Captain Kirk was in the transportation room, meeting an old colleague of his from Hepter VI. He hadn't seen Colonel John Riker in forever; Riker took human form on the platform, and Captain Kirk smiled, with Spock standing next to him. Scotty walked over from the control panel and stood on the other side of Captain Kirk.
"Riker, buddy," Captain Kirk cheered.
"Jim; good to see you!" Riker cheered.
Both men shook hands and hugged one another.
"Riker, I'd like you to meet my two best friends; my First Officer, Mr. Spock, and my Chief Engineering Officer, Scotty." Captain Kirk spoke.
"Pleasure to yah, sir," Scotty said, friendly, shaking Riker's hand.
"Thank you, Scotty; I can see you have a bit of a Scottish accent, there." Riker said, smiling.
"Aye, lad," Scotty answered, proudly.
"Hello, Mr. Spock, now, you're a Vulcan correct?" Riker questioned.
"Obviously," Spock answered.
"I've never met a Vulcan, before; what's it like to live based off of logic and not human emotions?"
"Your question is illogical, therefore it doesn't need a response."
"Jim, your friends are hilarious!"
"Well, only the best men on my ship, isn't that right, Riker?" Captain Kirk asked.
"Oh, certainly, Jimmy boy!" Riker answered, brightly.
The four walked out of the transportation room and into Sickbay, where Dr. Leonard McCoy was getting checked out by Dr. M'Benga. Dr. M'Benga was listening to Dr. McCoy's belly with a stethoscope, as Dr. McCoy had been having bellyaches recently.
"Riker, this is my other best friend, Dr. Leonard McCoy." Captain Kirk said.
Dr. McCoy looked up and sighed, kind of displeased to be disturbed during the middle of an examination.
"How do yah do," Dr. McCoy questioned.
"Mighty well, thank you," Riker answered.
"So, you're Riker; Jim's told us a lot about you." Dr. McCoy answered.
"Well, Doctor; your symptoms of fatigue, headaches, swollen belly, and aching abdomen are all being caused by accentusneurophy." Dr. M'Benga replied to Dr. McCoy.
Dr. McCoy raised his eyebrow.
"I've never heard that medical term, before; what is it?" Dr. McCoy wondered.
"You're over stressed; take a break, go on vacation, relax! You've been working way too hard, recently. When's the last time you had a break to just sit back and relax?" Dr. M'Benga questioned.
Dr. McCoy pondered that thought for a while.
"I can't actually remember," He answered. "It's been so long; I can't abandon my work, though. I have patients who need me to take care of them and protect them."
"I can handle it, while you take a little personal leave of absence. Don't worry, Leonard; but you'll be the one needing medical attention, if you don't stop overworking yourself and get some rest." Dr. M'Benga ordered, with a smile.
Dr. McCoy nodded.
"I guess you're right, Atticus," Dr. McCoy answered, realizing he was right.
Dr. M'Benga patted his back, kindly.
"You just take the next week off and relax; enjoy yourself, go to the recreation room and swim in the pool, you love to swim." Dr. M'Benga cried.
Dr. McCoy smiled.
"I do love to swim…and now that you mention it, I'd love to watch a baseball game on TV. It's been forever, since I last saw one." Dr. McCoy answered.
"Enjoy your week off, Leonard; we'll see you, soon." Dr. M'Benga answered.
Dr. McCoy nodded, laying down on the examining bed, as Dr. M'Benga walked out and closed the door.
"Jim…you alright with me taking a week off from work?" Dr. McCoy asked.
"No, Bones; I agree with Dr. M'Benga. You do way too much for the ship and the crew; go enjoy yourself and have a little 'you time', why don't you?" Captain Kirk spoke, kindly.
Dr. McCoy smiled then nodded.
"Okay, Jim," Dr. McCoy answered, softly. He got up from the bed and started walking towards the door.
"Where yah going, McCoy?" Scotty cried.
"I guess back to my quarters; I got a week to catch up on some needed sleep." Dr. McCoy answered, with a wink. He smiled at his three best friends, and his captain's old colleague, then closed the door, headed off for one week of vacation…and peace!