Jim bolted up with a gasp in bed.

"Mornin', sleeping beauty," McCoy said, taking a sip of sweet tea.

"I've tried it. . . and now I feel sick. . . look what you've done!" Jim glared in the direction at the doctor who seemed to take it in pride lowering the cup leaning against the doorway with a cool, warm smile on his face. "I blame you, Bones!"

"Guilty as charged," McCoy said. "feel better than the sugar flu?"

"Yes, but not as good as I was before," Jim said.

"Jim," McCoy said. "did ya. . . why didn't ya tell me that ya signed a DNR?"

Jim looked at the man with bewilderment in his eyes.

"When did I sign that?" Jim asked, bewildered. "f I did that. . . I was at a different spot in my life."

McCoy slid a padd forward into the man's hand.

"Eighteen," McCoy said. Jim read the padd. And saw his signature bright as day. "I had Spock's help while ya were gettin' better."

Jim looked at the doctor, perplexed.

"What lead you to digging this up?" Jim asked.

"It was on your file," McCoy said.

"I have to get rid of that old thing," Jim said. "and why did Spock help?"

"Your body was identifying asparagus as a threat," McCoy said. "as a hostile target. Spock came back to finish what he had started. It's pretty not--" his voice grew emotional. "threatening anymore."

Jim reached out taking the man by the cheek.

"I am not leaving you anytime soon," Jim said. He brought the doctor forward into a loving, tender kiss and briefly broke it. "long as I don't have asparagus every day then I am cool with it."

McCoy smiled.

"Don't eat snickers all the time," McCoy said.

"I won't," Jim said. "now, I am all about kissing you everywhere. . ." Jim reached out placing the cup of sweet tea to the counter then began to kiss along the man's neck, throat, shoulder, and his cheek. "I-love-you-so-damn-much-you-know-that,grumpy-old-man." McCoy forced their bodies onto the bed making the cup of sweet tea stirr with a piece of asparagus resting alongside it.

The End.