A/N: Wow I'm updating this one fast! All my wonderful reviewers are giving me inspiration and ideas all the time so keep it up! I have a feeling this is going to be a good length story. =3

Coastiewife465: Well I wish you well there. =] Oh I know. For a doctor who should have some knowledge of psychology, Bones is an idiot.

Banbi-V: Bones should most definitely run. =D And yes I do.

Passionfornight: Well I didn't see Pike as being someone overly sappy with others or too brash. Spock most definitely would not condone the violence.

Lost-Remembrance: You never have to wait long with me. =D

Lady Lupindawn: Haha no he won't think like that. Well he won't really have time to think… It won't make you cry as much. Well maybe once or twice. But not like A Walk To Remember and not the same reasons. I couldn't resist emotional Spock. Jim's already his best friend for the most part and he doesn't like needless violence.

LadyVulcan471: Well you see, Spock has his reasons. As explained below. =D MUAHAHAHA! Bones and Jim will straighten it out. By the end of this chapter, they'll have to.

Bones raised his head and his hazel eyes met Spock's brown ones. In a split second, there was a pale, well trained Vulcan hand lifting him off the ground by his collar.

"Spock, what the Hell are you doing?!" McCoy looked confused and angry.

"Spock, I order you to put him down!" Jim's voice was as commanding as he could make it. There was just a hint of panic.

"Captain, what Doctor McCoy did was highly illogical! I recommend he be put in the brig." Spock bared his teeth as he pushed Bones against a wall. What the Hell was going on here?

"Spock, your recommendation is denied. Release Doctor McCoy." Spock made no move to obey his C.O. Jim placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's ok Spock. It was my fault. Just let him go."

"Captain, that is highly illogical!"

"Jim what the Hell is going on here?!" McCoy growled at the figure behind his attacker.

"I asked Spock here to help with the plan. He asked what happened with us and I told him I didn't want to talk about it so I let him mind-meld." Jim shrugged. "Commander Spock I order you, under penalty of court martial to release Doctor McCoy." After a moment of hesitation, Spock released the Chief Medical Officer and backed away. Jim took his hand off the Vulcan's shoulder. Both men were clearly enraged and with every right on both parts. Jim was the only one not pissed off. He was quite serene in fact.

"Doctor McCoy, under Starfleet regulation four hundred ninety seven, section C, subsection eleven, paragraph two, assaulting one's commanding officer is punishable by court martial and up to twenty years in the brig." Spock was still seething.

"Spock, it's none of your goddamn business! And for your information, as CMO, I am your commanding officer when you're medically unsound! Mentally, that means now." McCoy smirked as Spock colored in anger. The Vulcan and McCoy charged at the same time. Jim stepped between them and earned himself a few good bruises as he tried to force the two apart. He'd never seen Spock so angry. At some point feet got tangled and all three fell to the ground. As Jim shook his head and tried to push himself up, the other two sprang up and continued their argument.

"Doctor McCoy, violence of that caliber against the Captain was highly illogical and idiotic on your part!" Spock got in McCoy's face, malice in his eyes.

"I don't give a damn what you think! This ain't your business you green blooded hobgoblin!" McCoy was just as cooked at this point. Jim just lay on the floor and watched.

"Jim is my friend as well and when he is hurt to such a degree by someone whom claims to be his best friend that is my business."

"Really?" McCoy's mouth twisted into a sick smirk. It was apparent that he had had something to drink before arriving. That did not bode well for the matter of his inhibitions or at this point, the lack thereof. "Well did you happen to see the kid lyin' to me in that little view of yours? Huh? Didya see him make a fool of me?"

Jim kept his face neutral as he stood and calmly turned around. The two combatants did not take any notice. He was tired of this endless fighting. He walked to his bed as something close to "bastard son of a" was shouted at someone. Picking up his PADD, he walked to his bathroom and closed the door, locking it. He sat on the toilet and pulled up the message screen. Might as well let the two of them beat the Hell out of each other. He opened a text window and typed in Uhura's name.

Kirk: Uhura, are you busy at the moment?

Uhura: What do you want Jim?

Kirk: Oh good, you're still on board. I thought you might have gone down on leave.

Uhura: I repeat, what do you want Kirk?

Kirk: Oh nothing. Just bored. Locked away in my bathroom.

Uhura: And why are you locked in your bathroom?

Kirk: Because your fiancé and Bones are killing each other in my quarters.

Uhura: WHAT?! I'll be there in two seconds.

Jim exited the window for the second time that day and put the PADD on the floor. Then he took two towels from his storage unit and laid them in his shower. Everyone had abandoned the old water showers but Jim. He found them relaxing and opted to keep his. Once the shower was amply padded, he laid down. "Lights off." Then he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

Kirk heard a bang against his locked door as what was presumably be the two embroiled men, collided with it. Then Uhura stormed in and heated words were exchanged and then all fighting stopped. No one knocked on his door. No one said anything through the door. He heard some talking and then the door to his quarters opened again. He couldn't tell if someone had entered or exited so instead he just went to sleep, curled up in the shower.

When he awoke a few hours later, Jim was no better rested than before. In fact, he had gotten less rest than ever as nightmares of every length and variety plagued his mind. He heard talking outside the door so he assumed that people were still out there.

"Why God? Why are there still people out there?" He whispered to himself with a hint of humor. Why humor? Well if he didn't laugh at this point, he'd invariably go insane. Ordering the lights on, Jim stood up and looked in the mirror. He had a black eye and a split lip but nothing too bad. A bit of blood had run down his chin from his lip. It looked like it took a while to stop bleeding. He took a face cloth and wet it with cool water to clear the dried fluid from his face. Jim didn't blame Spock though why he was defending Jim was mildly puzzling. He didn't really blame McCoy either. A few drinks were warranted when you find out your best friend is sick. The only person Jim Kirk blamed was himself. If he had kept his mouth shut, none of this would have happened. Too late for that now.

Kirk grabbed his PADD and opened the door. "Glad to see people still listen to me around here." He smirked when the three of them jumped. Spock and McCoy were sitting apart from each other with Uhura in the middle of them. She was crying. Jim's smile fell. The two men looked up and winced at Jim's face.

"Captain, I apologize for your injuries. I should not have become so enraged." Spock wasn't completely injury free. He had a few good bruises and cuts and a bandage on his wrist told Jim he probably sprained it. Jim shrugged.

"It's ok."

"Jim, I'm sorry for earlier." McCoy had a black eye and looked a bit worse than Spock. Jim felt a perverse satisfaction. Instead of speaking he just nodded.

"Kirk, I'm so sorry! I forgot you had locked yourself in there. And… I know about everything. I'm so, so sorry." Nyota stood and crossed the room, enveloping Jim in a hug. Boy did he feel awkward.

"It's ok Lieutenant. I understand." She released him and went back to her seat. Jim took his desk chair and spun it around, straddling it. No one said anything for a while. Suddenly the door chime rang. It seemed to be a day of visitors. Jim opened the door only to have his jaw fall. McCoy leapt from his chair. How in the Hell… this day just got better and better.

"Joanna!" Bones swept his daughter up in his arms. Jim got a headache.

This was going to be interesting.

A/N: And so the plot thickens! Muahahaha! Time to use small children as an awesome plot device. =D R'n'R pretty please.

-Bunny