This is a Sarek/Leonard McCoy fanfiction with dash of some Spirk. This is my first fanfiction, so reviews are helpful.

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With a sigh, Leonard rested his head on his desk. The days of patching up ensigns and treating common illnesses were getting to him. Not like he wished for an epidemic or anything, he just didn't expect life in space to be so... dull. He still wasn't used to the fact that the only thing separating him and certain death was a hunk of metal. Leonard praised it, though. It's kept them all alive so far. He'd have to thank Scotty again for that soon.

Leonard's comm beeped, making him almost fall out of his chair. "Damn it, what do they want at 2307?!" He grumbled as he looked at the screen.

"Doctor McCoy,

Please be ready in the transporter room to welcome our unexpected visitors.

Captain Kirk"

Short and to the point, eh? Jim must be as tired as Leonard was. Who in the hell would come knocking at this time anyway? They're hot-headed bastards, Leonard knows. He knows that he's not going to like them.

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Leonard was brought to attention by a sharp jab in the ribcage. "Stop grumbling, Bones, they'll be here any second!" He glanced over at Jim, who was trying his best to look like he's freshly awake. It was Jim, Leonard, and Spock that were welcoming the visitors. Jim said that he brought Leonard because he knew he was already awake. Bullshit, Leonard called it. That kid just liked to bother him at night. Ever since the damned Academy...

"Who in the hell is coming at this hour anyway?" Leonard complained, trying to rub away the bags under his eyes. Jim and Spock shared a look. Right when Jim opened his mouth, the transporter pad lit up. When Leonard saw the ta'als, he knew he was absolutely in for the long run. This was so not going to be fun. He scowled briefly at Jim before putting on a straight face.

"Welcome aboard the Enterprise!" Jim kept a happy-looking straight face. Only he could do that. Leonard tried not to roll his eyes- he wouldn't want to be called 'illogical' for such behavior. "I'm Captain Kirk. This is my First Officer Spock," Spock raised his hand in the ta'al, "and my Chief Medical Officer Dr. McCoy." Leonard only nodded, inspecting the group. Of course the Ambassador was there. Much to Spock's dismay, probably. There were others he didn't recognize, but he really didn't care. Vulcans made his blood boil.

"Captain Kirk," Ambassador Sarek stepped forward. "We are aware that this is a very inconvenient time for you as humans to be awake, as it is approximately 2325. If you are amenable, a tour of our quarters would not be needed as I have already studied a map of the ship." Before Jim could respond, Sarek went on. "I am Ambassador Sarek, here on behalf of matters concerning Vulcan II and its inhabitants. With me are T'Saang," an Elderly-looking woman, but who knows with Vulcans, "and Savul," a male, middle aged Vulcan if Leonard had to guess. T'Saang was small and frail, and Savul looked as though he'd had his fair share of combat. Leonard wondered exactly what kind of trip these Vulcans were making. His eyes meandered back to Sarek. He looked different somehow... Like he was bothered by something. But no, those hobgoblins don't have any goddamned emotions.

"It is certainly nice to meet you two," Jim said to T'Saang and Savul. They just looked at him in response. Awkwardly (but Jim'll never admit to that), he continued on. "If you are sure that you know where everything is at, I'll leave you all to find your way. Spock will tell you all your room numbers." Glancing over, Leonard saw that Spock already had his PADD out to show the Vulcans where they were staying. Jim and Leonard shared their own look, since they both knew how Spock and his father were together.

After everybody was on their way (and after Jim patronized the goblins about directions), Leonard trudged off to his room. He wasn't supposed to be up this late. He and everybody else on the ship needed a steady eight hours of sleep every night. How can they do that if they're woken up by those green bastards?! Leonard angrily brushed his teeth. He had to wake up early the next morning, too, for ship-wide vaccinations. Maybe he'd give M'Benga the first shift... He tugged off his clothes and flopped into bed. He really just wanted a day off.

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Leonard groaned loudly when his alarm went off. He really didn't want to do stupid vaccinations on the whole ship for the next couple of days, on top of his usual patching up of redshirts. He showered, did his usual hygiene stuff (he flossed too because he can't afford bad dental health, damn it), and got dressed in his blue and black. After grabbing his comm, Leonard set off for breakfast.

In the mess hall, Leonard sat at his usual table with his usual friends. Jim, Spock (if he even WAS his friend), Uhura, Scotty, Sulu, Chekov. The people he actually got along with around this place. Jim was busy making jabs at Uhura, and Leonard would think something was going on if Jim hadn't ranted about Spock one night after drinks. That boy had a thing for his first officer, and everybody knew. Even Uhura, but she was too nice to care. Her thing with Spock was over long ago, and they're good friends now. Which is something Leonard admired. He could never go back to being friends with his ex-wife. That woman was crazy.

Chekov was excitedly chatting with Scotty about quantum physics and whatnot, and Sulu was half in that conversation. Spock just sat and listened. Probably "analyzing" the "illogical humans." Leonard rolled his eyes. He really hated how those damned Vulcans belittled humans every chance they got. Just because they actually showed their emotions. Leonard really did have a thing against the pointy-eared bastards. He stabbed at his eggs and bacon, shoving the food into his mouth. And now there were pureblood Vulcans on the ship. Just what Leonard needed.