(Now the originals. I know there's a lot of background right now and it might not make sense but give me a few, i'm trying! I own nothing except the words this time.)
On the same note, James T. Kirk also did not know how he got himself into these sorts of situations. His person, which was supposed to be going to the Vulcan colony to drop Spock off for a nice vacation, was instead being chased in a ship that wasn't even his to begin with for reasons unknown, as the ship which chased them wouldn't even respond to their hails. To say the least, this was not his first time being chased, and he resigned himself to a game of chess with Ambassador Spock while they waited for things to get sorted out.
Bones, on the other hand, was not taking this lying down. "Jim, can't you do something?" He complained, pacing while the other human and the Vulcan were intensely studying each other and the chess board in front of them. Spock was mercilessly killing him in the game, but Kirk was intent on beating that pointy eared bastard once before they got to Vulcan 2.0, so they'd been playing on and off since they'd left Earth. Now, they were somewhere not close to Vulcan 2.0, and the standings were somewhere in the range of Spock 17- Kirk O. He'd be damned if he got to more than 25 losses without one victory, and he couldn't concentrate with Bones pacing.
"I'm sure we'll be fine eventually – for goodness' sake, we're on Sulu's ship, and it's not like he doesn't know what he's doing. You, me, and Spock over here, we're just an admiral, a doctor, and an ambassador going to Vulcan to see Spock off and go home. Sure, we've run into a little trouble -"
"A little trouble? A LITTLE TROUBLE? Our last encounter with that Security Officer who loves you so very much must have knocked what little sense you had left out of you."
"Actually," Spock interjected, clearing the path for his queen while Kirk was distracted by their friend, "our last interaction with Officer Gray left Jim no worse for wear. The man had chemotherapy, if I recall correctly, and has thinned out quite a bit. He's also lost a bit of his bite without his weight, and he carries a cane. Jim would have had the tactical advantage if they had fought, but instead Jim bought him a ginger ale."
McCoy rolled his eyes at the ambassador, who had as close to a gleeful look on his face as his opposer moved his bishop right into the path of his queen on the attack board as McCoy had successfully distracted him. "I meant when we were younger, Spock, not now. You know I didn't mean it literally."
"Quite the contrary," the Vulcan replied. "Your tone indicated you expected him to jump out and repeat the last reaming he had of Jim, which I suppose was when I kicked him off of the Enterprise approximately twenty one years and-"
"Alright then, I understand. Get back to your damn chess game and I'll get back to reading this dissertation on Klingon physiology."
"Alright then." Kirk replied, and bit his bottom lip to focus on beating his friend in what he assumed was a game he had already lost. A few minutes later, that thought came to fruition as he lost with three pieces left of his color, all of Spock's pieces perfectly aligned in an impossibly logical version of checkmate.
"Bones, explain to me how I loose every single time." He picked up his king with his left hand and clenched it tightly, while Spock smirked at him and reset the board, as Kirk had promised him as many games of chess as it took until he won, and Spock rarely got to expose how flawed his friend's planning was like this at his own pleasure. It delighted him.
But, if to ruin his fun, a knock came on the cabin door, and after shouts of "Who's there?" "Sulu" "Come in", they were all actively listening to the now Captain of the Enterprise, who seemed a bit confused.
"Gentlemen, the ship has stopped tailing us."
"Thank God!' McCoy said.
"But," Sulu continued, and McCoy rolled his eyes, "We ended up intercepting a distress call from a nearby ship, and we'll have to deal with their issues first, then head back to a Starbase because something is wrong with the dilithium crystal chamber. Again. So your vacation has been delayed indefinitely. You're welcome to stay on board, but we're near Klingon and I figured you three may want to go see history in the making with that whole Klingon peace treaty being signed and all."
"See Captain Joanna and my boy in action? Most definitely." Kirk enthused, and shot a happy smile at McCoy. He, unlike his best friend, was not exactly enthralled by this new captain, but she wrote an excellent dissertation, and if the Klingons were as open about their medical practices as she seemed to indicate, he could benefit from the visit.
"I wouldn't mind it, Jim. Just to see my godson in action, I'll go to Klingon and see the damn peace treaty being signed by Ambassador Chekov and the Klingon Emperor-"
"There has not been an Emperor on Klingon in almost two centuries. The Chancellor will be signing it."Spock corrected, and after a moment added, "I think it would be a wonderful thing to see peace at least being attempted on Klingon. Vulcan Nina will wait."
"I think that means, Sulu, that you can get us a shuttle and call us happy men." Kirk grinned. After Sulu had left and Spock had gotten up to begin packing his things, he enthused, "It'll be an adventure, gentlemen. Just wait til you meet her – an auburn beauty who doesn't take any shit from anyone."
"Jim."
"Yes Bones."
"You know I hate redheads. My ex-wife was one."
"She's a brunette. Go pack."
