“How many times is this, Jim?”
“I don’t know, Bones. One hundred? You tell me.”
Bones frowned. “Not funny.”
“I’m not trying to be. Bones—”
“Spock’s here, so…”
Bones moved away and Jim sighed, staring up at the ceiling of the medbay. He’d have to smooth it over later with his best friend. And hell, it wasn’t like he’d tried to fall off that cliff. Or take Spock with him. That had been all Spock.
“So, let’s go back to the ship and…”
And as the ground gave way beneath him, Spock charged at him to prevent the fall, and they ended up falling to the ground below…together.
Jim was just glad Spock hadn’t been as seriously hurt as he was.
Spock was there now, by his bedside. He looked like a cross between concerned and furious. Jim didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.
When Spock merely stared at him blankly, Jim had a panicked moment where he wondered if he had dreamed that he and Spock were a-well-a thing.
But Spock stepped closer, reached for Jim’s hand, and held it.
“Never do that again.”
Jim smiled. “Okay.”
They both knew he probably would. But still.
Spock leaned down and kissed him.
He felt better already.