Author's Note:

I'm apparently way too bored. :) I don't own Star Trek, even in my wildest, medically-induced dreams.

"Bones! Booones, come see this!" Jim was propped up in a biobed, staring down at an entertainment PADD. Meds-the good kind-made his words slur just a little.

McCoy looked up from a chart long enough to roll his eyes. "I have a job, Jim. I'm also disappointingly sober, so quit your preschool shenanigans."

Jim pouted. "Not shenani… shhe… not foolin' around, Bonesy." He broke into a grin again. "Ya gotta to see this."

Against his better judgment, Leonard McCoy lowered the chart and crossed the floor toward his friend. Reaching the bed, he leveled his eyes at Jim.

The captain's face lit up in a sweet, sappy smile. "Hi, Bones." He sounded vaguely surprised, like he hadn't seen his doctor friend in days. A nurse on the far side of sickbay tittered.

"You wanted to show me something, Jim?"

Jim's eyes widened as he recalled the PADD. "Yes," the twenty-something nodded seriously. He lifted the PADD and pointed to the screen, an excited smile returning to his features. "We have to do THIS!"

At first, McCoy thought the video was a spoof. Tourists—no, make that MORONS—took turns flying off cliffs by spreading out the ultra-thin fabric of their flight suits. They could've been flying squirrels, if squirrels would be caught dead doing something that stupid. It was the most idiotic thing McCoy had seen… well, so far, at least. That morning.

"They're the new kind of wink... wing-suits!" The kid fairly bounced on the biobed. "You can rent 'em!"

McCoy threw up his hands in exasperation. "Jim, you're laid up in sickbay because you and Sulu rented air scooters on Risa and played chicken with the trees. Now you want to put on a magic cape and pretend you're a goddamn superhero?"

In a weird sort of delayed reaction, Jim waggled his eyebrows in slow-mo and pasted on a lopsided smirk. "Who says I'm *not* a superhero?" he slurred. "That cute redhead on Risa sure thought I was." His smile turned earnest and his forehead creased. "She was pretty," he mumbled, as if he'd just realized the fact of it. The nurse giggled.

McCoy felt a headache stir from yet another eye roll. He retreated toward his office.

Jim's hands swung out and grabbed the air. "Bones! Booonesy! Don't go!"

A second nurse stifled a laugh.

"Kid, seriously," McCoy called over his shoulder. "I've got work to do. And I'm behind, owing to having to put your ass back where your pants go. So if you don't mind…"

"I'll leave you alone, I promise!" Jim aimed his baby blues at McCoy. "I just want to hear you say we'll do it. Let's go wing-suiting, Bones!"

The CMO shook his head and turned away again. "Not happening, Jimmy."

"C'mon, Bones, say you'll do it!" The captain of the Enterprise playfully echoed through sickbay as the nurses' giggles grew into guffaws. "Say it! Say it!" he sang. He dropped his voice as low as it would go, pressing his chin into his neck for effect. "Say it!" he boomed. He spread his arms to soar as he slid up to a high falsetto: "Look at me! I'm a huge, Leonard McCoy-shaped bird!" He dropped to a bass again. "And I'm Captain James T. Kirk, Superhero of the Sky!"

After awhile, McCoy had no idea if Jim remembered he or the nurses were still in sickbay.

"Take THAT, you toothy pterodactyl!" Jim retorted to no one in particular.

Busy as he was fighting off the evil prehistoric lizards now flying through his imagination, Jim didn't see his friend sneak toward the bed. The painful hiss at his neck was a shock. He quickly retracted a wing to cover the sore spot.

"Ow, Bones! What the…"

Before Starfleet's Superhero of the Sky could finish the thought, his eyes slipped closed and he began to snore loudly.

McCoy snickered.

"Thank the stars; the eagle has landed," he whispered happily. "Sweet dreams, Jimmy Boy."

Then he went back to work.