So this is just fluff and cuteness. Slight Kirk/Spock but nothing to bad. It's mainly just McSpirk fluff though. So enjoy! :3


Doctor Leonard McCoy was adding crewman files to the ships medical logs. The Enterprise had just accepted new officers, including a few new medical personnel, so he needed to add their ID's to the ships computer. It was quite boring to do actually, but Bones kept driving himself to finish it because he knew he'd get to have some time (a day or two) of shore leave right after.

He'd finally have some free time to spend with Jim and Spock. It wasn't that he didn't like working with them, but having a guys night out was much more entertaining, even if Spock was a stiff, green-blooded, hobgoblin. He'd finally get to talk to Jim about Rija V. He wanted to explain the different diseases he had found there on his time last shore leave. When they were working, they never got the time.

He added his last file to his computer. Emily Varadaes. An intern to be a medical nurse. He shut off his computer and rolled back in his chair. He was finished. He was actually done!

He couldn't help but beam as he waved to Ms. Chapel on his way out into the hall. He'd go get Jim first. He glanced down to where Spock's cabin was. He whipped around and headed the other way. Yes, he'd definitely get Jim first.

He sprinted down the hall, seeing that no on was around to look at him strange, and skidded to a stop in front of the Captain's quarters. "Come " Jim's voice sounded from inside. Bones made his way through.

Jim was in his regular captain' uniform, gold shirt, black stretch pants, and his hail slicked back with a very expensive gel. "You ready to go?" He asked sliding back in his chair. He was at his com looking up different files.

"Are you?" Bones asked eyeing the computer. Kirk nodded standing up drowsily, "Yah, just thought I'd start working on the work I'd have when I come back from shore leave."

McCoy took a few steps forward putting a hand on Jim's shoulder, "Don't stress yourself too much with work, Jim. Come on, let's go have a drink."

"Thanks Bones." Jim said with a curt expression that made Bones role his eyes. The two made there way back out into the hallway. As the captain started for Spock's quarters, Bones grabbed his arm, "I'm sure the hobgoblin wouldn't care if we went without him." A hint of sarcasm coated his tone.

Jim pulled away with a smirk, "Now Bones, you don't want to hurt Spock's feelings do you?" He immediately regretted his choice of words. Bones started to grumble as they made their way down the hall, "Feelings. If he had any feelings behind that shield of bullshit logic I swear I'd-"

"Bones," Jim interrupted with a look, "Enough."

The doctor stayed silent until they reached Spock's quarters. Jim asked to enter politely while McCoy pushed past and growled, "Open up!"

Spock merely said, "Enter." The two made their way inside. The room was like it had always been, strange decorations were hung in different places, and other than that it was just...boring. It did still have that light foreign scent, like when you go to a different country. It was probably a Vulcan thing. Spock's eyes didn't stray from his PADD which he was tapping on at a very fast pace, "Yes?"

"Spock are you ready? It's time for shore leave. We talked about this remember?" Kirk asked calmly. He could already feel McCoy tensing up beside him. Spock's gaze didn't stray, "I have decided to decline your offer."

"Spock, come on everyone else is going. You need some rest." Kirk replied. Spock raised an eyebrow still not looking at them. "Meditation gives me rest and I can access it at anytime so it is illogical to believe a 'vacation' would give me satisfactory rest."

"Spock-" Jim started with an exasperated tone. It was tiring arguing with a Vulcan, especially if you're a human. Luckily McCoy stepped up, "I'm sick of this." He started towards the pointy eared alien with an aggressive demeanor. Jim stiffened slightly anxious that Bones might injure Spock.

Spock looked up when he realized he was being approached (rather abruptly) but it was too late for him to react. Bones grabbed one of his arms and pulled him out of his chair so the Vulcan would stumble and land face first on the ground. Spock has been so surprised he had had no time to react so he pulled himself up off the ground, a little bit confused. Jim couldn't help but let out a loud chuckle. McCoy stood next to the Vulcan glaring at him as he pulled down his shirt to straighten it and started to brush dust off himself.

"That was a most illogical form of action to take upon me Doctor. For what reason did you think that would-" He started. "Shut up." McCoy grumbled, "Are you coming or not?"

Spock blinked, "Very well."

Kirk raised his eyebrows, "Well. We're already wasting precious time, can we leave or do you two want to bicker for longer?"

McCoy was already starting for the door. Spock set down his PADD lightly back on the table and walked up next to Kirk who smiled, "Sorry, he's a bit more on edge than usual." He said this in a whisper so McCoy couldn't here them. The doctor was striding five feet in front of them so that wasn't really a problem. Spock cocked his head towards the captain, probably the Vulcan way to acknowledge, "I didn't know he could be more so."

Jim chuckled as they quickly made their way towards the transporter room. McCoy hopped up on the platform followed by Jim, and the reluctant Vulcan. "Scotty beam us down." The captain ordered. The engineer laid his hands on the controls, "Any specific location?"

"How 'bout the local bar." McCoy suggested. Before Spock could protest, Scotty pulled the transporter switches.

The gang found themselves among some very different people. Most were drunk and some were sober but planning to get drunk. "It's not often I say this captain, but I feel very uncomfortable." Spock said with unease.

Kirk gave Bones a look, "Don't worry, I'm sure there is a room less-" he watched as people crowed the bar, stepping on each other's toes, "Crowded."

"This is your form of relaxation, Doctor?" Spock said with one eyebrow raised as someone pushed past him and collapsed onto the floor unconscious.

"It will be once I get my hands on some of those drinks at the bar." He disappeared into a sea of people. "Bones!" Jim tried stopping him but he was already gone. He sighed. He then noticed a small area in the back that was less crowed than in front of the bar. Instead at yelling for the Vulcan over the load noise he grabbed his friends and and pulled him through the tons of people and finally felt like he could breath once he reached the open space. He let go of Spock's hand and began to exhale deeply, feeling a little less claustrophobic.

"I'm trying to decipher the whereabouts of Doctor McCoy, though I cannot seem to make out who he is in this mass of people." Spock said with a furrowed brow, and stuff expression.

"I'm sure he'll find us, for now let's-" Jim suddenly heard their names being called, but over the commotion their names sounded slightly off. Especially since Bones was trying to keep the drinks held straight up while getting trampled by tons and tons of people, "JAM! SPLARK!"

Once he emerged from the tangle of people he was breathing heavily, "Spock, Jim, I got us drinks."

"That is very generous of you doctor, but seeing as I don't drink I will have to decl-" Jim elbowed his Vulcan friend before he could finish his statement. Spock rolled his eyes, "Seeing as you went out of your way to go through the crowds for these, I'll have a few sips."

The Vulcan reluctantly took one of the strong alcoholic beverages off the plate. Kirk did so as well, and as did McCoy. "Before we have a drink, maybe we should...find a suitable place to sit down."

"Indeed." The Vulcan muttered.

McCoy let the group outside where there were a few tables under a patio cover. Barely anyone was out there, mainly because it wasn't cool to drink outside. Kirk didn't care what other people thought though. Luckily it was just the right temperature, wasn't too cold or warm, like spring on Earth.

Bones smirked as he watched Jim take an unexpected sip of his yellow and red drink. He immediately spit it out on the cement ground, "What the hell?" He spluttered taking a napkin to wipe his mouth. McCoy chuckled, "It's an old Klingon alcoholic recipe called 'Bang Quab" It's one of the top 10 strongest drinks in the galaxy."

"I can see that." Kirk said leaning back in his chair. It obviously took Spock a great amount of self control not to roll his eyes or snap back at their question. He easily downed his drink within seconds leaving the empty glass in the middle of the table. He crossed his arms in an efficient manner, as to say Beat that. McCoy even looked surprised as he slowly stared upwards at the Vulcan. Jim just smiled wickedly, "Well, now we know who's grown a tolerance."

Spock eyebrow twitched upwards, "Actually sir, alcohol doesn't effect Vulcans."

"Since when?" Jim asked, surprise and envy obviously sounding in his voice. Bones had already gotten his tricorder out, "He's right Jim. It's part of his biochemistry to ignore alcoholic consequences. "Does anything get you drunk?" Jim asked being the one who crossing his arms this time. He watched as a flicker of embarrassment, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn't looking, shine in his eyes. "There has been one certain consumption that has been known to disturb delicate Vulcan biochemistry." Spock said leaning forward in a way to point out he wanted to end the conversation.

Bones didn't seem to mind and looked like he was about to change the subject when the captain raised one hand up slightly stopping them both from talking about a different subject, "What is it?"

"Captain I-"

"Do you not trust me?" Jim asked half surprised that Spock wouldn't go on a lecture about Vulcan nervous systems and digestive systems and how they are affected by certain food or beverage consumption's. He gave his Vulcan friend a look, "Spock trust me when I say we won't drug you or slip you any you're sleeping."

"Speak for yourself," McCoy grumbled. Spock shifted uncomfortably. He uncrossed his arms and talked in a low tone, causing the doctor and the captain to lean in towards him a little closer. "I become intoxicated when I consume chocolate." The corners of his lips slight turned downwards immediately at the reaction of his ship mates.

He leaned back refusing to turn his gaze to them. Bones immediately started on his usual annoying, mocking, judging expressions and tones, "Chocolate!?" He grabbed his stomach half laughing and crying, "Jesus Christ in space! Chocolate!"

Spock stared at him darkly which would be the Vulcan equivalent to a human glare. Bones chuckled "Come on hobgoblin, everyone eats chocolate. That's a joke right."

Jim slapped Bone's wrist which got him his attention, "Bones. I don't think this is the reaction Spock desired."

Bones was suddenly aware of himself, "Apologies Mr. Spock, but chocolate is just such a...normal consumption for humans that it seems illogical for such an item to disturb your mathematical and logical brainwaves."

"Chocolate is a substance that contains just the right amount of caffeine and cocoa beans to cause extensive temporary damage to my brain. Just as alcohol intoxicates you and your brain-cells to have hallucinations and not think as your usual self, chocolate to a Vulcan result in our emotional stability to be set off course you could say."

It took a moment for doctor McCoy to recollect what Spock just stated, "What an odd substance to intoxicate someone." Jim shrugged, "Reasonable."

"Gentlemen, I suggest you finish your own drinks. It would be logical to enjoy yourselves on shore leave." Spock said with his eyes finally locking on to both his friends.

"Well if Spock admits to enjoyment being logical, I'm in." Bones said with a smirk shot at the Vulcan. He took a small sip of the 'Bang Quab."

"Dear angels and ministers of mercy this is...the single most strongest taste I've ever set my tongue on." Bones said with scrunched up face as if he has just taken a bite of a lemon.

"Is that so? It didn't taste that strong to me." Spock said with a wry expression aimed towards the doctor. Bones rolled eyes at him.


It took a while, but soon the glasses were only half empty and Kirk and McCoy were throwing insults and compliments at each other like drunk men would. Spock watched (when he really should bring them back up to the ship to rest) with curiosity sparking every time they'd drink more and sink more deeply into the drunk trance.

"Back on the farms in my day, we used to give pigs plates and plates and plates and plates and PLATES of slop! JIM! PLATES!" He said taking a bigger sip of his drink resulting in nearly falling off his chair. Kirk seemed involved with staring at Spock, "Did I ever tell you I do actually like your ears? They're all pointy and pretty." His blue eyes were fogged up as if it wasn't him saying these things. Spock raised an eyebrow, "Flattering."

"Can I feel them, they look pretty." Jim said reaching out a hand. "I believe you already said that." Spock said naturally leaning towards him, "And yes, if you wish."

The captain felt the tip of his ears and tugged on them lightly, "They're so real."

Spock then pulled away and crossed his arms again, "I would hope so. I am Vulcan after all."

"And half human!" McCoy said jumping into the conversation, "So why wouldn't they be removable to divulge human ears?"

"Interesting question, but illogical concluding that you're a doctor and you obviously know the reason why." Spock said as a matter of fact.

Kirk suddenly turned to Bones, "Am I gay? Do you think I'm gay Bones?"

"What makes you say that?" The doctor asked with an edge of sickness attached to his voice. Kirk shrugged, "I dunno. But how would I know if I was?"

"We could make out!" Bones suggested. "Yah! That's a great ide-"

Spock grabbed the both of them by the back of their shirts and shrugged his arms underneath them propping them up on his sides, "Time to get some rest."

The two had immediately forgotten their previous conversation as Spock made his was to a quieter area to beam out. "SPOCK ARE WE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!?" Kirk practically scream causing Spock to flinch because they were so close to his sensitive ears. Bones had almost fallen asleep on the Vulcan's shoulder when Spock reached for his communicator and contacted Scotty, "We're ready to beam back up."

"Already sir?" Scotty asked with complete surprise, "Don't you want to-"

"Lt. Scott, Captain Kirk and Doctor McCoy have gotten themselves quite intoxicated on Klingon 'Bang Quab'." Spock said having to grab McCoy and prop him up on his shoulder again before he fell face first on the ground. Kirk had started fiddling with the Vulcan's right ear, which was actually a big distraction when he was trying to talk to the chief engineer. Once Scotty realized they were drunk there was no more arguing and the three found themselves in the enterprise transporter room before they knew it. Spock took a heavy breath, even as a Vulcan it was a still hard to carry two full-grown drunken men. Scotty helped McCoy and Spock let Kirk cling to his side as they made their way down the empty hall.

They entered McCoy's room to lay the doctor down on the bed. Spock thanked him and helped Kirk into his own bed. "What are you doing Spock, there's still a party going on down-" Before he could finish his sentence his eyes had flickered shut seconds after his head hit the pillow. Before Spock left he pulled a blanket up over the captain and let a small smile escape him.

He shut off the lights before exiting the captain's quarters.


Hope you liked it! :D I'm working on more. Tell me if I made any grammar and spelling mistakes, I'd like to fix them If I haven't already. :) Thanks for reading.