| Title: Drunken SailorAuthor: Tempest
 Series: TOSPairing: S/Mc
 Rating: PG
 Summary: Kirk, McCoy, and Scotty go on shore leave, there's trouble and then
 it's Spock to the rescue.
 Disclaimer: I don't own TOS. I never have, and I never will. Star Trek and
 all of its relations are property of Paramount and Viacom. I only own this
 story. No posting to any site or list without author permission. This is really
 intended as humor, not to be taken offensively. If somebody is blatantly
 against
 homosexuality, then please, just go watch a nice movie like Cinderella.
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 Drunken Sailor
 By Tempest
 May 25, 2003
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 Captain Kirk, Doctor McCoy, and Commander Scott stood in front of the
 transporter room. They dressed themselves in their off-duty uniforms, and they
 all
 anticipated the latest bout of shore leave they had managed to receive from
 Head
 Quarters. They had been less excited three hours ago, when the lesser ranking
 officers had beamed down, but the knowledge that it was their turn had caught
 up with them, and there was no wiping the grins from their very human faces.
 
 Not everybody was as thrilled with this as they were, and that person was
 Commander Spock, who stood before them, there to operate the transporter. The
 Vulcan did not believe in taking shore leave unless it was absolutely
 necessary.
 Thus, he had volunteered to stay aboard and keep watch while the rest of the
 crew beamed down to enjoy themselves.
 
 It was not as though he was averse to company; it was simply that the
 activities known on that planet were not for him. The planet, to his knowledge,
 held
 thirteen casinos, sixty-eight pubs, and twenty-five houses of pleasure. The
 Vulcan needed none of that and this was why he stayed.
 
 Captain Kirk turned to look at the Vulcan, "Keep an eye on her, Spock, we'll
 be back sometime tomorrow afternoon. I expect no trouble from you."
 
 Spock raised his eyebrow, "Captain, trouble from me should be the least of
 your concerns."
 
 McCoy and Scotty chuckled, McCoy answering with an "I don't know about that"
 and a wink, while Scotty piped in with an agreeing "Aye."
 
 Spock said nothing, and returned his attention to Captain Kirk, "I will
 finish the diagnostics whilst you are on the planet."
 
 Kirk nodded, "Understood, Spock, although I still think you should come down
 with us; you might enjoy it."
 
 "I think not, Captain. Enjoy yourselves on your leave."
 
 Kirk nodded and looked to his other friends. The three of them climbed aboard
 the transporter. "Beam us down, Mister Spock," came the Captain's order.
 
 Spock's fingers traveled over the controls, and just as the humans began to
 shimmer, he heard the Doctor say, "Don't worry, I'll get you a souvenir at Le
 magasin de plaisir." They were gone before the Vulcan could respond.
 
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 On the planet, the shore leave started out relatively nicely. The three
 officers went to a restaurant, and had a nice dinner with real meat. Then they
 went to a show wherein Scott had the time of his life and Kirk got two
 communicator numbers. As they were leaving, Scott turned to McCoy, "What's the
 matter, Len? Didn't you have fun?"
 
 McCoy smiled, "Sure did, one of the ladies even told me where I can get a
 male version of that leather costume for Mister Pointy Ears back on the ship."
 
 Kirk laughed, "The only thing that'll raise is his eyebrow, Bones."
 
 McCoy shrugged. "It's worth the try, isn't it?" Then he pointed at a bar
 across the street, "That looks like a nice addition to the evening. Shall we
 go gentlemen?"
 
 The other two officers nodded in agreement. They crossed the street and
 the doors swung open, revealing a large crew of men, of all races. They
 approached the bar to put in their orders. A nice evening of drinking was ahead
 of
 them; the night was still young.
 
 *******************************************
 
 It was at 0218 hours that the Enterprise received a hail from the planet.
 Spock looked up from the padd of the latest technological developments of the
 Rigellian sector to answer it. Putting it on screen, the tired face of one of
 the planet workers met his. "Commander Spock, First Officer of the Enterprise
 here."
 
 The tired man pinched the bridge of his nose instead of greeting. Simply
 he asked, "You're in charge of the Starship crew that pulled in here?"
 
 Spock nodded, "While the Captain is on leave, I am. How can I be of
 assistance?"
 
 "We were forced to arrest three of your crew early this morning. They had
 been in one of the local pubs, "The Floating Tonic" and it seems a fight
 broke out. I think somebody might have insulted one of them, because that's
 when
 the first punch was thrown. It turned into a huge brawl; everybody inside was
 taken into custody. Some of the injuries are pretty bad, but your crew looked
 pretty good; they must have fought very well. That's how I knew they were
 Starfleet before I checked. Anyway there's some thousand credits worth of
 damage to
 the pub, and I can't let them out unless their Commander picks them up. I
 need to warn you; they're pretty soused. Do you want to leave them overnight?"
 
 The Vulcan considered this for a moment. On the one hand, they were
 harmless in jail and keeping them overnight may teach them to not start fights.
 On
 the other hand, it was a foreign establishment and confinement to quarters
 would be the Starfleet punishment. Without the irritation a human would
 display,
 he said, "I will beam down to take them back to the ship. They will be
 punished and when the Captain comes back from leave, I am certain they will
 learn
 better."
 
 The man nodded, "I'll see you in ten minutes." Then the comm. channel was
 cut.
 
 Spock put down his padd and grabbed four automatic transportation
 patches, placing one on his chest. The other three would be automatically
 activated
 when he beamed up. He beamed himself down to the planet.
 
 The walk was quick to the Sheriff's office, and Spock entered. He showed
 his Starfleet Identification badge to the guard who led him to the Sheriff. He
 nodded, and the man picked up his keys and led the Vulcan to the back where
 the cells were located.
 
 As they walked, the Vulcan's acute hearing detected what sounded like a
 Scottish man, obviously inebriated, saying to somebody "Lads, ready for a
 song?" followed by several affirmative answers. When they were closer, the song
 began and then the sheriff too heard the sound of three drunken voices
 beginning
 to sing in mock harmony "What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do
 with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor, early in the
 morning?"
 
 The voices were unmistakable to the Vulcan, and when they arrived at the
 cell, his suspicions were confirmed. Inside the cell were Kirk, McCoy, and
 Scotty, all very drunk. Kirk was laying down on a cot, his eyes closed while he
 sang, McCoy sitting up against the wall, a lopsided inebriated grin on his
 features, and Scott stood and paced, seemingly conducting.
 
 The sheriff asked, "Are these your men?"
 
 Spock, almost in disbelief, nodded in the affirmative.
 
 The sheriff handed him a padd. "Sign here, please." Wordlessly, the
 Vulcan signed his name. Then the sheriff undid the force field around the cell
 and
 directed his voice at the three no longer prisoners. "Your commander just met
 your bail. You're free to go. Get some coffee for God's sake. And stop
 singing." Then the sheriff turned on his heels and went back to his desk.
 
 McCoy smiled and climbed off the floor, not completely successfully as he
 made a grab for Scott to get his balance and only succeeded in pulling the
 Scotsman down with him.
 
 Spock suppressed a sigh as he went to help the Doctor and now the
 Engineer to his feet. "Gentlemen, we are going back to the ship and you are
 going
 back to your quarters." The Vulcan then placed a patch on both McCoy and Scott.
 Then he crossed over to Kirk and helped him to his feet, placing a patch on his
 shirt as well, before exiting the cell.
 
 Kirk got over to the others and wrapped his arm around Scotty and McCoy's
 shoulders as they followed behind Spock, as the Vulcan led the way out. The
 drunken men just continued singing. "Shave his chest with a rusty razor. Shave
 his chest with a rusty razor. Shave his chest with a rusty razor, early in the
 morning."
 
 Spock simply tapped his patch and dematerialized, the three humans
 shimmering behind him.
 
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 When they were back on the ship, the Vulcan led the Engineer to his
 quarters, while the other two humans hung onto him singing "Tie him in a knot
 to
 the highest yardarm."
 
 Making certain the engineer was safe, he led to Kirk to his quarters,
 while the two other humans stumbled, their voices refusing to be silenced, "Put
 him in the brig until he's sober." Spock made certain Kirk was able to function
 and then led the still inebriated McCoy to his own quarters.
 
 He helped the Doctor out of his uniform and into the shower, and then all
 but carried him into the bed, tucking him in. As he reached to turn out the
 light, he heard the Doctor softly and provocatively drawl "Put him in the bed
 with the Vulcan First Mate. Put him in the bed with the Vulcan First Mate. Put
 him in the bed with the Vulcan First Mate, early in the morning."
 
 Finit
 
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