Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.

Jim could hear someone calling for him, but the voice seemed so far away, so he buried his face deeper into whatever his head was on, it smelled like Spock. As the voice called for him again, Jim remembered talking to Spock and realised that he must have dropped off at some point.

'S'okay Spock, 'm still awake.'

'I beg to differ,' came a voice definitively not Spock's.

'Bones,' Jim said bolting upwards, 'what are you... where am I?'

'Spock's quarters, do you remember me telling you that alcohol increases puppy behaviour?'

'Barely,' Jim replied stretching as he yawned.

He noticed Bones watching him with concern.

'Jim, can you remember how you got in here?' at Jim's shake of the head he went on, 'It turns out that there were some unexpected side effects to drinking yesterday and, it might be easier to just show you.'

Jim uncurled himself from his spot on Spock's bed, rabbit falling to the floor as he did so. Stooping for a moment to pick it up, he followed Bones into the bathroom. Jim nearly slipped as he realised that there was water on the floor, quite a lot of water on the floor actually.

'Bones why is there water on the floor?'

'Alcohol dehydrates you and you were thirsty so you...'

'OUT OF THE TOILET?!' Jim exclaimed horrified, heart racing, 'oh god, what did I do?'

'Jim, it's not that bad,' Bones consoled, trying not to laugh, 'the worst damage is in here.'

Jim let Bones lead him into the bedroom and went still. The room was a mess, it had been thoroughly trashed, bedding shredded on the floor, things that had previously been stored on the desk or shelves were now strewn across the floor.

'Turns out that drinking causes you to puppy sleep-walk. Spock came to me today after you two spoke, and he told me that he caught you last night. Looks like this afternoon you went a little postal.'

'I always have nightmares when I talk about that... stuff.'

Bones raised an eyebrow, 'explains why you always sleep right after.'

Jim just stared at the mess, Frank's threat ringing in his ears.

Bones pulled him into a hug, holding him close, 'I know it's a little early for dinner still, but you haven't eaten in over a day and besides, you should entertain your guest.'

Jim broke out of the embrace, looking confused, 'What guest?'

'Admiral Pike's transport was delayed, so we're giving him a lift, and before you ask, I've already briefed him, Spock too since he was with me when we found this. I hope your ok with that.'

'Yeah, Spock seems to be stuck in the middle of all this anyway,' Jim said carefully placing the rabbit on his desk, 'Where are we eating anyway?'

'Observation deck two, but first things first, shower, change of clothes, go.'

Jim obediently showered and changed, making himself presentable to Bones' standards before the two of them left. Spock and Pike were conversing quietly as they arrived, both looking around as they entered. Spock's eyes narrowed in concern, Pike's worry was written across his face.

'So,' said Jim, trying to lighten the mood, 'turns out that it wasn't just my pillow misbehaving.'

Pike smiled and Spock seemed to relax a little.

Pike hugged Jim in greeting, murmuring quietly in Jim's ear, 'you sure you're alright?'

'I'm fine,' Jim muttered back.

'Let's eat, shall we?' Bones suggested.

Jim smiled and joked throughout dinner, while he wasn't busy shoving food into his mouth. Pike gave him disapproving looks at this, one of which promised a lecture on proper eating etiquette later. Bones simply rolled his eyes and ignored Jim's gross lack of table manners, secretly adding more vegetables to his plate when he thought Jim wasn't looking. And Spock, just seemed amused by it all, watching Jim eat in a way that was both comforting and a tad bit creepy at the same time. Conversation flowed for several hours after dinner before Jim called it a night and headed to bed.

'You can't still be tired Sleeping Beauty,' Pike teased.

'No, but I have an early shift tomorrow, not to mention a huge mess in my quarters left to clean up,' Jim laughed over his shoulder.

Upon entering his quarters once more, sleep seemed quite inviting to him once more, so he simply stripped the bed down to its bottom sheet, which was still thankfully intact, and commanded the computer to turn the temperature up a few degrees so that he could simply sleep without a blanket. He sleepily wondered why it wasn't just standard procedure; they'd save a ton in bedding as long as life support was on. Then again, it would probably become a hassle changing the temperature all the time, not that starships ever really got cold.