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Characters: Sulu (POV), Kirk, McCoy, Spock

Genre: Friendship, Humor

Summary:Blood was pouring in a steady flow from Kirk's nose. Great. McCoy was going to kill him.

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Hikaru Sulu stretched comfortably, plugging his arms into the sky as he bobbed in the waves on his surfboard.

He was really enjoying this shoreleave. The Captain had brought them to Risa, and had somehow managed to secure the entirety of one of the nicest resorts on the vacation planet for the crew. He was grateful, as the resort seemed to have everything available for their enjoyment, including surfboards and beautiful ocean waves.

He had not been surfing in years, but he had settled into the comfort of his old hobby easily, and had managed to catch a few waves this morning.

"See anything Sulu?"

He glanced to his left, where Captain Kirk was bobbing on a surfboard nearby, looking eagerly over his shoulder. Kirk had come jogging into the surf and had clumsily paddled his way in, looking for all the world like an eager puppy when he had asked, "Teach me Sulu?" Of course, Sulu had agreed, and had found the Captain to be a surprisingly good pupil, just as he was with fencing. He was eager, and caught on quick, and on top of all that he was absolutely fearless.

"Not yet sir." Sulu replied glancing over his shoulder. He took a moment to look back at the beach. He could see Pavel and Dr. McCoy playing beach volleyball with a few security Ensigns. Scotty was with the rest of the oddballs in Engineering, enjoying some alcohol despite the early hour. Even Spock had made it out on the beach. He was currently sitting cross-legged in the sand next to Uhura, clad in a tunic and long loose pants, and reading an old paperback earth novel. Uhura was stretched out on her stomach, apparently asleep.

Sulu glanced back over his shoulder again, and saw a beautiful wave building behind him. "This one, sir." He said, grinning over at his Captain, who rolled his eyes.

"This is shoreleave, Sulu. My name is Jim." Sulu nodded as he stretched out on the board and began to paddle furiously. He caught the wave perfectly, and stood and rode it straight and true. Jim had caught it too, and was grinning as he balanced carefully on his long surfboard.

Sulu saw it coming the moment before it happened. The front tip of Kirk's board wavered just a little, and Kirk lost his balance. In his attempt to regain control, he overcompensated, and flipped headfirst over the front of his board, his body tumbling in the wave.

Sulu dove off the side of his board without thinking, hitting the water with the grace of a long time swimmer. He reached out and felt relief rush through him as his hand found a solidly muscled arm. He kicked forward, wrapped his other arm around Kirk's chest, and kicked for the surface.

They broke the surface, Sulu breathing heavily, panting as he hauled the spluttering captain back towards shore.

"I'b fine, Sulu." The captain was mumbling thickly.

Sulu's feet finally found solid ground, and he kept a firm hold on the wavering Captain, steadily keeping to his right side. That had been his first fall, and the first one was always a bit of shock. And there was always some blood involved he thought, ruefully, as he glanced at the captain's face.

Blood was pouring in a steady flow from Kirk's nose. Great. McCoy was going to kill him.

"Damnit, Jim!" , a gruff southern-accented voice shouted. Dr. McCoy had abandoned his beach volleyball game and was running down to the water. He glanced back over his shoulder, barking at Chekov. "Go get my medkit from my room!"

McCoy reached Jim's left side, and hauled the young Captain's arm over his shoulder, shaking his head as he got a good look at the nose.

"I knew this was a bad idea. Damnit, Jim, you can't even go on vacation without hurting yourself." He groused as he helped Sulu finish hauling Kirk back to the beach.

"I'b fine Bones." Kirk mumbled, shaking himself free and lifting his hands to try to stem the flow.

"Sit down before you fall down, you rash idiot!" McCoy spat, nodding his thanks to Chekov as he accepted his medkit with one hand and pushed Kirk down by the shoulder with the other.

Sulu knelt on Kirk's right side, trying not to hover, and wondering at McCoy's ability to do twelve things at once. Currently the Doctor was examining Jim's nose carefully with one hand and pulling out a compress and a hypo with other.

Kirk paled at the sight of the hypo. "It's just a nosebleed Bones." McCoy just rolled his eyes and occupied himself with examining the rest of Jim for injuries.

"What has happened?"

The cool voice behind him startled Sulu, and he jumped a little, glancing up. Spock was kneeling next to McCoy, his dark eyes focused steadily on the Captain's bloody face. Sulu thought he was never going to get used the Vulcan's ability to appear out of nowhere.

Wordlessly, McCoy handed Sulu the compress as he pulled out his tricorder, confirm whatever his careful physical examination had told him. Sulu carefully pressed the compress to Jim's nose, much to Jim's chargrin. "Jim was being stupid. Of course." McCoy muttered.

The Captain shot a pleading look at Spock who raised an eyebrow. "The Captain seems to have been learning a new skill. I see nothing 'stupid' in this pursuit."

"Nothing stupid, huh you hobgoblin? The idiot broke his nose and cracked a rib."

"Then he has indeed been fortunate this day, for it seems he often acquires more serious injuries than this in trivial pursuits of knowledge."

Sulu couldn't help himself, Spock's cool reply sent him into helpless fits of laughter as Dr. McCoy scowled and jammed a hypo into Jim's neck.