Twenty ficlets in twenty days? Bit of a personal challenge to myself to keep coming up with ideas and trying to turn those ideas into proper stories. Hopefully instead of getting in the way of my other fics it'll work as a warm up exercise and stop me from taking three or four days off. So here we go, Spock/Kirk mayhem.

Summaries list

Day 1: McCoy has a really bad day on shore leave (M-rated) with Spirk.

Day 2: The ships computer is given an artificial personality. The problem is it falls in love with Spock creating a strange love triangle (T-rating, probably).

Day 3: Cute Spirk, Jim finds out Spock is not perfect. (T-Rating)

Day 4: Fifty years after Jim's death McCoy himself is dying. He makes a request to see Spock to repair his one regret in life. (K rating)

Day 5: Spock and Nyota are having some troubles in the bedroom, Spock does some research into Human sexuality and takes a large step forwards in discovering who he really is. (M rated)

Day 6: Five times Jim said fuck and it was a bad thing, one time it wasn't. (M rated) Silly Spirk.

Day 7:Jim tells his unborn child a story about three bears.

Day 8: Spock overhears McCoy and Jim having a private conversation.

Day 9: Spock cuts his hand. Jim takes care of him.

Day 10: A LOVERS TOUCH For the first time McCoy notices the way Jim touches Spock.

Day 11: Spock and Jim look after an abandoned baby.

Oh, rated M for slight slashy male love.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star trek and am not making profit off of this.

McCoy's Bad Day.

Chaos was the only word that descried the day. It was simple unadulterated chaos. Half the ship had been given shore leave on a scarcely inhabited little planet with beautiful mountains forests and lakes. So naturally despite the fact that McCoy himself was on shore leave he had been called to a mass of new Ensigns who were projectile vomiting because they had not scanned the water for viruses before diving into the lake for a swim. Needless to say that area weren't so picturesque anymore.

Then as McCoy had been sat enjoying a nice mint jubilee he had made on the Enterprise and brought down with him to the planet his communicator had rung again. This time Ensign Chekov had slipped whilst climbing one of those mountains and had managed to dislocate his shoulder and bruise his ribs. Sulu panicking had called him to check it was safe for him to be moved so that he could be beamed up. After a quick scan, an injection of pain killer and a good ol' wrench of his arm back into it socket their youngest crew member was right as rain.

McCoy had only just found his spot under a tree again when he had got a call from Lieutenant Uhura.

"Hello Doctor, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"That's okay, what can I do you for you?" McCoy said cheerfully hoping that perhaps the young lady would invite him to join her for a hike in the woods or perhaps to watch the sunset together. Unfortunately it was just business as usual.

"I was wondering if you could lend me a regenerator for a moment?"

"Oh, have you injured yourself?"

"Something like that."

"Well don't worry your pretty little self about it I'm on my way."

It had turned out that Uhura had tried to make friends with a little primate a bit like a spider monkey except it had two heads and as she had offer a piece of replicated banana to one of its little head the other had got jealous and bit her hand. A somewhat bittersweet first contact to be sure. McCoy had been glad that she had felt comfortable calling him off duty until she had drop the bomb shell that she had not wanted to beam back up to the ship because she was meeting their Scottish engineer for a hike through the woods and a sunset picnic by the lake.

McCoy had headed back to his spot beneath the tree lamenting over the fact the Scotty had probably only accepted because of the offer of fresh sandwiches not the offer of infinite delights of Nyota's long limbs and subtle curves. He cheered himself slightly with the thought of the lunch in his satchel good ol' southern fried grit patties, cold chicken, bread rolls, salad and to top it all off a slice of nurse Chapels homemade Bourbon and chocolate pecan pie a recipe she had perfected just for him. Except as he approached the spot of shade he could hear a strange chirping sound. He paused, they hadn't detected any dangerous animals on the planet but it was right to always be weary. He stepped slowly and quietly around the tree. What he saw were three little creatures which looked to be a cross between birds and reptiles with scales, beaks and wings. He would have chuckled at the little excited squeaking of the little trio if it weren't for the fact that they were excited over his lunch. They had managed to get into the air tight container and all but destroyed his carefully put together meal.

"Oi! Get away from that. Get away."

He ran at the bird lizards screaming and waving his hands. They looked up at him, little heads cocked to the side. Then their happy little chirping turned into a strange high pitched whining and two more of the little creatures landed. They raised their wings at him and started squawking.

"Look, there maybe more of you but I'm still bigger than you all put together so scram."

The creatures moved into a V shape and started to advance towards you. McCoy felt a slight shiver of nervousness, they did seem to know how to stand up for themselves. Then suddenly all five of the creatures scales shifted backwards and long spines like a porcupines slid out along their backs. One squawked and a long spine shot out its back and wizzed past McCoy's hand,

"Aw Danmit."

McCoy ran abandoning his mint jubilee, destroyed lunch and the medical text he had hoped to read.

Three hours later McCoy had managed to lose the little bird creatures. Healed two more projectile vomiting cases, two deep cuts and an allergic rash on a certain part of a security guards anatomy, people really ought to look before they urinate. And had stealthily nicked a sandwich of Scotty as he was distracted sticking his tongue down Uhura's throat. As the sun began to set he headed to the little log cabin he had been assigned to along with Spock and Jim. He felt a calm fall over him for the first time that day as he saw the warm lights of the quaint little cabin. He imagined a night watching Spock and Jim playing chess, chuckling quietly at Jim's futile attempts to flirt with the unaffected stiff lipped Vulcan. Or perhaps Spock (who had been commanded by Jim to take shore leave) would be sat in a corner catching up on paper work or reading some long tedious text on quantum dynamics in the field of whatever. Then he and Jim could get drunk and recount all the near misses and dishonestly claimed successes they had experienced over their years spent at the academy together.

He heard something like a groan as he reached the door of the cabin. He immediately knew it was made by Jim, they had shared a room for four years and there had been a lot of groaning in that four years. But Jim's coitus groan was a lot like Jim's fed up groan so he didn't hesitate to push the door open. He wish he had. Two bodies sleek with sweat and intertwined in a mass of moving limbs were outlined in front of a warm fire. They seemed unaware of McCoy's entrance. At least if they were aware the caresses did not stop. McCoy could not move for two minute. He did not know whether it was shock or horror or some mixture of the sort. Jim. And Spock. Naked and moaning and kissing passionately. As McCoy stared Spock's hand reached down and grasped at Jim's thigh lifting it, Jim responded by bending it up over Spock's own lean pale thigh. Then Spock's hand moved down the back of that leg and dipped down over the curve of Jim's buttock and..

"AHEM!" McCoy coughed.

They stopped immediately looking up at him with one bashful glance and one green cheeked glare.

"Hey Bones. Good day?"

McCoy sighed.

"I'll find somewhere else to sleep." He answered heading passed them to the little room where he had dumped his belongings that morning.

"That is unnecessary Doctor. The Captain and I will cease our activities if they disturb you."

"No. You just continue and i'll.." McCoy floundered realizing he'd just told the hobgoblin to continue fingering his Captain. Without another word he grabbed the sheets and pillow from his bed and avoiding looking at his two entwined friends walked back to the door.

"Bones?"

He paused, his hand on the door handle.

"Where are you going to sleep."

"I'll find somewhere."

He closed the door behind him and walked quickly out of hearing distance. He paused, he actullay had no idea where he was going. Looking around him he saw a small crop of trees fifty yards off. He set off knowing that was the best place he was going to find before the sun set over the horizon and he was plunged into darkness on an unknown planet.

Once he reached the trees he laid his blanket down making a small bed and climbed in. It was not the most uncomfortable place he had ever slept and considering how tired he was from the disastrous day he knew he was likely to get some sleep.

Still, a night under the stars couldn't be too bad, right?

His silent question was answered with the grumble of approaching thunder.