In his quarters, Spock sat meditating. His mind was calm, and he was reaching the upper levels of concentration. Normally, he did not take free time because running a starship was a full time duty, but Spock made an exception for meditation regularly. It kept his mind focused.
As he sat there, his pointed ears picked up the minute sound of someone running. "Computer, lights at 95%," he said. The lights became stronger. He took off his ceremonial robe and, now dressed in the standard Starfleet uniform, went to the door.
It came open just in time for him to see a man in uniform run past. His eyes were wild and crazy, and he foamed slightly at the mouth. Spock almost stepped out to intercept him, but decided against it at the last moment. He disappeared on the other side of a bend in the hallway.
Hearing the telltale sound of another human running, he turned to where the man had come from. Dr. McCoy was sprinting down the hall, dodging the surprised crew members. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath outside Spock's quarters. With a start, he noticed Spock standing there. His face twisted to a look of rage.
"Why didn't you stop him, you green blooded hobgoblin?!" He demanded.
Spock put on a look of pure innocence. "I was under the impression you would handle the situation." He said almost smugly. "Do you need assistance?"
McCoy sneered. "Yes I do, no thanks to you." He took off again down the hall.
"Very well," Spock said, and even his Vulcan training could not keep the small smile from his face as he hit the button on the comm unit just inside his room. "Captain, I believe Dr. McCoy has a situation…
The End
