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[If the room would stop spinning Captain Kirk would tell his first officer exactly what he thinks of that little remark. As it is...]

You look...greener than normal.

That is because Vulcan blood is green, Captain. [He pulls Kirk to his feet, supporting him easily. Now if they can get out of the bar before the Tribbles multiply and block their way..]

I know that. But--

[Frown. Give him a moment to get his feet underneath him so that Spock isn't all but carrying him.]

You got hurt? I thought...I'm sorry. Let's go before th'Andorians come back.

[He tries to walk off ahead of Spock and immediately stumbles into the wall of the bar, tripping over one of the furry critters. Oh, this is sure to end well. A more than likely concussed Kirk and a room full of very underfoot and eagerly multiplying fuzzballs.]

[Stubborn, thy name is Jim Kirk. Spock allows him to at least try and get out of there under his own power but the moment Kirk trips over a tribble Spock is at his side again and this time he won't he shaken free.]

There is no need to apologize. You were in danger, I intervened to prevent a Klingon from stabbing you. [Rather forcefully throwing himself into said bar brawl, but that's a story for another time. Or never.] Agreed.

Doctor McCoy will be on standby in sickbay. [And will work himself up into one of his fits again when he discovers that not only the Captain but the First Officer were in a bar fight of all things.]

Put me down Spock--

[He's not drunk, but that slight slur definitely is adding evidence to the 'concussed' hypothesis. It's impossible to see the floor now, covered in tribbles like it is.]

I coulda handled myself.

[Had been, even, until he'd gotten thrown headfirst behind the bar before the Klingon decided Jim's kidney would like a room with a view.

It's worth noting that these arguments, while undoubtedly petulant and illogical, are at least not accompanied by Jim wriggling anymore. He's resigned himself to leaning his head on his first officer's shoulder in a desperate attempt to keep the bar from spinning while he's supported. This is as well behaved as Jim Kirk has ever been.

He must be pretty hurt.]

I am not disputing that fact, Jim. [That should be a clear indication regarding his sentiment at the moment, but given Kirk's concussion, he's not likely to notice much.

So he keeps him close and against him as they stagger out of the bar.]

Once we are outside I will have us beamed directly into sickbay.

Bones is gonna yell at you for getting hurt.

[As if he won't be having conniptions about the state Jim's in too. His quiet murmur more a testament to his apology from before for letting Spock get involved in the first place. Jim was the wise guy who said this dive was fine and there was nothing to worry about.

Now look at where they are.]

What're we going to do about th'tribbles?

[Still trying to plan, but noticeably wincing when they pass under one of the only remaining functional lights as Spock attempts to navigate the fuzzy stairs. His head is killing him and everything smells like fucking tribble.]

[Spock has to carefully navigate the rapidly widening sea of Tribbles and keep Kirk on his feet.] Doctor McCoy's default manner is to yell at anyone who is injured.

We will have to deal with that once you are back aboard and being attended to Jim.

He worries 'bout us.

[Jim's head is pounding to the point where he can feel his own heartbeat in the tips of his ears. Despite that, the captain can feel his grip on consciousness starting to falter. He can't pass out here. Or at all, really.

They're not finished.]

Ge. Th'ship..

[He's dead weight now.]

[By the time Jim wakes up, his settings have changed. No longer at the bar, no longer ankle deep in a Tribbles and more importantly no longer concussed.

Bones will tell the Captain, after informing him that he's an idiot, that Spock carried him back to the ship, brought him to Sickbay and went back down to the planet to deal with the Tribbles before the Klingons went to war.]

[Captain Kirk doesn't tend to thrash himself awake. For as high energy and boisterous of a person as he usually is, he's eerily still when his eyes snap open. Taking in his surroundings. Deeming it safe to move and make others aware he's woken up.

This isn't the dive they were at. The aches and pains he remembers are a foggy distant memory replaced by nothing more than a slight stiffness in his muscles that attest to how long he's been asleep.]

Spock was hurt, too.

[He doesn't bother trying to argue with his best friend about whether or not Jim was an idiot. That fact won't dislodge itself from his mind. Spock was hurt.]

Where is he now? I need--

[They don't want him trying to get out of the bed, but Jim is a hard man to dissuade, especially when he's worried about someone.]

[And it's Jim's stubborn nature that has McCoy bellowing into the comm for Spock to get his ass down to sickbay before Kirk pulls "another idiotic stunt".

Four minutes. It's probably a record as Spock makes a direct line to Kirk's bedside.]

Captain. Jim.
I am unharmed. [Which only draws a snort from McCoy because he "sure as hell didn't come to sickbay that way".]

[There's fire in Jim's eyes as he argues with McCoy to let him up so he can do his goddamned job--a fire that dies down when Spock makes his entrance and looks remarkably ordinary compared to how Jim remembered him being when he was last awake.]

Spock--you're. You're fine.

[Bones throws his hands up in the air. As if he hadn't said so ten dozen times in the time it took the commander to get down here himself. Grumble. He's going to get his tricorder and run some scans and Jim better be there when he comes back with said device.

Jim's hand reaches out and touches his first officer's sleeve gently. He's even changed into clean garments.]

I'm sorry. I--You had to handle all of that. I mean.

[Pull yourself together, captain. He clears his throat.]

Status report?

[Spock doesn't pull away from the touch. In fact he closes his hand gently around Kirk's. With McCoy out of the room, he can allow himself a small display of affection.]

The Tribbles have been placed into stasis. The Klingons are on route back to their home world.

I have handled matters, Captain. Please. Rest.