The turbulence knocked McCoy to the ground although Spock managed to remain standing.

"I… ah… need a hand up," McCoy admitted ruefully.

Spock stilled.

The doctor had never requested help before. On assignments, for the crew, for Jim –yes. For himself? Never

Spock felt a most un-Vulcan like surge of pride and joy. He was honoured to be trusted to such a degree.

He reached down a hand willingly to his much beloved friend.

So he was doubly surprised when he received a hard yank and fell ungainly beside the doctor.

McCoy laughed delightedly.

"Knew you'd fall for me eventually."