand.

"Alright, let's get you two to the sick bay." McCoy answered, helping you stand. Chekov got in your left side to help you, while McCoy was on your right. Even though you got cold and sick, it was nice to have been through all that with Spock.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZACHARY QUINTO!!!!!! 🎁🎉🍰🎂

Sorry for putting this one in front of a request, but I'm going to try to write that character for on the actor or actress' birthday, so I hope you all enjoyed anyway!!