We Soar Until We Fall
Don't own Star Trek, never will. [Unless someone wants to be really nice for my birthday!]
Someone opened the door to the Sickbay. "Doctor, may I talk to you for a minute?"
Leonard McCoy looked up from his paperwork and into the face of the resident Vulcan.
"Depends, Spock. Does it involve correcting my logic and or glaring mistakes? Or is it just to see my beautiful face?" Leonard said tauntingly, sounding upset but actually relieved. Anything to distract him from paperwork.
"Not this time, Doctor." Leonard raised his eyebrows, detecting the bit of amusement in Spock's voice.
"Well then, get on with it Spock. I don't have all day." Leonard moved down his desk, and Spock moved with him.
"You know that Vulcans cannot feel love or jealousy, correct?" Leonard stopped rummaging around his desk and looked up again, scrutinizing the Vulcan's face.
"Of course, you idiot. Get on with it." Spock cleared his throat and clenched his hands tightly behind his back.
"I do believe the Captain has feelings for you, Doctor." Leonard gaped at Spock, mouth open and eyes wide.
"The Captain? Have feelings for a scrawny old man like me? Impossible, Spock. Besides, isn't he seeing a girl named Kaila or Gaila or something?" Spock shook his head.
"They ended their relationship a few weeks ago, Doctor." Leonard ran his hand through his hair, and caught the Vulcan tracing his movements with his eyes. Leonard had a new thought,
"Are you jealous that I might like Jim back, Mr. Spock?" he said, incredulously. The Vulcan only shook his head, and left a very sceptical Leonard behind.
"Jim have feelings for me? Yeah, right. Spock will eat meat before he has feelings for me." He mumbled quietly to himself. He added, "I might go crazy and start talking to myself if that happens." He chuckled darkly, and went back to work, almost forgetting Spock entirely.
Almost.