The following day the rest of the landing party arrived at the Laketown waiting for Spock to arrive. There wasn't a warm welcome but they were given some food at least. And Doctor McCoy was getting worried about Jim who just didn't stop staring at the mountain where the dragon was supposed to be living (or sleeping). That much they had gotten out of the inhabitants, though they weren't very communicative otherwise.
"Stop it, Jim! You're driving me nuts."
"What? I'm not doing anything," Jim answered. He almost snapped at him.
"Maybe you should have done something," McCoy answered calmly. This was as good a moment as any to raise the subject up and they couldn't do anything anyway right now.
Jim stared at him. He clearly didn't know what he was talking about. But McCoy had his attention now.
"You love him. And maybe you should tell him. Get it out in the open."
"He's a Vulcan. He doesn't do love, or feelings in general."
"Really? And because he doesn't do feeling he loses it whenever you get in trouble. Or insists that you are still alive when logic says it's not possible? How many times has there been some small hint of emotion from him and, always only when you are around? You have to talk to each other. You might be surprised, Jim. Really."
Jim was just about to answer his question when suddenly the whole town became busy and people were shouting: "The dragon! The dwarves woke him up!"
Jim turned around so quickly McCoy almost couldn't follow him. And then they saw the dragon coming.
"Bones, get the others, get out of the city and beam back to the Enterprise now! I'll stay here and wait for Spock. Hurry! That's an order."
Reluctantly, McCoy called the others and together they walked out of the township. I have a bad feeling about this, McCoy thought.
Jim stared at the dragon and the mountain and had only one thought on his mind: "Spock! What happened up there?" Then something hit him on the head and everything went blank.