Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

“What?”

“I said…you’re pregnant,” Bones repeated.

“I heard you.”

“Then why’d you say what?”

“Because…what?”

“Jim.”

“Bones, that’s crazy. I’ve just started the Academy. How am I going to complete all my courses, how am I going to command a ship…how am I going to tell…”

“Spock.”

“Well, duh, but can you give me some…”

“No.” Bones nudged him. “Doorway.”

Jim turned, eyes wide, to see Spock standing in the doorway of the exam room.

“I was told you fainted and were being examined. Are you all right?” Spock rushed toward him.

“Uh.”

“T’hy’la?” When Jim did not answer at once, Spock looked to McCoy. “Doctor?”

“He’s fine, Spock. You don’t need to worry.” Bones patted Jim’s arm. “I’m going to go get you a peanut butter milkshake. Give you a chance to talk.”

Spock watched Bones go. He looked back to Jim. “What?”

“Well, Spock, it’s like this…”