So I was in the process of entirely forgetting about this one, and LyradanaGreetsTheWind reminded me of it. I've had this part written for a while now, I was just waiting for my beta to read it, but she hasn't sent it back to me, so...yeah.


Five Days Later


"Easing her into space dock, captain." Sulu was grinning from ear to ear as he slowly maneuvered the ship to the dock. In fact, everyone on the bridge was grinning, with the exception of Spock, who didn't grin at all, but rather twitched his eyes in a satisfied motion. From his captain's chair, Jim seemed to be radiating sunshine with his smile.

"Keep her steady until we're docked, Sulu." He turned again to Nyota behind him, "Give me a ship-wide channel, Lieutenant Uhura." She nodded and opened the channel quickly, already knowing the announcement about to be made.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Enterprise, this is your captain speaking." Jim's grin could be heard in his voice as he made the declaration. "We are currently docking at Risa, prepare to begin transporting down to the planet. We have three days of shore leave, I expect everyone back here and accounted for by 1300 hours on Monday. Also remember, everyone. You're the crew of Starfleet's flagship, don't do anything to embarrass your ship. Have a great time though. Kirk out."


As soon as they reached the planet surface, five of the six men in the group relaxed instantly, shoulders drooping, heads lulling, it felt good to finally be out of their command positions, even if just for a few days. Spock was the only one of the group still standing straight, hands tucked behind his back, still looking as impeccable as if he were speaking to an admiral instead of standing in the lobby of an expensive hotel surrounded by large statues of different alien races having fun together and even larger fountains that seemed to explode from the floor and walls in precise patterns that, most likely through shields or tractor beams, never lost a single drop on the customers below.

Jim and Bones walked up to the expansive desk which was manned by no less than twenty humanoids, each one more attractive than the last. Jim leaned forward on the desk, grinning up at the first girl he saw, who immediately blushed a light shade of blue and moved over to him, stuttering through the check in procedures. Bones was merely there to make sure Jim didn't jump over the counter and ravish one of the girls right there, he'd already appointed himself the job of making sure Jim was in line whenever he could, mostly meaning that he was the one responsible for pulling Jim off of random strangers if he needed to. Jim, however, was making eyes at the girl already, and she was becoming more and more flustered and flirty by the second. Finally, she handed him the key chips for their suite and Jim turned and followed Bones back to the rest of the group.


The suite was massive. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, living area, and a full bar, it had it all. Jim walked into the room first, taking a moment to slowly move into the living area, his eyes wide. An excited Chekov, followed by an equally excited but not quite as hyperactive Sulu, rushed into the room next, almost falling over one of the couches and plastering himself against the window in the room, with good reason. The view from the room was amazing. They could see miles of sandy beaches and bright blue water spread out in front of them. If it wasn't for the fact that they knew the beaches were out there, they would have thought the view to be a hologram.

Scotty and Bones followed the excited younger men, both staring around the room in the same disbelief that Jim had shown.

"Holy shite…" Scotty turned in a circle in the room, almost falling over the same couch that had threatened to trip Chekov earlier. His eyes bugged from his head as he saw the fully stocked bar, part of him believing that he'd died on the way down to the planet and gone to his own personal heaven.

Spock was the last to enter the room. Not looking quite so impressed, the Vulcan simply stopped at the pile of luggage they had beamed down earlier, took his own bag, and proceeded to enter the first bedroom he found, claiming it as his own. Finally stumbling out of his bewilderment, Jim jumped up on one of the couches, looking around at the group.

"Guys, hey, listen!" The four paused, looking up at him. "We're not here to take in the sights, we're here to relax and get entirely hammered. So change out of uniform, and we'll go downstairs."


The six officers appeared downstairs within the hour, each looking impeccably unlike starship officers and much more like the high rollers that populated the area. Jim had somehow, he was starting to believe that it was magic, gotten Spock into a suit as well instead of his uniform despite his protests of "Jim, this form of attire is illogical if the point of tonight is to get intoxicated." Jim had only shaken his head and forced him into the suit anyway. Now, the six men were in the lobby of the hotel, heading toward the bar.

The bar was huge and already partially full. They managed to attain a table near the bar surrounded by a large plush booth and Chekov and Scotty headed over to get drinks for the group.

"Six shots of good Russian wodka!" Chekov beamed at the order slightly, ready to see what this hotel really had in store.

"We're nae drinkin' tha' water…six shots ay scotch."

"Wodka is the best drink to start the night vis."

"Scotch is alwa' better." The argument had started again. This argument occurred at least once every shore leave between the Russian and the Scotsman, usually ending up with each having his preferred drink. They had never had to decide on drinks for an entire group, though. The rest of the group watched them with interest, curious how this would end. Finally, the bartender shook his head, sighing slightly, and poured six shots, mixing the two drinks together.

"Gentlemen, they call this a Russian bagpipe. Best of both worlds." He smiled at them, depositing the six shots on the counter, and turning away from them, not allowing any more arguing. The two men shrugged at each other, each grabbing three of the shots and bringing them back to the table. Jim immediately grabbed one of the shots, raising it up in the air.

"A toast! To the marvelous crew of the Enterprise and a great first six months. And to you guys, the best officers Starfleet could ever ask for and the best friends a guy could ever need." He grinned at the group, each of them smiling back at him, except Spock of course. Only Jim could see the almost invisible upturning of the corners of Spock's mouth and the faint glimmer in his eye, his own type of smile. A chorus of "Here! Here!" and "Cheers!" sounded from the table and the six downed the drinks.


Bones groaned and rolled over as a beam of sunlight slipped over his face. Slowly, heavily, he made his way to a sitting position, his head pounding. He felt absolutely horrible, having, what he concluded to be, the worst hangover in history. Fuck, what had he had to drink last night…? He sat there for a moment, staring into space and just thinking, trying to remember when he'd stopped remembering. Finally, he decided that it was somewhere between the 8th and the 15th shot of some odd blue alcohol, that Jim had practically had to force down his throat at first, that his memory lapsed. After that, it was a blank. He blinked his eyes a few times, finally looking at his surroundings, frowning. He'd fallen asleep under the pillow cushions from one of the couches behind the bar in their hotel room. Fuck, it really had been an interesting night if he hadn't even made it to bed.

He heard a quiet groan from across the room and slowly made it to a standing position. Sulu was slowly sitting up as well and, from the looks of how slowly he was sitting up, was about as hung over as Bones. The Asian man was only half dressed and his pants were open, but still somehow on his hips. He was tangled in what looked to be a very pink, very flowery, and very large dress. He looked around, confused, and Bones noticed the state of the room.

The room was an absolute mess. He wasn't even sure how they'd done some of the damage that had occurred in the room. One of the couches was flipped and one end of the same couch was suspended from the light fixture in the ceiling by an unknown strip of fabric. The other couch was still upright, but had been dragged across the room to block off the open door to one of the bedrooms. Odd stacks of bottles and cans and glasses from the drinks were piled around the room, mostly surrounding a single large stack that was set up on the table, winding toward the ceiling in an intricate pattern that only Spock could have made in the inebriated states they had all been in, not to mention that the entire pile was made of various bottles from chocolate liquors and milks as well as glasses that Bones assumed the drinks were served in. The only actual thought that was crossing Bones' mind, however, was "how the hell are we all still alive?" considering not only the amount of damage to the room but the number of bottles. If his thoughts were right, they should all be dead from alcohol poisoning from less than half of said bottles.

Another sound, this time from near him, broke Bones' concentration on the mess. Chekov slowly made his way into the room, rubbing his eyes and still surrounded by a large blanket.

"Vhat happened…?" The small boy looked to be about twelve in his state, he'd even managed to somehow get into pajamas during the night, though he didn't remember how or when. Bones shook his head at the boy, moving around the bar slowly.

"No clue, you got any memories of last night?" He looked from Chekov to Sulu, both shaking their heads.

"Last thing I remember is that bottle of blue stuff that Jim got…where'd he get that anyway?" Sulu was slowly making his way to his feet as well by this point. He'd gotten to his knees so far, and was staring indecisively at the dress around him before shaking his head and deciding not to question it.

"Hell if I know…probably somewhere illegal, knowing him. Where's he and the hobgoblin, anyway?" Almost as if on cue, there was a loud crash and fumbling and yelling of "Holy shit…fuck…" from the bedroom that was blocked by the couch. Bones marched over to the couch, climbing over it to look into the room, which seemed to be an even worse idea than the drinking the night before, mainly because of the resulting image that became burned into his mind.

Jim was sitting on the floor beside the bed, obviously after falling out of the bed and bringing half of the blankets with him. He was quite obviously also not wearing any clothes. He'd knocked over a hololamp in his attempt to move when he'd awoken. Spock, on the other hand, was calmly sitting straight up in the bed, also quite obviously not wearing clothes. His eyebrows were raised as he watched Jim move from the floor and, if Bones didn't know him better, he looked almost bored.

"What the hell happened?" Jim's face was a mixture of emotions ranging from confusion to anger. Something wasn't adding up correctly in his mind.

"I…can't remember."

"Nor can I, Jim. However, our close proximity upon waking does suggest that something did indeed happen." Now it was Bones' turn for an eyebrow to shoot upwards.

"Close proximity? Just how close, Spock?" The Vulcan opened his mouth to speak, but Jim replied first.

"Nothing…nothing at all like what you're thinking, Bones."

"I believe that that would be a lie, Jim…though I can not be entirely certain of what is running through the doctor's head." Jim sighed slightly to himself, getting up off of the floor, if any of the onlookers standing on the couch that was intruding on the doorway had any doubts of Jim's nudity, those doubts were now cleared.

"How close exactly…?" Bones wasn't sure if he actually wanted to know, but he felt obliged as Jim's best friend to know exactly what had happened, or at least attempt to discover the truth. He could see that Jim was attempting to come up with some sort of explanation, but Spock beat him to it this time.

"We were…I believe the Terran word for the position is…spooning." Bones heard Chekov and Sulu behind him trying to stifle laughter.

Bones blinked at them for a moment, trying to imagine the situation, which only made the pounding in his head worse, before shaking the thoughts from his head. "Alright, get up, get dressed. We'll all go to the shipyard and beam up to the Enterprise, I got some stuff to get rid of these headaches, maybe that'll help us remember." They all quietly agreed and he looked around at the two beside him on the couch. "Wait…where's Scotty?"