Okay, I know I said I'd get this up on Friday but it's only been Saturday for 26 minutes! Close enough!

When Jim and Bones stepped back onto the bridge, it wasn't nearly as chaotic as before but it certainly wasn't in good shape either. "How's everything going, Spock? Did you find that planet?"

"Affirmative. We shall arrive there in approximately 3.62 hours," Spock replied.

"Excellent. And we'll be able to make it there without falling apart?"

"Most likely."

McCoy didn't like the sound of that. "What'd' ya mean, most likely?"

"Doctor, all the damage to the ship has not yet been accounted for. It is near impossible to account for all of the obstacles we may or may not encounter on our way there. I cannot determine the exact likelihood that we will make it to our destination."

"Alright, Spock, I understand." For once he gave up, not wanting to argue with the half-Vulcan. Not today.

Spock raised his eyebrow but chose to not pursue the matter further. Kirk got back into the captain's seat and looked out at the vastness of space before them. It sure did feel good to not see a Klingon ship.

He stole one quick glance at his first officer and his CMO. He had been so close to losing them today. Well, he had been close to losing everything and everybody, but he was mostly concerned about them, even more so than for himself. What if he never got a chance to tell them how much he needed them? What if he never got to hug them again or play chess with them again? What if he never got to kiss them or—Wait... where did that come from? 'Oh crap,' he thought to himself. 'I'm in love with Bones and Spock. That's just great.'

He sighed audibly before asking, "Spock?" God, he loved the way his name rolled off his tongue. He could say it all day. No, he had to be professional. Well one more time would hurt. "Spock, what do we know about this planet?"

"As I stated earlier, it is presumed to be uninhabited and is relatively unexplored. What we do know is that it is mostly covered in icecaps-"

"Oh, joy," McCoy interrupted sarcastically.

Ignoring the doctor, Spock continued. "The average temperature is negative sixty degrees Fahrenheit. It is much like the continent of Antarctica on Earth. The atmosphere is breathable for us."

"Well then. Looks like we're gonna have to break out our winter coats, gentlemen!" Kirk smiled.

"No way in hell we're going down there Jim! We'll freeze our asses off!" McCoy loudly protested.

Jim turned to face the cantankerous doctor. Bones was so cute when he got annoyed; the anger made his blue eyes twinkle like—No, Jim, professional thoughts! "Oh come on! It'll be fun!"

"What about hypothermia is fun to you?"

"We won't get hypothermia! We'll beam down, get the crystals, and beam right back up. Maybe stop to make a snowman first…"

McCoy glared at him. "I'm a doctor not a kid on winter break."

"Okay, okay, no snowmen but you are beaming down there with Spock and me," said Jim.

Well if Spock was going then maybe McCoy should go. They needed a doctor with them in case one of them got hurt and he only trusted himself to fix them. "Fine," he grumped.

"Doctor," Spock quietly inquired, "what is a snowman?"

Jim made sure to put on as many layers as possible; Bones's rants about hypothermia had started to get to him. He put on long underwear and his regulation undershirt, his normal command shirt, a jacket, the warmest and bulkiest coat that Starfleet issued and the matching snow pants, gloves, and a warm hat. Looking himself over in the mirror he wondered if he still looked attractive under all those clothes.

"It's not like anything's gonna happen," he told himself. "You just need to find some woman who'll sleep with you on the next inhabited planet you go to and you'll be fine. It's not like they'd even like you back anyways." He frowned to his reflection and jumped when his door buzzed. "Uh! Come in!"

The door opened revealing Spock and McCoy who were also dressed for an arctic expedition. "We are needed in the transporter room for beam down," stated Spock.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Just give me a second." He shoved his communicator and phaser into his belt and took one more look at himself in the mirror.

"Come on, Jim, this coat wasn't meant to be worn inside! I'm hotter than hell!" complained McCoy.

'Yeah you are,' thought the dirty little voice in Jim's head. 'Shut up!' he scolded himself.

"On the contrary, Doctor, I find the temperature to be quite comfortable," said Spock.

"You would," McCoy glowered playfully.

"Sorry, I'm ready, let's go," he said, walking out of his room and leading Spock and McCoy down the corridor to the transporter room.

"The transporters are fine, right, Scotty?" Kirk asked he stepped onto the transporter pad.

"Aye, they should be."

"Should be?" McCoy growled. "Oh no, Jim. I'm not transporting on transporters that 'should be' okay! I don't even like to use the ones that are okay! I'm not gonna have my atoms scrambled and lost forever just so we can-"

Jim grabbed Bones by the collar and pulled him onto the pad. "Beam us down!" he yelled before the doctor could get away.

"I hate you, Jim," he sneered as the world sparkled away from view.

"I love you too, Bones," Jim quipped as they rematerialized into a cold white oblivion.

Bones turned away from Jim and winced as the snow whipped at his face. "What kinda god-awful hell is this?"

"'It's a vast swirly wonderland of sparkly white pleasure. Let it fill your senses with cascading fluffy pillows of excitement and comfort as you've never felt before'," quoted Jim.

Spock raised an eyebrow. "Patrick Star, SpongeBob SquarePants, season two, episode sixteen."

"How'd you know that?" asked McCoy.

"I know all the classics, Doctor," he replied.

"Well, gentlemen, let's start looking for that dilithium. The snow may be beautiful but I already can't feel my face," commented Jim.

Spock pulled out his tricorder and began to scan the surrounding area. "There is no dilithium in this location, Captain. I suggest we walk due South and attempt to find some."

"I thought this whole planet was supposed to be covered with it!" argued McCoy.

"I only said that dilithium was abundant. Never that the whole planet was covered with it."

"Stop complaining and have fun, Bones. We'll find some in no time!" said Jim, trying to keep optimistic.

It was after half an hour of scanning and walking with no results that Jim's optimism began to fade. The cold was defiantly getting to him as was a headache and a stomach ache. He was beginning to fall behind Spock and Bones.

"You okay, Jim? You're falling behind," said McCoy as he and Spock stopped and turned around to face their captain.

A few paces behind them Jim was shivering and clutching his stomach. "I dunno, Bones. All the sudden I just started feeling terrible and… oh God I'm gonna be sick."

As Jim gagged and lost his lunch in the snow, Bones and Spock were kneeling at his side instantly. The doctor quickly scanned him with his tricorder. "Damnit, Jim, looks like you've got the flu. That's what you get for skipping your vacinations!"

The pale-faced captain groaned. "Why can't things just go right for once?"

Spock placed a comforting hand on Jim's back which honestly made McCoy a little jealous but he wrote it off as a gesture of caring friendship, not love. "We should beam back up and get you to sickbay," he said.

"No, I'm fine. I honestly feel a lot better now," protested Jim.

"Jim…"

"The doctor is right. You are ill and need rest," Spock told him.

"I'll be alright, guys. Let's just get these crystals and leave. It can't be that much farther," he said, pulling out his tricorder and scanning the area. "Look! There's some dilithium crystals right over there!"

Bones sighed. "Alright but if you get sick again we're beaming right back up, no matter what. Promise?"

"Promise."

They hadn't made it more than ten feet closer to the crystals when Jim was tossing his cookies again. Spock once again took it upon himself to kneel down next to Jim and rub his back soothingly. He hated to see his captain in distress. He told himself that it was the logical thing to do and that he would do it for anyone. But he knew that wasn't true. He would only do it for Jim and maybe Doctor McCoy. He realized that other than his parents, they were the only people he really truly cared for.

Jim rested his forehead in his hands. "Thanks, Spock. And I'm sorry, guys."

"Don't apologize; let's just get you back to the Enterprise." McCoy grabbed his communicator and signaled the Enterprise. "McCoy to Enterprise."

There was only silence in return. "McCoy to Enterprise. Do you read me?" He waited a few more seconds with Jim and Spock staring up at him expectantly. "My damn communicator must be broken. Spock, give me yours."

The half-Vulcan handed McCoy his communicator. "McCoy to Enterprise. McCoy to Enterprise, is anybody there?"

When there was still no reply they all shared a look of horror and confusion, even Spock let a small amount of emotion play across his face as he pulled Jim a bit closer to him. McCoy looked down at them. "Well what the hell do we do now?"

"Mr. Scott, I can't reach Captain Kirk or Spock or Doctor McCoy!" Uhura said in a panicked voice.

Scotty sat up straight in the captain's chair. "What do you mean?"

Uhura looked back down at her consul, desperately trying to get anything to work. "Communications are down, sir!"

Scotty looked at the icy planet on the screen in dismay. "Ach. This is not good…"

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