"Bones, please," Jim plead.

"Ya terrified about asparagus and ya bothered not to tell me?" McCoy asked, hurt.

"A living, walking asparagus," Jim said. "that's not a big fear."

McCoy's arched eyebrows furrowed together.

"That's it, I am goin' to help ya with that!" McCoy made his way out of their quarters."Carpe diem!"

Jim rubbed his forehead.

Did he just make a terrible choice of telling his big fear to his boyfriend?

Probably. Jim took off his civvies then went off to the closet. He saw the familiar pair of blue and golden shirts that McCoy had added in as his personal touch for a shared quarters together. They were going to get married after the five year mission. And still be Captain Kirk. And Doctor McCoy. They liked each others last names too much to part ways for the other to match. Jim took out his golden two piece uniform with the pants dangling from underneath. He slid his civilian uniform off placing it onto the side of the bed. He carefully slid on the ripable uniform on with great care. If he flexed his arm then the shirt would rip. But not the regulation shirt. He put the civilian attire into the laundry dispensary. He zipped the side of his boots up.

The captain came out of his quarters to be greeted by Spock.

Spock was standing feet away from the doorway with his hands linked behind his back.

Spock was a lot like a dog that could patiently wait for its master to return.

In a way, Spock reminded Jim of the legendary dog Hachiko.

A very common dog breed Akita.

"Greetings, captain," Spock said. "I have finished the report from the lab regarding the Flouei Decahiien's native homelife and it came back inconclusive if what the animals deliver is poison."

"We lost a security officer to them," Jim said.

"Perhaps it is a allergy," Spock offered. "It is the only logical explanation."

"So if it bit me, would I die?" Jim asked.

"Your allergies are different, captain," Spock said.

"And my security officer's are?" Jim asked.

"It has deviated from what we know of," Spock said. "it only comes up with nuts. What type is unsure."

"So peanut venom," Jim said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Indeed," Spock said. "and you do not share the same allergy," the two men came down the hallway side by side. "the beast that attacked you yesterday turned out to be a alien deviation in the collie species and so is its partner . . ." Spock paused. "I noticed the doctor left in a hurry. Did you have another argument?"

"No," Jim said. "I just told him something that you would consider illogical."

"That would be true," Spock said. "as are many humanity's culture."

Jim smiled at Spock.

"I am glad you are my friend, Spock," Jim said. "you are, frankly, the best friend I ever had."

Spock nodded his head.

"I share the same belief," Spock said. "would you like to hear the rest of the results?"

"Go ahead," Jim said, looking over toward the Vulcan with a beaming supernova like smile that was radiating. "I did ask for you to give me the report anyhow yesterday," he shook his head. "I should get it all heard today."

"Excellent," Spock said, scrolling on the padd.