Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.

Kirk didn't notice when the others reacted to his actions, absorbed in his boredom, it had been a boring day, not being able to move properly was rather annoying. He jumped off the bed and headed to the door, walking out only after checking to see if McCoy was following him, ignoring the stab of pain from jarring his shoulder. He knew his way to McCoy's quarters and was there in no time.

'Jim,' McCoy called, 'I have to pick something up from sickbay, will you be alright for ten minutes or so?'

Jim snorted and nodded, seriously he had been on his own most of the day, ten more minutes wouldn't hurt. McCoy let him in and departed back to sickbay, while Jim explored the doctors quarters fully. There was a hint of something in the air that was somehow familiar, and it quickly began to bug him. Following his nose, Jim traced the source of the smell to a cupboard that wasn't closed properly, like it had been shut in a hurry. Curious, Jim pulled it open with his paw, the hastily put away object tumbling out onto the floor as he did so. The object turned out to be a bottle, filled with what Kirk now recognised as whiskey. Damn good whiskey.

Jim was caught, there was no way Bones was going to be happy if he drank his alcohol, but then again, he doubted that the man would miss a sip or two. Jim manoeuvred the bottle so that it sat between his paws, the cap within bitting distance. He hesitated, he had no idea how his body would react, and it probably wasn't a good idea to start drinking at this time of day, but what the hell.

He gripped the cap between his teeth and slowly tipped his head, unscrewing the lid slightly. He let go and repeated the process until the lid was loose enough for the contents to spill out from under it. Kirk sipped the amber liquid, not stupid enough to gulp it down; it would be such a waste of good brew. It had such an intriguing flavour, not like he remembered and he wasn't too sure if he could describe it. He waited a few moments to see if there were any sudden effects, and discovering none, bar the forming of a "happy buzz", took another sip. Several sips later and the bottle slipped, lid coming fully off and the contents spilling out. Kirk began lapping it up and jumped when he heard a voice behind him.

'What do you think you're doing?'

Kirk spun around and saw Bones in the doorway, only to have the room continue spinning after he stopped. Uncoordinated on his feet, Kirk tried to sit and fell over.

'You're drunk,' a statement, not a question.

Jim was inclined to agree, the nauseas bile threatening to make an appearance. Bones scooped him up and deposited him in the shower, just in time for him to throw up. Bones muttered something under his breath.

A/N: I like being on holiday, I have a dog to play with again. Unfortunately, I don't think me sister will let me keep him. :(