"Hello. Thank you to you if you are reading this.!"- Azra'el

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"Damn it, Jim ! How many times do I have to tell you that if you want to save comrade from being gunned down, have enough presence of mind to go down with him instead of being an idiot replacement target, standing ! "

Dr. McCoy, or Bones as we all love to call him, is currently ranting at the newly awakened Jim who, unsurprisingly, is lying down at the biobed inside his 'favorite' place in the Enterprise , the Med Bay.

Getting down on a curiously icy blue planet, the landing party composed of the captain, Sulu, Bones and four more red suits, they are walking around catalouging the foliage when out of the blue, pun intended, there came the native species of the place colored pink, PINK of ALL things- not the 'pretty' pink you can barely tolerate by not looking, but the horrid shade that is enough to make you gouge your own eyes, wielding spears , swords and daggers and raining arrows on them. Jim being Jim, quickly pushed the Ensign nearly hit by an arrow, and in the process, gotten himself barbecued. Well, the arrow merely imbedded itself on his upper right shoulder so no worries about there, much. After being beamed up back to the ship, the real problem began. It took the whole staff of experienced scientists and chemists in Med Bay four days before they created the antidote, and two more days before Jim woke up from the poison enough to be called lucid. Thank whoever the poison's slow moving huh. But that happened yesterday so why is he here again-

"Bonesy, I just fainted."

And got an earful barrage of scientific gumbos he didn't care to acknowledge. Really, no need to over react. He tried again.

"I'm already okay as you said Bones. So-" he gulped fist before "-can I go back to the brige now?"

"No."

And Dr. Leonard McCoy stopped ranting at the stubborn captain and eyed Spock.

'The green-blooded hobgoblin.' he thought sourly.

'When did he entered the medical ward again?' Jim thought to himself.

He watched him sit himself on the chair near the bed and eyed him back in a no non-sense gaze he always wore.

"You still need rest, Jim. Fainting on duty is enough proof of that. It is only logical to keep you here so that Dr. McCoy can keep an eye on you, for being on the bridge will cause you too much mental exercise. You nearly had a relapse, my ashayam. "

Mentally sweatdropping at the words, Jim knew inside himself that it is useless to argue against his Vulcan. He'll never win anyway. But he can't help but object, just to show some resistance. He is James T. Kirk and T stands for Trouble. He can't let his image suffer now, can he? No sir!

"But I am the Captain." he pouted. But to his chagrin, no effect on the both of them.

'Traitors.' he thought glumly.

Fortunately- or not, depends on whose point of view you are staring out- Spock has a ready answer to that.

"And as your Second, my duty is to protect the captain." Leaning back on the seat, he added, "And I am your mate, Thy'la. Your safety is my topmost priority."

So, he decided to nod. Spock visibly relaxed, to his eyes anyway.

Seeing that he lost that one, he turned to the good doctor of Our Lady, the Enterprise.

"Bones, I nearly forgot. Ensign Roberts is not gunned down. He's arrowed down. Only it hit me."

He mumbled the last sentence.

Now, the next thing that happened, pretty predictable in it's predictability, is Bones standing near the 'patient',holding his beloved weapon- the hypospray, the said 'patient' sleeping and Spock looking at both of them, with his left eyebrow raised.

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Author's Note:

"I'm relly sorry to what happened to the story LIME LIGHT. Just call it temporary insanity please."

-Linael