AUTHOR's NOTES: OK, so this would be my first story for Star Trek. I did some research on the prime universe Kirk and noticed this little plot bunny, when McCoy makes changes to Kirk's diet because he put on a few extra pounds from time to time and gives him dietary salad instead of his usual meal. I held back the idea, but since I'm bored, I decided to turn the idea into a reality. By the way, I have ideas for this to turn it into a series, but for now, it's just a oneshot. Also, I would like to thank all those who read and listed my story "One Last Promise" as one of their favorites. You guys keep me going!

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A particularly irate Kirk walked out of sickbay, and to the turboshaft. It had been a busy day aboard the Enterprise, and McCoy decided that Kirk be one of the first victims of his random medical checkups. McCoy was one of his closest friends, but in light of the recent "accident" during the Nero crisis involving a mud flea vaccine, allergic reactions and tons of needles nonchalantly jabbed into his neck by the aforementioned doctor, he did not want to go. Besides, he could go and spend that time flirting with a gorgeous young lady serving aboard the Enterprise or doing rounds aboard the ship. He entered the awaiting turboshaft and slid a finger to the bridge icon in the turboshaft controls. It closed the doors and hurriedly shot up to the bridge.

Suddenly, Kirk heard his stomach rumble.

He flicked his finger from the bridge icon to the mess hall icon. The turboshaft shuddered and sped downwards to the mess hall. The doors opened to reveal crewmembers having their lunch. Kirk heard his stomach rumble again, so he hurriedly rushed to claim the cards to punch them into the food slotsr and get his meal of the day.

Kirk entered his name into the computer distributing the meal cards. The computer recited his name aloud, then showed him the selection of food programmed. Kirk noticed the T-bone steak into the upper-right hand corner. He imagined the pleasant aroma of sizzling steak, and quickly pressed the steak picture to select it.

"Are you sure this is your choice," asked the courteous female voice of the computer. "You cannot select any other platter once the card for this meal is given out."

Kirk pressed the big blue "YES" button. The display showed a dialog box with the words, "MEDICAL OVERRIDE." He ignored it and picked up the card to place into the synthesizer. He hurried to the synthesizer and immediately placed the card into the proper slot. The cover of the bin where food appears after synthesis glowed white, as the smell of fresh vegetables filled the mess hall. Kirk suspected there was something not right, but he dismissed it as the smell of the corn and carrots that came with his steak.

But there really was something wrong.

The door to the food bin opened to reveal a plate of dietary salad with a bottle of dressing. A surprised Kirk immediately rushed back to the card distributor and checked whether it has given the correct card to him.

Then he remembered the medical override notice.

He entered his name and checked who placed the override notice and changed his card to dietary salad.

The polite voice of the computer said, "Medical override placed by Doctor Leonard McCoy. Medical override was placed a few minutes earlier at 1155 hours. Medical prescription dictated that patient must lose weight to maintain optimal performance."

From his office in sickbay, McCoy thought he heard someone call his name as he placed the last bite of steak into his mouth. He placed the container into the trash, took his PADD and started to make his rounds again.

THE END.