A/N: I KNOW I SHOULD BE UPDATING INDISPUTABLE OR G.E.P.J AT LEAST… But I had a moment of inspiration and I had to get it out. :P I seem to be having a lot of drabble moments lately. O_o

Rated T for Bones' dirty mouth. Bones/Kirk; McKirk

I OWN NOTHING!

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Doctor Leonard McCoy didn't even need to look at the clock on the wall to know it was far too late for him to be up. He rubbed his eyes wearily and groaned. His head throbbed from staring at his PADD all day/night/whatever the hell it was now. Dammit he needed sleep.

There was a creak outside his office door, followed by a thud. He sighed.

"Jim… unless it's a life-or-death crisis that could possibly end in the universe exploding… go back to bed…"

He received no response… which was strange.

"Jim…" He sighed, getting up slowly. His back cracked. Dammit he was too old for this. When he opened the door, he found Jim lying on the ground.

"… Jim. Get up. I don't have time for this." He said irritated. Again, no response. With an arched eyebrow, he knelt down next to his captain.

"Jim?..." He said, nudging his shoulder. Jim rolled over.

"JESUS CHRIST!"

Jim was red in the face and making rasping noises. That meant only one thing. He needed a fucking hypo.

Cursing violently McCoy jumped up and ran into the sickbay, grabbing a hypo off the shelf labeled 'Captain Kirk'. Almost tripping back into his office doorway, he lifted Jim into his arms, keeping his head up. Without hesitation he plunged the hypo into the blonde's neck.

There were five terrifying seconds in which Jim continued to rasp and gasp horrifically, but finally the meds kicked in and he started coughing. His head rolled and rested against McCoy's shoulder as he continued to gulp oxygen.

Bones stroked Jim's hair off of his sweaty forehead and kissed it.

"Dammit Jim what the fuck happened?" He snapped, extremely shook up. He kept imagining what would happen if he hadn't been able to make it to the sickbay.

The captain took a few more seconds to breathe before he answered.

"Sorry Bones…" He said softly, still breathing hard.

"What happened?" Bones ground out again.

Jim lifted his head and settled his blue eyes on his CMO.

"I was just eating a Take 5 and my throat closed up."

Jim thought Bones' eyes would fall out of their sockets.

"DAMMIT JIM Take 5's have PEANUT BUTTER IN THEM. You're FUCKING ALLERGIC to peanut butter!" Bones shouted, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. Jim gave him an offended look.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that?" He huffed. Again, Bones gave him that bug eyed look he loved so much.

"IT FUCKING SAYS IT ON THE GODDAMN—" He was silenced by Jim wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on the mouth. When Jim pulled away, he smiled smugly. Bones rolled his eyes and helped Jim get to his feet.

"Dammit you're lucky I love you so much… and that I'm too tired to really give you what-for…" He drawled, running a hand over his face. Jim took his hand, still smiling.

"You can yell at me in the morning. For now, would you please come to bed? I'm lonely." He said, biting his lip coyly. The doctor chuckled.

"Lonely huh…" He said, shaking his head as he let Jim lead him down the hall.

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A/N: Pointless drabble is pointless. :P Review it anyways?