"What do you mean it's going to take a couple of days?" Jim asked.
Scotty shrugged. "I'm working on it as fast as I can, Captain, but the kind of repairs needed are extremely complicated. With Mr. Spock and I working together it'll take at least another forty to forty-eight hours."
Jim glowered at his Chief Engineer, lips pursed as he tried to calm his anger. It wasn't Scotty's fault the transporter had decided to fuck their lives over. Again. Shaking his head, he gave Scott's shoulder a quick pat. "Yeah, alright. Keep me informed."
"Will do, Captain," Scotty called to him as Jim turned and exited the room.
Jim found himself in Medical not two minutes later. Making his way through the maze of nurses and biobeds, he managed to find Christine near the back of the room. She had tucked herself into a large chair, a small blanket tossed across her shoulder and another wrapped around the small bundle in her arms. At Jim's approach, she looked up to meet his worried gaze.
"How's he doing?" Jim asked.
She smiled reassuringly. "Dr. McCoy is fine, Captain," she said. "He slept, I fed him, and now he's sleeping again."
"Oh," Jim said, his face scrunching up. "You didn't..." Christine looked pointedly at the nearby table, and the bottle sitting on top of it. Jim chuckled, his face flushing a little. "Right. Of course."
A sharp clattering sound startled the two adults, and baby-Leonard shrieked his disapproval. "Nurse Chapel!" someone called. "Nurse!"
Chapel pushed herself to her feet and held the baby out to Jim. "Here, take him." Jim looked at her, eyes wide, and shook his head. "Take him," she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I'll be right back."
"Oh, for goodness sakes," she muttered, forcing the screaming child into Jim's arms before sprinting away. Jim cringed down at the angry, pink face below him, toothless mouth open wide as the baby continued to cry.
"Um… stop crying," Jim said meekly. The baby wailed and struggled against its blanket, tiny fists waving in the air. Jim held the squirming bundle tight to his chest and took over Christine's seat, rocking the little baby. The motion seemed to settle baby-Leonard, and his cries died away, replaced by gurgled coos.
"There," Jim said, brushing away a tear with his thumb. "Isn't that better?" Baby-Leonard stuffed a fist into his mouth. "Hey, don't do that!" Jim said, gently pulling his arm away. Tiny fingers latched onto his and squeezed.
Jim sat back in the chair and stared down at the baby in his arms, bright hazel eyes still swimming with unshed tears. Jim offered him a soft smile. "You're kinda cute, you know."
It didn't register at first, the warmth against his chest. Didn't register, in fact, until that warmth spread further, onto his belly and over his crotch. The smile abruptly dropped from Jim's face as he stared at the growing puddle in his lap. "Did you just piss on me?" he asked. Baby-Leonard gurgled again, eyes blinking innocently.
Sighing, Jim made a mental note to get every member of Engineering working on that damn transporter. Just as soon as he found a clean set of pants.