Disclaimer: I do not own any of Roddenberry's characters, planets, weapons etc. I merely own Skylar and Amelia. And the desire to create my own Leonard Nimoy.

Dedicated to my lovely friend, Denise. You are more than an inspiration. You are. A. Legend.

STAR TREK 2.0 (with thanks to Dr. Sheldon Cooper.)

"Oh boy," was all James T. Kirk could say as his first officer Spock approached a fiery red-faced Dr. Leonard McCoy. McCoy had his fists clenched around a hypo and a clipboard at his sides. Spock was well defended by having his arms crossed over his chest - an idiosyncrasy that defined an ample amount of actions. In this case, before McCoy, Jim knew that this action was an aggressive stance to reiterate Spock's intellect and secure station on the bridge. He appeared refined and calm, though his right eyebrow was much more slanted up and outward, more so typical of Spock rather than any regular Vulcan. That brow was always ready to go up against the superhumanly arched brows of McCoy, despite his purely human attributes.

"Dammit, Spock, you are not anyone special on this ship," McCoy spat with his usual venom. Pointing the suffocating hypo out at Spock's chest, McCoy hissed, "When I say you need to report to Sick Bay for a routine check up, you are expected to follow my orders!"

"Might I point out, Doctor, that my orders by the Captain are to run diagnostics on the current impact of meteoroid fragments that have collided with the hull of the ship while –" Though Spock was cut off by an interjection full of loathing by a steaming Dr. McCoy, Spock maintained his calm demeanor. The only reason Jim could tell Spock was annoyed at any level – however miniscule that was – was by the powerful muscles of his forehead which kept his already intimidating eyebrow high up toward the sharp edge of his bangs.

"Running diagnostics does not have any superior importance over your health!" clamored McCoy.

In a cool tone, Spock replied, "The orders of the captain outrank yours, Dr. McCoy. And if you do not recall, I was given a full health examination approximately one hundred eighty days and thirty six hours –"

"Dammit, Spock, it's routine for a reason!"

"I am a Vulcan. This constant concern over my health is unnecessary."

"I don't care about your health, you pointy eared bastard, I care about what the chain of command will say when your routine health inspection does not show up in my routine reports!"

"Spock."

Both McCoy and Spock looked over to Jim, who sat his head in his hand, which rested on the arm of the command chair. Spock immediately straightened up.

"Captain?"

"Spock, humor me for a moment; open up and say 'ahh.'"

The eyebrows of both Spock and McCoy heightened, Spock's in confusion and McCoy's in irritation.

"Jim, what –"

Jim held up his hand to McCoy to cut him off. "Bones – humor me as well."

"It is not in my nature to humor anyone, Captain."

McCoy shot Spock a nasty look. "He means do what he says, you green-blooded hobgoblin." McCoy turned back to Jim. Around the triangle, the entire deck was quiet in anticipation of the situation. Nyota sat at her communications station halfway turned in her chair, one hand on her ear piece and the other on the desk; both Sulu and Chekov were looking over their shoulders from the helm, Sulu smirking and Chekov anxiously wide-eyed. Off towards the back of the room, Scotty leaned against the engineering console next to an empty chair. He appeared completely humored by the scene as he looked between Spock, McCoy and Jim. Quickly, he pulled a communicator up to his lips. His heavy Scottish accent flowed into the piece quietly.

"Skylar, you better get up here now."

After a second, a female voice replied, "Copy. On my way up the turbo lift."

Spock looked to McCoy, who was now rolling up a piece of paper from his clipboard. "Captain, what will you have me do exactly?"

Tiredly, Jim replied, "Ask Bones, he's the doctor."

"That's right," Bones snapped as he smoothed out the folded piece of paper. "And a damned good one too."

"What exactly is your intention with your sloppy creation?" Spock questioned as McCoy approached him with the paper.

McCoy stopped in front of Spock and sneered, "Oh, sloppy? Me? If you'd have come to your scheduled check-up, the captain would not have me standing here with this makeshift tongue depressor –"

Spock interjected smoothly, "This is a tongue depressor?"

Without a word, the door to the lift opened. Skylar watched as McCoy, standing with a twisted look of pleasure and embarrassment seized Spock by the shoulder and stuck the makeshift tongue depressor into his mouth. Spock was only slightly phased.

Searching around Spock's mouth, McCoy, leaning close, hissed, "Say 'ahh.'"

Before Spock could say anything, Skylar walked forward. "If I'd have known you're into manhandling, Bones, I'd have changed doctors."

McCoy looked over his shoulder to see Skylar beside Scotty, her arms crossed over her chest and a smirk across her face. He immediately released Spock.

"Bones – happy?" Jim asked.

McCoy looked at him. "I – I didn't see anything too peculiar."

"Were his tonsils there, Bones?"

"Dammit, Jim, yes, his tonsils were there! Is this charade over?"

Jim sat back in his chair appearing satisfied. "I don't know, Bones. You tell me – you're the doctor."

McCoy crumbled the piece of paper in his hand. "I'm going back to Sick Bay. Jim – I'll see you at five for your appointment, or should I just waltz on up here again and play nurse with your tonsils too?"

"My God, Bones, you are not playing with anything of mine, especially not on the bridge."

McCoy huffed and angrily walked past Skylar towards the turbo lift. As he passed, she said, "Julip?"

"After my shift," he grumbled.

"Only if you're in a better mood."

"I won't be in a better mood until I'm sedated by one – or five." He reached out and pressed a button. The doors of the lift came together, McCoy disappearing from sight.

Jim clapped his hands together, bringing everyone out of their trances. "Okay, shall we continue our jobs, people?" He motioned to Skylar. "Lt. Pike - as always, welcome to the bridge."

Skylar walked forward, passing Spock who eyed her and then made his way around the captain's chair to his station. He promptly leaned over his viewing screen, the blue glow of the screen swallowing most of his face. "Captain," Skylar said in greeting. "I see you're running the bridge sanely, as usual."

Jim gave her a look. "Reports?"

"Periodic rotation as standard. We've ran checks on every phaser in the weapon-hold rooms of decks one through three. I've already got a team out on their way to deck four. I also have two teams in training currently."

"How many are down in the gym?"

"Twenty two," Skylar replied. "Were you wanting to give the course another go?"

"Against you?" he laughed, "I want to relax."

"The free weight room is open. My two teams are in circuit training currently. They've just finished up with tumbling."

"I'm assuming you'll end your shift there."

Skylar shook her head. "No, I think I'm done for the day, Captain."

Jim nodded. "Okay, then. Maybe I'll head to the free weight room then. Call in your relief."

Skylar nodded as she picked up her communicator. Jim turned to the rest of the bridge. "Go ahead, all of you. Call in your relief crew and have them on standby. In twenty."

Sulu turned around in his chair. "Captain, shall I keep her in manual on our current course?" he inquired.

Jim shook his head. "Actually Sulu, Chekov, put her in autopilot. Have each relief briefed that she maintains the current course."

"Aye, Captain."

"Aye, Kep-tin," Chekov replied along with Sulu in his thick Russian accent.

Spock approached the chair. "Captain, I've ran diagnostics twice. No damage to the hull or to any other quadrant of the ship has been reported. All systems check full operational."

"Excellent, Mr. Spock. So I assume you will be heading away from the bridge then?"

Spock looked from Jim to Skylar, and then back to Jim. He placed his hands behind his back in subtle defeat.

"Unless," Jim began teasingly, "You'd like to remain and swab the deck as well."

Spock's eyebrow hopped up. "I am going to assume you are referring to the duties performed by the deckhands of oceanic piracy from your fifteenth century Earth history."

"I think the more appropriate response would have been, 'yo-ho, Captain,'" Skylar laughed.

"I am unfamiliar with this phrase."

"Spock," Jim interjected. "You need to leave the bridge. Like now. You've been working for almost three days straight."

"Well, Captain, I have been fascinated with the discovery of this asteroid belt. The last data entry about this area of space did not include such an anomaly. In fact, little is known about this sector of space because of the lack of Starfleet outposts, which correlate with the lack of M-class planets."

"Well, when we reach Lambda 5, I'll permit you to interrogate each commanding officer on the post until your little green heart is satisfied," Jim cooed sarcastically as he stood from his chair.

"I hardly agree that the acquisition of knowledge has any correlation to the function of my heart," Spock remarked.

"Does this mean you're actually going to take a full-fledged shore leave?" Skylar asked playfully.

"If by full-fledged you refer to the illogical humanistic paradigm of intoxication, gambling, and engagement in various activities that consequent penitence the following morning, then I regret to inform you, Lt. Pike, that I have no intention of participating," Spock replied simply. "I intend to continue running scans on the area so as to better inform the next crew that is stationed out this far – especially with that asteroid belt and its highly fascinating change of orbit."

Jim stretched. "Fascinating." He looked to Skylar. "Are you meeting Bones down at the pub?"

"That was the plan," Skylar said with a look at Spock. "I'm assuming you're not going to call in your relief then?"

Spock remained quiet for a moment. "If it pleases you, Lt., I will walk you toward the third deck."

"It's not a problem, Spock," Skylar said. She looked to Jim. "Want to go?"

"Yeah, I just need to stop by my room really fast. I have something I want to show Bones."

Spock stepped between them. "Then it would be logical for me to escort Skylar towards the tavern while you make your detour to your room, Captain."

Jim nodded. "Alright, see you there, Skylar." He looked to Spock. "Once your tally of work-related hours hits the eighty mark, you are required to leave your post to rest. That's an order."

"I am aware, Captain. I have precisely twelve hours and twenty six minutes."

Jim rolled his eyes and proceeded to the turbo lift with Spock and Skylar in tow. Once the doors were closed, they lift brought Jim to his level first. Once the doors shut with Jim behind them, Skylar promptly latched on to Spock around the neck and began to kiss him passionately on the lips. He returned her action firmly as he wrapped his lengthy arms around her lower back, bringing her in tight against his body until the lift came to a complete stop. Once stopped, the two pulled apart and the doors opened, Spock allowing Skylar to step through first. They walked next to each other through the corridor.

"You know, Jim has a point. You have been overworking yourself, Spock."

"I do not believe it is in a Vulcan's nature to overwork one's self. We only require three hours of rest – true rest that requires the body to shut down."

"Yes. It's quite annoying."

"Is that the emotion of jealousy in your tone, Skylar?"

"That your scanner gets more action from you than I do? Yes," she said.

Spock eyed her. "I am assuming you are referring to the lack of attention in the bedroom."

"I'd be annoyed with that too if you were actually in the bedroom with me," Skylar returned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If it comforts you, I shall sleep in your quarters tonight after I complete another diagnostics test and the last entry for the database system," he offered.

"You know what would make me really, really happy?"

"I'm sure a various amount of things, the beach for one," he replied casually. "I've noticed that you are often positively stimulated by a sparring match."

Skylar shook her head. "Yeah, okay, I like those things but I would love to have you sit in at the bar with us. If not tonight, after your rendezvous with your scanner, then on shore leave on Lambda 5. For once."

Spock considered this. "I do not see the logic in that request. Fermented drinks do not have an effect on me, therefore I would not be able to participate in the intoxicated antics that result with such consumption."

Skylar rolled her eyes. "But your company would be nice."

"I hardly think so," Spock replied. "If you recall, Dr. McCoy already has an apparent aversion to my presence and under the influence of alcohol, this aversion escalates. Furthermore, I find that trying to converse with any of you while you are all under the influence proves to be futile. And if I may be so honest, Mr. Scott can only attempt to sing the same song more than once before I become unimpressed with his lack of singing abilities. And the captain never fails at initiating some type of social interaction that results in physical retaliation of the second party involved."

Skylar laughed. "Well, first of all, you need to know the drunk topics of the group; secondly, you know how proud Scotty is about his homeland and that its national anthem is the easiest thing for him to remember when he's drunk. And lastly, no woman thinks that pick-up line, 'are you from Mars because your ass is out of this world' is appealing, let alone flattering." She paused. "Oh yes, Bones. Well, Bones it just Bones. I don't have anything to add to that."

Spock shook his head. "I've never fully understood the human desire to participate in such activities."

"Well, when you work in this atmosphere, you tend to want to lose yourself to humorous insanity for a few minutes." Skylar looked up at Spock with a smirk across her face. "Besides, a little alcohol was good for us, wasn't it?"

Spock considered this with the raise of his eyebrow. "Hm… fascinating."