The Starship
"Spock...dude, Spock!" Jim Kirk was grinning from ear to ear. "It's called The Starship, we have to go!" Spock restrained the urge to roll his eyes. The ride did not even faintly resemble a star-ship, but was modeled after the early Earth depictions of a UFO. "C'mon, Spock. It'll be fun!" Spock raised an eyebrow to that one, but Jim ignored it pointedly, shoving him towards the line.
"You, James Tiberius Kirk!" McCoy's nagging maternal voice called over the crowd.
"You coming too, Bones?" Jim feigned innocence.
"If you think I'm gonna willingly place myself in that moving vegetable steamer---"
"Hey, Chekov!" Jim's attention was drawn elsewhere. "Sulu, Chekov! Come here!"
Chekov wasn't exactly looking up for the ride, his face pale and eyes wide, he seemed to be struggling to stay on his feet. Sulu looked warily at the captain. "Um, permission to return to the ship, Captain." Sulu requested.
"Permission Granted. What the hell happened to Chekov? Bones, take a look at this."
"N-no need, K-keptin." Chekov shivered. The tricorder was already out scanning the teenager's shaking form. The doctor ordered some rest and no strenuous activity. He considered a mild sedative for the poor boy's nerves, but decided against the jab when he weighed the possible benefits against the obvious shock the boy was already in. No need to add to it.
The Starship was one of those spinning gravity rides that had riders plastered to the walls on moving planks. Bones wound up going despite his better judgement, and the whole while cursed Jim for all of the mild concussions he'd have to treat afterward. He could literally feel his brain compressing and his spine bending painfully as the UFO spun. Spock's upshot eyebrow was astronomically enhanced by the spinning motion of gravity, and seemed literally stuck in his bangs. Jim, being a reckless idiot, ignored the warning signs to "please do not sit upside down" and so on. He took up three different seats trying to lay backwards.
"Hey, Bones. Look at me!" Jim was attempting to do an upside-down sit up.
"You are going to break your idiot neck!"
Jim split into that self-satisfied grin. "What, I can't hear you!"
"I said, you're going to break your goddamn neck!"
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!" Jim's smile had devoured his entire face.
"You infant..."
Chapel and Uhura had possessed the good sense to ditch Jim's Self-Destruct Tour at the first chance possible, opting instead for a pleasant evening of shopping among the many tents. At that moment the girls were indulging in Deep-Tissue Swedish Massages in the attractive male masseuse booth.
"I wonder what the boys are doing." Chapel sighed.
"You did not just say that." Uhura mumbled.
"Yeah, you're right. I didn't." Freedom was sweet. No trouble, no drama, just simple well deserved relaxation. "We should do this more often."
"Mhm."
Bones was quite certain that his ass would never feel the same. The ride was over, and he was limping out. Never again. He cursed as a dizzy Jim slammed into his back.
"That was awesome!" Jim gushed. McCoy half expected to hear him say ' lets do it again' in which case he would be forced to stick the Captain with a giant tranquilizer hypo. But, instead, Jim said, "What, they aren't already closing down! It's only...midnight!"
"Captain, I suggest that we retire."
"Yeah, then we can get up early and beat the crowds!" Jim concluded.
Aww hell. Bones sighed.
Part Two