"Boooooooones, c'mon, I need to get out of this bed." Jim whined up at the CMO.

"No, Jim, I bet you can't even make it to the window." McCoy replied.

Jim pouted, "At least let me try. Plus, if my legs are that weak, don't I need to make them stronger by using them?"

"His theory is sound, Doctor." The familiar, monotone voice caused both patient and doctor to turn to the newcomer.

"Thank you, Spock." Jim smiled, pleased to have someone on his side.

Bones sighed, "Fine, fine."

Jim smirked and moved so his legs would be off the side of the bed. The hand-restraints had been ignored after the first few crew visits. The Captain stood for all of 1.593 seconds before his legs gave out. Both the CMO and the XO were by his sides, holding him up before he hit the floor. They helped him up and Jim was irritated that they had to. He should be able to walk on his own. He scowled.

"Jim, you have been in bed for approximately 27 days without moving about, it is logical that your legs are in a weakened state." Spock stated.

"Screw logic." Jim muttered in irritation.

"I know you screw everything else, Jim, but you can't screw logic." Bones said.

Jim shot his CMO a glower. Spock watched quietly with his hands clasped behind his back, "Perhaps it would be wise to start having the Captain partake in physical therapy? It might even have a positive effect upon his memory."

"Alright, fair point, Spock. I'll see about getting him started in that ASAP." Dr. McCoy nodded.

"And Doctor?" The First Officer said.

"Yeah, Spock?" The Doctor asked.

"Jim has proven on many occasions to, as you both have stated, 'screw logic' and succeeded simply by ignoring the plain facts that logic had represented him." Spock reminded.

The Captain laughed as Bones sighed once more.

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For Jim, the next week passed much the same as the one before. However, physical therapy took most of his time rather than visits and games of chess. The human Captain was forced to take it slower than he wished, though he proved to be quicker at gaining his feet than was deemed likely for the amount of time he had been out. The man was a slinky. By the end of the week, he was more than capable of walking to the window but definitely not fit for a jog as well as capable of remembering a few items that had occurred.

His meals had upgraded with his progress, slow but steadily thicker. Jim knew the day he could eat steak without more than normal complaints from Bones was coming soon.

Being needed far less by his Captain, Spock found himself immersed in research about the former's condition. An off-handed comment by Jim had sent the half-Vulcan seeking out a film. Spock and Nyota had made a date of watching the two-thousand-four Sandler-Barrymore film for the first time.

The Communications Officer had joked that they should make a similar thing for Jim as Sandler had Barrymore's character. Spock, of course, took it as a serious suggestion and did just that, with some help from the Enterprise's crew.

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James Tiberius Kirk stared up at the dark haired man in a red butterfly-like mask. High cheek bones and a stoic chin rested below it. Jim could imagine a brow having risen when the man bowed and offered a gloved hand.

He took the proffered appendage and was lead amidst the crowd. Their eyes had met and absorbed each other, sky meeting dirt. At first, the music they danced to was usual ball music, but it had grown into the most romantic tones the Captain had ever heard. Unlike those around, Jim and his partner did not adjust to the music. They didn't talk. They didn't have to.

Gravity shifted and drew Jim's lips to a centimeter from the man's. Their eyes were a never ending sunset. The taller's hand caressed Jim's cheek, causing an electric sensation to run through Jim. The Captain's instinct took over for a couple of moments and caused him to put his fore and middle fingers to the man's lips. Green dust was soon scattered under the red mask. The dark haired gentleman took Jim's hand and their lips me-

"OW! MOTHER FUCK!" Jim bolted to a sit, hand on his neck, "Shit, Bones! The hell?!"

"Your heart rate was too high, kid." Bones shrugged.

"I was having a good dream." Jim snapped. Bones looked unimpressed and, with an eyeroll, he shook his head.

"Do you even remember the dream?" McCoy asked.

Jim thought for a moment or two before shaking his head with a frown, "Why can't I remember it? Are the crew and ship okay?"

Author's Note:I am submitting this because today is Spirk Day(aka the day the TOS episode Amok Time came out) and I thought it would be a good thing to respect the 47th anniversary of this episode.

If anyone actually does care about this fan fiction, the they should review so that I know I am not wasting my time posting this fan fiction. If no one reviews in the next two months, I will pull the entirety of this fan fiction down.

~Nobu