McCoy Prime's eyes slowly opened.

"Greeting's doctor," came a young monotone voice. "you must enjoy hitting the hay."

McCoy Prime's eyes landed on a Vulcan.

"Who the hell ya supposed to be dressed up as for Halloween?" McCoy asked.

"I am Spock," Spock said.

McCoy narrowed his improved eyes in the direction of Spock.

"Ya don't look like one. . . but then. . . again. . . ya do have the blue eyeliner," McCoy Prime said. "I am not done judgin'," the human looked down. "and oh my god is that ripped jeans ya wearin'?" Spock looked down then back up. "and why are ya wearin' hooker heels? Get standard boots on," McCoy Prime shook his hand. "ya tall enough all ready."

"It is never enough," Spock said.

McCoy Prime took off his boots then tossed them in the general direction of the Vulcan who fell to the floor with a thud.

"Put on standard boots like any ordinary person," McCoy Prime shot back. "god damn it."

Spock stood up then walked out of the room leaving the doctor behind. He exited to be met up with both the younger doctor and the captain with his arms linked behind his back and he had apparently a bloody nose, replying, "it appears your counterpart is not suffering brain damage and is quite well enough to apologize for leaving without permission." McCoy had his arms folded while the younger man's hands were linked behind his back as well.

"Spock, put some tissues in your nose," Jim said. "you deserve it."

"I told ya not to do it but ya had to do it anyway," McCoy said. "there are other ways to determine my sanity."

The Vulcan had his head lifted up.

"None of which are logically conclusive to determine a human's well being," Spock said.

"We are complex creatures," Jim agreed.

McCoy rolled an eye.

"Come on, pointy ears," McCoy said, grabbing the man by the shoulder and took him away.

Jim smiled, watching his two best friends walk away then looked toward the door as a bolt of light kicked on above his head.