A/N:
This is just a little fluff for fun. ^^ May be OOC, but cut me some slack, this is my first time writing a Star Trek story.
Might continue this...What do you think?
Also, I want to thank one of my lovely guests for pointing out a little Vulcan fact for me ;)
Nine-year-old Alice Wright had a very rare skin condition that spread rapidly if not treated with a specific antibiotic hourly. Studies showed that the condition could be healed over time if treated in a planet with high humidity levels. The Wright's were very wealthy, so naturally they would have many connections. And it just so happened that they had very high connections in the Star Fleet.
So it was, with the wealthy family's influence, that the Enterprise was temporarily reassigned. They were to transport the young girl from her home planet to an ally planet only hours away with a constant speed of Warp 5.
Picking up Alice was no trouble at all. The young girl said farewell to her weeping parents, then was positioned in the Sick Bay for the flight.
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Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock entered the Sick Bay as Bones was trying to give Alice her hourly antibiotic shot. She struggled and squirmed, pleading with the "evil doctor" not to give her the injection. "It will help you," Bones constantly murmured to her, trying to sound gentle. He could not get Alice to sit still to safely inject her. (It was rather odd, they thought, that Alice would be subject to so much fear for a shot she would surely be used to by now).
Jim also came over and attempted to sooth the girl. She would take comfort from neither, tears now forming in her eyes.
Seeing the gentlemen struggling with Alice, Spock gave an uncharacteristic sigh and walked over.
"Allow me, Doctor." Spock held out his hand for the syringe.
"What are you going to do to her?" McCoy asked, suspicion evident in his tone.
"If you will," Spock beckoned with his fingers. With some hesitation, the doctor gave up the antibiotic.
Jim and Bones stood back to watch the strangest thing they had ever seen the Vulcan do. Alice looked at the pointed-eared man warily as he sat beside her on the cot, her large blue eyes still spilled out tears. Spock took her pudgy hand in his thin one, Alice now looked more curious than scared. She looked over at McCoy in uncertainty, he nodded.
"I was once afraid of needles just as you were." Spock spoke smoothly and gently. Jim saw McCoy gazing at the Vulcan in complete shock.
"You were?" Little Alice asked, her eyes wide.
"That is correct. My Mother would sooth me when the doctors could not. She would tell me a fascinating story about a stuffed bear who wanted to become a living bear."
The men watched as Spock slid the syringe into position.
"That's silly." Alice giggled. As she laughed, Spock injected the antibiotic.
"It was. And before I could comprehend what had happened," he held up Alice's bandaged wrist for her to see, "The needle had already been applied."
The little girl's big, white smile was one they would never forget. In her innocence and appreciation, Alice stood on the bed and wrapped her arms around Spock's neck. "Thank you, Mister."
It was the strangest thing Bones had ever seen when the emotionless Vulcan returned the hug (even if it was a reluctant one).
Bones would never let Spock live this one down.
