A bit of silliness in a day that needs it.

“Hey. I thought you were at the Federation President’s inauguration.”

Jim eyed Bones as he entered his code for his quarters on the Enterprise.

He coughed. “I’m sick.”

Uninvited, Bones followed him inside. “How come I wasn’t notified?’

“Admiral Keyes told me I really should make an effort to attend,” Jim deadpanned. “I can’t stand him.”

“Keyes or the new president?” Bones asked as he pulled out his medical tricorder.

“Take your pick. So, I’ve got the flu. Spock went in my place.”

“You made Spock go?”

Jim shrugged. “He volunteered seeing how I have a fever and all.”

“Hmm. I don’t show a fever.”

“Must have broken,” Jim said innocently.

“Sometimes we have to put aside our distaste for—”

“Weren’t you invited too, Bones?”

Bones stared at him. “There’s an outbreak of the flue onboard I had to be here for.”

“Yep.” Jim laughed. “I’ve heard about that.”

“Okay, okay. You win. Spock’s a better husband than you deserve that’s for sure.”

Jim pulled out a decanter of whiskey and two glasses. “I’ll drink to that.”