A/N : Just wanted a break from the usual serious romances and/or angst and wanted to be silly with this fic.

Disclaimer; I own nothing but the story itself.

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Panic was in the air as the bridge crew paced back in forth, passing the two year old Jim Kirk sitting in his Captain's chair. Spock had been kneeling in front of the younger version of his captain in interest.

"Fascinating." The Vulcan murmured, examining the blond boy. Jim tilted his head curiously in turn. "It seems the Captain has taken to his two year old form and has lost all remembrance of his older self." Spock explained as Kirk began entertaining himself with the long sleeves of his shirt, flailing his arms and accidently hitting the half-Vulcan with the fabric. He stopped immediately as Spock raised a brow, and stifled his laughter at the funny expression.

"Who the hell is gonna take care of him?" Bones asked, and was quickly swatted in the arm by Uhura, who pointed at the little blond sitting not far off. McCoy quickly shut his mouth and hoped the two year old did not hear his special choice of wording. The crew relaxed as the small boy seemed unfazed, leaning over the armrest to reach the controls, wanting to press the small buttons. Spock quickly picked up the toddler and received a sound of distaste from the young boy who tried to scramble out of his arms.

"No! no!" Jim complained, unable to escape from the Vulcan's tight hold. Uhura quickly approached the two and took the small captain into her arms. She rubbed at his back, a slight awkwardness in her movements as she thought of herself comforting the much older James T. Kirk.

"Spock will obviously have to take over as Captain while we try and figure this out." Nyota began, continuing to hold the much more calmed toddler in her arms. "Chekov, you are the youngest, do you think you could take care of the ca- Jim?" She turned towards the ensign.

The teen quickly picked up the boy from Uhura's arms and tried to hold him properly with his weak strength. Jim began groan in distress which caught the navigator off guard and began to panic as well.

"I'm sorvy, Kepten, I'm sorvy. I'm trying!" Chekov said; startled and still trying to hold him properly, no help with the blond boy's arms waving around.

"Hand the guy over here." Bones ordered and was quickly passed Jim. Pavel slumped back to his chair, a bit embarrassed but was comforted as Sulu gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. McCoy scowled as Jim stared at the new face in front of him. The boy seemed to giggle at the doctor's expression which cause the whole crew to stare in awe. "Well isn't this a kick in the pants?" Leonard murmured as Jim began touching at his face, gripping at the older man's cheeks and laughing at the annoyed look he received. McCoy took a moment to turn towards the rest of the crew, seeing their shocked faces besides Spock's and could not help but say,

"What?"

"It would seem you are the most suitable person to take care of the Captain in his current condition, Dr. McCoy." Spock stated, his arms moving to his back as he watched the small blond pulling at the doctor's shirt in amusement.

"What? No! I'm a doctor, not a frikin babysitter!" Bones growled lowly.

"It will only be a while, atleast until we figure out what's wrong with him." Uhura urged, looking at him hopefully.

"The kid was found in the science labs, that idiot probably started playing with something, we just need to figure out what it was." McCoy frowned and was suddenly slapped by a small hand at his face. Maybe there was still some of the old Kirk in there."Why can't you do it? The kid likes you too."

"In addition to the Captain's liking to the Lieutenant, we remain responsible for our current mission and require her assistance in the Bridge. As the need for your medical skill is unneeded for the moment, you are the prime candidate in watching over the Captain, Dr. McCoy." Spock explained.

"Fine, fine, whatever." Bones took a moment to glare at the Vulcan and was returned with an indifferent stare, which only caused his blood to boil even more. Damn green blooded hobgoblin...

When all was settled, the crew had sent some people to the science lab where the captain was found to look for what ever Jim might have touched or perhaps ingested. In the meantime, every one else in the bridge returned to their stations leaving the annoyed doctor by himself and still holding the toddler in his arms. Bones looked down towards the small boy, seeing the sharp blue orbs staring back at him curiously.

"I guess it's just you and me, little buddy." McCoy murmured. "I guess I should try and get a diagnostic on you." He started walking towards the sickbay, not caring that the blond barely knew what he was talking about. Nearing the area, a faint smell hit his noise and he grimaced. He stretched his arms in front of him to properly look at Jim, who was nibbling at his shirt again.

"Please tell me that isn't you." McCoy practically looked at Kirk pleadingly and received a small giggle from the toddler. Oh god.