Chapter Three
* I don't own Star Trek. Gene Roddenberry created it, Paramount made a movie about it, but it's not mine.
James T. Kirk awoke with a start. He looked around him in the dim light and saw the Sickbay. He instantly made the connection. He groaned and sat back in his bed.
He tried to force the words from his mouth, but only a gasping sound came out. A severe pain seemed to be eating the muscles in his forehead. He massaged the disintegrating muscles, and called out again, trying to produce sound from his mouth, but failing.
He sat up and noticed a dark lump about 50 feet away from him. He leaned forward and squinted his eyes at it.
"Is that you, Bones?" He tried to say, but was again unfruitful. He squinted and grabbed for a power cord that snaked across the ground. He flicked it on, and a second light flickered on, weakly but there. Finally taking it all in, Kirk widened his eyes at the sight in front of him.
50 feet in front of him, lay Bones struggling to get away from Spock who was kissing his hands and wrists. He could barely hear anything over his pounding headache, but he sure heard Leonard's deep voice yelling at Spock to let him go.
"Let. Me. GO!" Bones said in a pronounced Southern accent, yanking his hands away from the Vulcan just to have them pulled back again.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Leonard." Spock said, sounding somewhat sultry [!]. Kirk watched, mouth gaping, as Leonard flailed away from Spock, and Spock just pulled him tighter.
"GET AWAY FROM ME NOW, OR I WILL SEDATE YOU!" Leonard screamed into Spock's face, obviously forgetting that it was night time, and he would wake up everybody.
"I'm willing to take that chance, Doctor." Spock said, sounding dangerous. It was then that Kirk decided to help Leonard, and he edged out of the bed, glad that Leonard and Spock were facing the wall, not the bed. He silently crept towards the shelves, still unseen.
He quietly read the labels, and picked one that was strong enough to knock a Vulcan out. He thanked the requisite course he had to take in Starfleet for necessary medical information. He tip-toed over to Spock's back, and swiftly planted the hypo into Spock's neck. Spock, oblivious anything but Leonard, simply collapsed on top of Leonard a few seconds later. Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, and went back into Doctor mode.
"Jim? What are you doing up? You should be asleep!" Leonard crossed his arms. He then looked down at the unconscious Vulcan sitting in his lap and sighed. "Are you steady enough to get him off of me?" Kirk just nodded and yanked the sleeping Vulcan away from Leonard. Leonard rose from the floor, and stretched his limbs.
"Vulcan's are the most rotten things ever to roam around in this galaxy. Who did he think he was?" Leonard noticed that Kirk was gazing at him intently, obviously waiting for him to say something.
"And thank you, Jim. If it wasn't for you waking up, I don't know what would have happened. I might have to take extra strong sedatives everywhere with me now." Jim held out his arms. Leonard looked at them curiously. Jim quickly motioned hugging himself, and Leonard finally got the drift. He collapsed into Jim's arms, and started to shiver.
"Why, Jim? That was practically rape! What would have happened if you hadn't woken up? He was so strong…" Jim just held his friend tighter, not saying anything, partly because his headache was too strong, partly because he didn't want to ruin the moment. He rubbed the quivering back of his friend, and sighed when Leonard put his head on his shoulder. They stood there for a second, with Jim just holding his friend, until Leonard got a hold of himself.
He extracted himself from Jim's warm arms, and wiped his face with the edge of his shirt.
"Get back in bed now, Jim. You need to be okay in the morning for duty." He looked quickly down at the motionless body on the floor, forgotten in the hug session. "Let's get him up on a bed. Let's hope he's not going through pon farr." Jim looked at his friend, silently asking questions, and Leonard just shook his head.
"Never mind. Just help me move him." He took a hold of his arms and Jim caught his legs. They lugged him over to a bed farthest away from Leonard's desk, and released him roughly. Leonard rubbed his aching arms and looked over at Jim pleadingly.
"Can I sleep with you tonight? I just can't…. be near him. What if he tries to?" Jim just hugged his friend again. Leonard chuckled softly, and said quietly, "I take that as a yes."
Jim groaned at a particularly painful pain wave, and Leonard remembered Jim's current hung-over state. He extracted himself from Jim's arms again and dashed over to the medical shelves to get a pain-numbing hypo. Jim moved so his neck was unobstructed and waited patiently as the cold hypo was pressed down on his neck and the plunger pushing down, forcing the needle into his skin.
After the hypo had been administrated, Jim laid down in his bed and held his arm's open. Leonard jumped into them, and they remained like that, with Jim curled over his friend's body, almost protective of the older man. The last thing he heard before falling asleep was, "Thanks again, darling." He loved it when Bones called him darling. He smiled and fell asleep, his best friend right beside him.
