[TWBI] Drunk
Title: Drunk
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 2,150
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: This is not the first illogical action I have ever participated in because of James Tiberius Kirk. I doubt it will be the last. Masterlist
Previous: Vulcan Language Lesson
An hour after Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy beamed back to the Enterprise, I was finalizing my report on the Captain's most recent bluffing match with Balok, an alien of the First Federation, and how his fabrication of corbomite matter and his act of mercy lead to this peaceful First Contact. I was completing the forms required to allow Lt. Bailey to stay as an informal cultural attaché and observer when my quarter's comm. whistled.
"Spock here."
"Spock," the Captain drawled. I could tell by his voice that he was heavily intoxicated. Considering Alpha shift only finished thirty minutes ago, I was at a loss to how he managed to become so inebriated so quickly. I would accuse him of drinking while on duty but I know he respects his rank and crew enough to restrain himself from doing it, no matter what his reputation may say otherwise.
"Yes, Captain?"
He does not respond.
I wonder for a moment if he has passed out before remembering that our shift had ended. I exhale heavily. At least he still has some mental capacity. "Yes, Jim?"
"Can you come and… come and pick me up?"
My eyebrow rises. "You wish for me to carry you? Are you injured?"
"Wha? No, no. No… I just," he pauses, "can you help me back to my… my room?"
I was unaware that my duties as First Officer would expand to include dragging my Captain back to his quarters when he was too drunk to stand. "What about the doctor?"
He does not say anything for a moment, either because he is hesitating or merely processing my words. "He's," he slurs, "asleeping."
Asleeping? Dr. McCoy is also heavily intoxicated.
"I… I'd call my yeoman, yanno… but… yeah."
"You would prefer as few people as possible seeing you in such a state."
"Exa- yes."
My eyebrow twitches in a twinge of annoyance. I resist the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose. I consider leaving him to find his own way, but the crew's perception of their Captain is important to running the ship efficiently. I am also not spiteful. "What is your whereabouts?"
"Briefing Room D. No, C. Wait... Yes, D."
"Do not move. I will come to retrieve you."
"You're welcome," he mutters before cutting the communication.
I leave my quarters and walk towards the turbolift. While I am unsure as to how he ended up in Briefing Room D, which is down near the science labs, it should be easy to take him to his quarters without being seen by any crewmembers. The science area's hallways are normally sparsely populated during the beginning of shifts when science officers are filing initial progress reports on the experiments they have presently taken over.
When I enter Briefing Room D, the captain is sitting near the computer terminal, head resting on his arms. He looks to be sleeping.
"Jim?"
He peaks an eye open and when his eyes focus on me, he give a lop-sided grin. "Heysspock."
I tilt my head and lean down to try and get a better look at his flushed face. He is far more subdued than he usually is when he is intoxicated. He almost looks sedated. It is rather worrisome. My hand hovers over his uniformed back for a hesitant moment before I gently set it down between his shoulder blades. "Jim, are you alright?"
"Alcohol," he mumbles.
"I do not think that it would be wise to consume more than you already have."
"Wha? No, I'm not askin'," he winces and places a hand on his head. "Balok. He gave us drinks. They were- We didn't know. They'dn't taste like it. Long… delay."
"I see."
"We thought it was just… just fruit juice," he mumbles.
"You are aware that many alien drinks that can intoxicate you do not taste like alcohol." It is not a question.
"Yeah. Yeah, but I can ususu- normally tell. There'd be a buzzy feeling. This'dn't have it 'til we beamed back."
I stop myself from reprimanding him further. He is not in a state that would allow it to be effective and much of my antagonism has been effectively dissipated. Knowing how many alien drinks can be extremely strong, it is a possibility that he actually had been responsible and only had one drink.
"Where is Dr. McCoy?"
"Bones?" His face scrunches in thought. "His room. It hit us in the sickay'n we walked out'n he got home'n I was goin' home'n… I dunno how I got here."
"It is fortunate you wondered into one of the less populated areas of the ship."
He grunts a confirmation.
Deciding that leaving sooner would be preferable to later if I want to bring the Captain back without being seen, I move the hand resting on his back to his waist and put the other on his arm to lift him up. He makes a surprised sound and stumbles but manages to stand with my aid. I place his arm around my shoulders and lead him out of the briefing room, his head lolling forward. It takes us more time than it usually would; however we arrive outside the Captain's quarters without being seen by anyone.
I attempt to open the door but the privacy lock is activated.
"Jim?" But there is no response. "Sir?" I say, tilting my head forward again to try and see his face.
"Hmm?" he hums, not moving his head.
"You must enter your entry code."
I think I see him frown. "And what is I'm… what'm I opening?"
I raise an eyebrow. "The door to your quarters, sir."
"Oh," he says, actually sounding rather sheepish. He lifts his head enough to see the pad and brings his hand up. After about five minutes of the Captain inputting the incorrect code, my patience begins to give out. I grab his forearm and bring it down before putting in my First Officer override. The door swishes open. He takes his arm off my shoulder and stumbles forward, gripping the doorframe to stay upright.
"Do you require any more assistance?" I ask, slightly concerned as to whether or not he has the ability to get to his bed before he collapses.
He turns and waves his hand in a dismissing gesture. "Naw," he says, the vowel drawn out. "I… I can make it from there."
I nod. "If that is so, I will-"
The Captain suddenly grabs my collar and pulls me forward, my surprise allowing it to occur. His lips connect with mine for a short moment. My eyes widen and my brain short-circuits.
"G'night," he says, sleepily as he turns back and stumbles into his quarters, the door quietly swishing after him.
It takes a long moment to completely comprehend what has just occurred.
And my chest explodes.
Next: Happy Valentine's Day!
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 2,150
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: This is not the first illogical action I have ever participated in because of James Tiberius Kirk. I doubt it will be the last. Masterlist
Previous: Vulcan Language Lesson
An hour after Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy beamed back to the Enterprise, I was finalizing my report on the Captain's most recent bluffing match with Balok, an alien of the First Federation, and how his fabrication of corbomite matter and his act of mercy lead to this peaceful First Contact. I was completing the forms required to allow Lt. Bailey to stay as an informal cultural attaché and observer when my quarter's comm. whistled.
"Spock here."
"Spock," the Captain drawled. I could tell by his voice that he was heavily intoxicated. Considering Alpha shift only finished thirty minutes ago, I was at a loss to how he managed to become so inebriated so quickly. I would accuse him of drinking while on duty but I know he respects his rank and crew enough to restrain himself from doing it, no matter what his reputation may say otherwise.
"Yes, Captain?"
He does not respond.
I wonder for a moment if he has passed out before remembering that our shift had ended. I exhale heavily. At least he still has some mental capacity. "Yes, Jim?"
"Can you come and… come and pick me up?"
My eyebrow rises. "You wish for me to carry you? Are you injured?"
"Wha? No, no. No… I just," he pauses, "can you help me back to my… my room?"
I was unaware that my duties as First Officer would expand to include dragging my Captain back to his quarters when he was too drunk to stand. "What about the doctor?"
He does not say anything for a moment, either because he is hesitating or merely processing my words. "He's," he slurs, "asleeping."
Asleeping? Dr. McCoy is also heavily intoxicated.
"I… I'd call my yeoman, yanno… but… yeah."
"You would prefer as few people as possible seeing you in such a state."
"Exa- yes."
My eyebrow twitches in a twinge of annoyance. I resist the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose. I consider leaving him to find his own way, but the crew's perception of their Captain is important to running the ship efficiently. I am also not spiteful. "What is your whereabouts?"
"Briefing Room D. No, C. Wait... Yes, D."
"Do not move. I will come to retrieve you."
"You're welcome," he mutters before cutting the communication.
I leave my quarters and walk towards the turbolift. While I am unsure as to how he ended up in Briefing Room D, which is down near the science labs, it should be easy to take him to his quarters without being seen by any crewmembers. The science area's hallways are normally sparsely populated during the beginning of shifts when science officers are filing initial progress reports on the experiments they have presently taken over.
When I enter Briefing Room D, the captain is sitting near the computer terminal, head resting on his arms. He looks to be sleeping.
"Jim?"
He peaks an eye open and when his eyes focus on me, he give a lop-sided grin. "Heysspock."
I tilt my head and lean down to try and get a better look at his flushed face. He is far more subdued than he usually is when he is intoxicated. He almost looks sedated. It is rather worrisome. My hand hovers over his uniformed back for a hesitant moment before I gently set it down between his shoulder blades. "Jim, are you alright?"
"Alcohol," he mumbles.
"I do not think that it would be wise to consume more than you already have."
"Wha? No, I'm not askin'," he winces and places a hand on his head. "Balok. He gave us drinks. They were- We didn't know. They'dn't taste like it. Long… delay."
"I see."
"We thought it was just… just fruit juice," he mumbles.
"You are aware that many alien drinks that can intoxicate you do not taste like alcohol." It is not a question.
"Yeah. Yeah, but I can ususu- normally tell. There'd be a buzzy feeling. This'dn't have it 'til we beamed back."
I stop myself from reprimanding him further. He is not in a state that would allow it to be effective and much of my antagonism has been effectively dissipated. Knowing how many alien drinks can be extremely strong, it is a possibility that he actually had been responsible and only had one drink.
"Where is Dr. McCoy?"
"Bones?" His face scrunches in thought. "His room. It hit us in the sickay'n we walked out'n he got home'n I was goin' home'n… I dunno how I got here."
"It is fortunate you wondered into one of the less populated areas of the ship."
He grunts a confirmation.
Deciding that leaving sooner would be preferable to later if I want to bring the Captain back without being seen, I move the hand resting on his back to his waist and put the other on his arm to lift him up. He makes a surprised sound and stumbles but manages to stand with my aid. I place his arm around my shoulders and lead him out of the briefing room, his head lolling forward. It takes us more time than it usually would; however we arrive outside the Captain's quarters without being seen by anyone.
I attempt to open the door but the privacy lock is activated.
"Jim?" But there is no response. "Sir?" I say, tilting my head forward again to try and see his face.
"Hmm?" he hums, not moving his head.
"You must enter your entry code."
I think I see him frown. "And what is I'm… what'm I opening?"
I raise an eyebrow. "The door to your quarters, sir."
"Oh," he says, actually sounding rather sheepish. He lifts his head enough to see the pad and brings his hand up. After about five minutes of the Captain inputting the incorrect code, my patience begins to give out. I grab his forearm and bring it down before putting in my First Officer override. The door swishes open. He takes his arm off my shoulder and stumbles forward, gripping the doorframe to stay upright.
"Do you require any more assistance?" I ask, slightly concerned as to whether or not he has the ability to get to his bed before he collapses.
He turns and waves his hand in a dismissing gesture. "Naw," he says, the vowel drawn out. "I… I can make it from there."
I nod. "If that is so, I will-"
The Captain suddenly grabs my collar and pulls me forward, my surprise allowing it to occur. His lips connect with mine for a short moment. My eyes widen and my brain short-circuits.
"G'night," he says, sleepily as he turns back and stumbles into his quarters, the door quietly swishing after him.
It takes a long moment to completely comprehend what has just occurred.
And my chest explodes.
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