35. Contest
Uhura looked up at the sound of a door swishing open and watched Jim and Spock walk into the Medbay. The captain came to a halt in front of the sickbay bed and crossed his arms. Uhura stood at the end, trying not to giggle as she looked down at her friends. Scotty, Sulu and Chekov sat in a line on the bed, bruised, bloody and generally messed up.
Jim rubbed at his eyes tiredly. "Again."
"Captain…"
"Again?"
Spock stepped in, putting a hand on his arm. "Captain, perhaps you should let Mr. Scott tell you what happened."
"I know what happened! My senior officers got into another bar brawl while on shore leave and this time not with Klingons-which that at least I could understand-but instead you started a fight with fellow Starfleet officers!"
"Captain, ye did not hear what they were saying about the ship!"
Jim glared at his engineer. "Scotty, you can't attack anyone who insults the Enterprise."
"They said that their ship could out maneuver us!" Chekov piped up.
"It's not a damn contest!"
"They called you an idiot?" Sulu tried.
Throwing his hands in the air, Jim stalked off. Spock raised an eyebrow at the shamefaced men and followed his captain out into the hallway. They walked in silence for a long minute, Spock with his hands behind his back and Jim smiling broadly.
"I have the best damn crew ever."
"Indeed."