Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.
Spock was almost certain that the noises coming from the captain's chair were not of an alarming nature. The other crew members were seemingly finding amusement in Kirk's actions, although as to what, Spock could not determine, he made a mental note to ask about it later.
'He's acting like a real puppy,' Nyota murmured in an undertone to Spock.
He glanced over at her, and saw her watching Kirk out of the corner of her eye.
'Has he not displayed that kind behaviour before?'
'That was different, that was reacting to what was happening around him.'
'He may not realise that he is making the noises that he is,' Spock observed.
'There's a worry, he may not be losing the puppyness, rather the human in him.'
'I will take him to McCoy then,' raising his voice he added, 'Lieutenant Uhura you have the conn.'
Kirk looked up at him as he spoke and Spock tilted his head, indicating that Kirk should follow him. The pup jumped off the seat and followed him out, somehow managing to avoid getting tangled in the trailing bandage.
'Captain, are you aware of the amount of noise you have been making?'
Kirk tilted his head to the side.
'You keep... growling as you...,' Spock trailed off as Kirk ignored him in favour of battling the bandage again.
Reaching down, Spock quickly relieved the pup of the material wrapped around his body.
'Nyota commented that you seemed to be acting more like a real puppy rather your normal self, I wish to take you to McCoy to be looked over.'
The pup seemingly sighed in frustration and nodded dejectedly, following with many yearning looks over his shoulder.
'What's this,' said McCoy on their arrival, 'he still drunk?'
Spock cast a look at Kirk, the way he sat in the corner, tail between his legs, like he knew he was in trouble.
'He has been behaving less human as of late.'
'Ah, I thought that might happen.'
Spock raised his eyebrow.
'The alcohol in his system is acting like a blocker to his higher, more human, brain functions, as the alcohol leaves his system, he should be back to normal, hopefully with two legs instead of four.'
Kirk wondered over and sat, looking expectantly at Bones then back down to the floor, as if were expecting something.
'Don't look at me like that, you did this to yourself.'
'Doctor I believe he wants something from you.'
Kirk pawed at McCoy's shoe expectantly, causing the doctor to crouch down to the pup's level. Kirk put his paws on McCoy's knee and sniffed. McCoy reluctantly pulled what looked to be chocolate out of his pocket.
'Chocolate is bad for dogs,' McCoy said turning to leave.
Kirk sat on the floor, looking down, shoulders hunched, and letting out a whine. McCoy paused, broke off a small piece and offered it to the pup.
'You're lucky I have a soft spot.'