+1 smol Vulcan

[captjtkirk]

The heat on the planet's surface curled around his neck and threatened to choke him. He'd stripped his uniform top off hours ago, wrapping it around his head to shade his eyes even as his skin started frying in the heat of dual suns. They'd been here two days now. Two days of creating lists and doling out vaccinations and hydration in the hottest part of the planets year.

Two days of wondering how many more people they will find alive.

Handing command to Spock had been both the easiest and hardest choice he'd made since resuming their five year mission, and he can't think about it right now as he comes across another group huddled in a medical tent receiving treatment. He taps on his PADD to load the list of survivors they'd been cultivating and quietly begins asking the adults for names.

He doesn't notice the small boy whose dark eyes followed him around the tent at first. But it was hard to ignore when he began passing out pouches of electrolytes and came to him last, alone and quiet. Jim hands a pouch to the child and crouches in front of him, eying the green flush and glassy dark eyes. Pointy ears. Why was a Vulcan in a human colony?

"Has anyone come and checked you out yet?" he asked gently.

"Negative. I was told to wait."

Bones was clear across the tent holding his tricorder above the head of an elderly woman and scowling, which, could honestly mean anything, until he saw the quick flash of the vaccination hypo hit the ladies neck and Bones' brow furrowed.

"Let's change that." Jim unwinds his makeshift turbin and shakes out his shirt before slipping it back on to hide the burns. Sunburns were the last problem on this planet. "Follow me."

He doesn't take the kids hand, doesn't even touch him on the back to get him moving, just trusts that the boy will move when he does and stay close enough to not misplace him. He saunters over to the cluster of beds McCoy was checking on.

"Bones!"

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[damnitman]

Bones leans over and kisses a bit of Jim that he can reach, and rubs his hand down Savel's back before settling in with his family... because he feels it in his heart, that this is his family.

"Let's try to get a little more sleep darlin'..." Bones says softly squeezing Jim's hip, his arm still over Savel his hand resting on Jim. "Nice big breakfast, before we have the child welfare interview. "Apparently they've talked to Spock and Serik already..."

[captjtkirk]

"Alarming." Jim hums, fingers tightening just that much in the fabric of Bones' shirt. "For the welfare worker."

One Vulcan is traumatizing, two is a nightmare. Jim is surprised there isn't already some kind of message on their PADD stating the interview was no longer necessary, help, help, save me from logical Vulcans!

Jim closes his eyes and lets out a tired sigh. "You going to wake us up?"

[damnitman]

"I'll wake you up." He says softly closing his eyes, only for them to open hours later, a little Vulcan hand on his face, and a little foot on Jim's shoulder, but the kid seems to be sleeping soundly. Bones stretches and lets out a sleepy sound.

[captjtkirk]

Jim blinks blearily at the ceiling wondering how and when he managed to fall asleep again, and how he slept through being kicked in the face at least once.

"Bones. There's a foot in my face."

[damnitman]

"Parenthood." Bones mumbles carefully moving the hand from his face and moving Savel a little so he's in the middle of the bed. "Waffles?" He asks rolling from the bed and moving to get coffee first, always coffee.

[captjtkirk]

"Why do you get replicated waffles when you ask, and when I ask it gives me fruit salad?" It doesn't always give him fruit salad, but there are times when he misses Bones being worried about, well, the quality of what enters Jims mouth and not the quantity.

Savel sits up, awake all at once, like a switch had been flipped in his mind and his gaze speeds between the two of them before he visibly unwinds.

"Morning, kiddo."

[damnitman]

"Because I don't waffle every day... and I am asking if you want waffles." He says bringing Jim a Mug of coffee over to the bed.

He goes back over to the replicator and sips his coffee, plugging in a breakfast order for all of them.

[captjtkirk]

"Who asks if someone wants waffles, who doesn't like waffles?"

Jim grabs for his mug and drinks half of it in four gulps, scalding the roof of his mouth and feeling a lot more alert because of it.

"That drink is hot." Savel stares at the mug where steam is still noticeably curling over the lip of it. He stares hard at Jim. "Did that hurt?"

"Might of."

[damnitman]

Bones snorts. "He drinks it too fast." Bones says softly and puts the breakfast plates on the table taking another sip from his mug.

He puts a glass of milk next to Savel's plate, "Alright come on we got a big day today, so let's eat up."

[captjtkirk]

"Is he not done recovering?" Savel accepts the glass, but doesn't drink it, merely looks between the two adults. His hands curl into two small fists on his lap. He knows the importance of the day. They have discussed it with him multiple times. That did not mean he wasn't scared. His father spoke about the concept more than once and that it was an acceptable emotion to display in times of upset, that didn't mean he enjoyed the feeling of it.

Jim shrugged. "Mostly, but I don't drink coffee for the taste, kiddo. I drink it so I can stay alert."

[damnitman]

"He's fine." Bones laughs working on his breakfast. "You need to eat Savy." He says gently at least half the waffle and all of the milk."

Bones looks up at Jim giving the man an easy and warm look before looking at Savel. "Coffee is a mild stimulant, naturally occurring, helps some humans come out of their sleep cycle or hold it off." He explains. "Depending on the human biology though it can have the opposite effect."