Author's Note: I have not written a fic in ages. Hopefully, this is the first of may such drabblish ficlets based on Mira_Jade's prompt list. Falling Jim Kirk had never fallen down on the job. Check that. He had fallen, but only in the course of his duties as a Starfleet officer. What captain hadn’t gone to the deck when hit with Romulan torpedoes or when encountering an unknown spatial anomaly? Or when grappling with alien cannibals or wooing exotic princesses in their bedchambers? The aforementioned list made what happened next all the more humiliating. As Kirk and McCoy exited the turbolift, on the way to sickbay, the toe of the captain’s boot hit the carpet at an odd angle causing him to pitch forward and fall to this hands and knees in full view of crew members passing by. Though he recovered quickly and stoically proceeded down the corridor, McCoy snickering at this side, there was no way to stop the spread of the legendary ‘Fall of James T. Kirk’.