96. Rapids

96. Rapids

"Spock!"

At the doctor's cry, the vulcan sprinted down the bank towards the river. He arrived to see his captain dragging Chekov from the frothing waters; Jim was beginning to flag and the younger man was heavy in his arms.

Despite his aversion to water, the vulcan waded in and lunged for his friend's hand. Together the men hauled their crew-mate onto the shore, McCoy running to join them.

"Easy, let me see him!" The doctor pushed past them and began to check over the russian man. Meanwhile Spock sent a concerned look at Jim who was shivering violently.

"Captain, are you well?"

"I'm fine Spock." The captain wiped at his face. "It's... A bit nippy, in there. 'S Chekov alright?"

The young man in question was hacking up water as McCoy rubbed his back soothingly. "He'll live. Dammit, I just about had a heart-attack when you two went under. The minute we get back onboard the ship you're coming to get checked out. I don't want you walking around with a concussion."

Jim laughed, still shaking and drenched. "I'm fine Bones. It was just like going down a little water slide."

"Water slide..." McCoy mumbled, helping Chekov sit up. Spock stood and most assuredly did not allow his lips to twitch slightly.

"I shall inform the rest of the landing party that the bridge is not a safe passageway."

"...Good idea."