DISCLAIMER: Same as before... See chapter one

Chapter 4

Surprisingly Bones slept well on the ground, wrapped in warmth and the comforting scent of peaches. It reminded him of home, and made him want to sleep forever, right up until he realized how hot he was. Slowly, he opened his eyes to find deep brown eyes groggily looking back at him, only inches from his face.

"What the-! Ahh!" He was so surprised, that he jumped up, falling right back down because he was still wrapped in a sleeping bag. Spock went to stand up as well, but found he couldn't. Looking down, he saw Jim sprawled on his chest, drool dribbling from his mouth and onto Spock's black shirt. He grimaced very, very, very, slightly.

Spock shook him softly which, surprisingly, woke him up. "Wha'?" He sat up sleepily, wiping the drool from his chin. Jim looked around sleepily, doing a double-take upon seeing Bones. "Why are you all the way over there, Bones?"

"Because I'm trying to get as far away from that voyeur as possible," he said, pointing to Spock.

"I am not the voyeur, Doctor."

"What are you insinuating Spock?"

"That-,"

"-That you like his sexy bod!" Jim laughed heartily at the look on Bones' face.

"I do not like his sexy- I mean, I don't like his body."

"Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that." Once again a pine cone type thing was flung at Jim, only this time he was ready, and ducked out of the way. Behind him, however, Spock was not so lucky.

"Did I just get hit in the face with a pine cone?"

Bones squeaked, "No!"

Bones scrambled out of his sleeping bag and away from the Captain and First Officer. Spock also sat up and eyed the doctor with disdain. "Don't move Spock!" Bones held the sleeping bag up in front of his pajamas, as if the clothing was a shield, and backed away.

"As if I would waste the energy required to chase you."

"Fine..." Bones sat back down, looking, to the entire world, disappointed. As he sat down, Bones was hit in the back of the head strong enough to send him tumbling forward. He whipped around in time to see Jim and Spock looking suspiciously innocent. "What the fuck? Who the FUCK just hit me? Jim?" Bones growled lowly, eyes narrowing.

"N-not me, B-Bones." Jim replied, the effort to keep in his laughter turning his face red.

Bones looked to Spock. There was- "No. Way."

"Doctor?" Spock said innocently.

"You did not hit me with that pine cone thing. There is no way!"

"Fascinating."

"Tell me about it!" Jim and Bones cracked up.

After Bones and Jim got over their fit of giggles, which were in no way feminine, they decided to pack up and continue on their trek. "It's such a beautiful day, huh, Spock?"

"It is adequate, Jim." Jim's smile dropped a little as he pushed forward, leaving Spock and Bones behind him.

"Do you have to suck the life out of everything, Spock?" Bones said, watching the young captain walk forward. "He's just a kid, why don't you humor him a little?"

"It is not the Vulcan way," was Spock's reply.

"Is that your standby response for everything? Screw the Vulcan way! He's your friend who you joke with every day, and don't say otherwise because I know that you know that that would be a lie. Not to mention, you're half human Spock. That weird sense of humor has to come from somewhere." Spock raised one eyebrow. "You heard me, ya green-blooded hobgoblin. Your father couldn't joke around even if his life depended on it."

"I would appreciate it, Doctor, if you would refrain from speaking about my father condescendingly."

"Whatever Spock, I see this conversation has not made one difference." With that he jogged up to Jim who had already begun sweating in the planets elevated heat.

"Jim!" Spock raised his voice enough to carry to the men in front of him. Jim looked back over his shoulder. "I do believe that the day is quite beautiful. It nearly rivals Vulcan." Jim was beaming as he turned back around. Bones definitely did not smile, though.