Hey all! This is the first of many drabbles that I am very eager to write for Star Trek: TOS! As you'll probably be able to tell in this chapter and others, Bones is my favorite character, closely followed by Spock and Chekov. Enjoy and REVIEW!
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"Why, Spock, why?" McCoy flashes a blue-eyed glare at the Vulcan. "You could've died -"
"That is very true, Doctor." The Science officer's hands are clasped in an infuriatingly docile fashion.
Doesn't he realize that he's the only Science Officer we have? We'd be shorthanded... we can't afford to lose him! McCoy thinks angrily."Spock, don' you realize -"
"First of all, Doctor, I do realize that the crew would be shorthanded without me, seeing as I am the only Science Officer on board..."
The good doctor's jaw drops.
"...second, it is very hard to understand you when you speak that way. You tend to, shall we say, increase your native dialect when you become emotional."
"Pointy-eared mind-reader!" spits McCoy. "Jus' scoot outta here!"
"May I rest my case, Doctor -"
"I said scoot!"
The door to sickbay slides shut with a sigh. McCoy is left alone.
"I saw that green-blooded grin," he mutters. "Darn Vulcan."