A\N - So here is the first prompt I have chosen! I will try to update and post at least one a week. I have a running list but feel free to let me know if you have any you would like me to write. Thank you! And remember I love to hear from you. :)

"Well, if you had woken up the first time I kicked you, I wouldn't have had to do it again."

Jim had been rudely woken by a Starfleet boot kicking him in the ribs. Painfully. He was laying face first on a stone floor. The rough surface scratched at his cheek as he tried to move his head to a more comfortable position. He was able to turn his head around enough to get a better look at their surroundings.

They were currently in a small box with iron bars on all sides. A narrow door was the only break in the framework of the cell. Jim rested his head back down on the cold floor as his vision began to swim. He could feel his hands securely tied behind him. He took a minute to recover and looked at Bones leaning against the bars a few feet away.

"What happened?"

Bones glared at him from across the cell. He could almost feel the irritation and anger being directed towards him. Whatever he had done this time had earned him detainment and a kick in the ribs that he was sure had been a little harder than necessary.

"What happened? What happened is you hit on the Matron's daughter. Good God man, did you not even glance at the mission briefing? That family has reigned over this planet for 36 generations. It has take over a year to get them to even agree to an audience with the Federation. The common people are not even allowed eye contact with them. And what do you do? You start chattin' up the first girl you see who just happened to be the oldest daughter, heir to the whole damn planet..."

"Bones.."

"Somehow you introducing yourself is a pick-up-line all its own. So they of course hit you with...I dont know some kind of stun stick thing, you will be fine by the way, and drag me along with you down to this god-"

"Bones! Will you shut up for one second!" His head was pounding and he still had his face dug into the floor. Mercifully, Bones paused in his scolding but continued to sulk. Jim wiggled and shifted so he was lying on his side, facing his angry CMO.

"I'm sorry ok? It was just a misunderstanding. I'm sorry you got mixed up in this." Jim closed his eyes and rested his head on the floor once again. Bones was quiet for another minute.

He considered continuing his rant but his Captain looked pretty miserable already. He sighed. He started scooting around until his hip bumped into the top of Jim's head. Jim opened his eyes and looked up at him.

"Come on and rest your head. I know its killing you."

"It's fine really."

Bones rolled his eyes, "In a pigs eye. Headaches are you go to symptom for everything. Not hush it and rest. We are going to have to make a daring escape or you will have to explain yourself to Spock once he gets us turned loose. Either way your going to need your strength."

Jim sighed and worked his head up on Bones' lap. It was way better than the floor.