HI. These drabbles are intended to be short and pointless. Some will be humorous, some fluffy. I just don't know.

This is rated T to stay on the safe side.

Anyway, I hope you like them.

"You're just like humpty dumpty. You're lucky I can put you back together again." McCoy smiled. Despite his reputation as a grump, he liked comforting scared patients. He hated the fact that people feared his sickbay simply because his reputation as a biter exceeded him.

The ensign smiled. "T-thanks Doctor." His head was wrapped tightly in bandages.

"Now, you're going to stay here until I can be sure of no brain injuries. And don't try to hide anything from me, got that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

McCoy entered his office and was surprised to find Spock standing there.

"What do you want?"

"Doctor, who is this Humpty Dumpty?"

"What?" McCoy looked up. He knew Spock grew up on Vulcan, but could he honestly not know ancient Earth rhymes? His mother didn't recite them?

"You compared Ensign Redshirt to a 'Humpty Dumpty'. I am unaware of him, is he a member of the crew?"

"No, Spock." McCoy leaned against his filing cabinet and took a deep breath.

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

'Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

'All the king's horses and all the king's men

'Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again."

Spock raised his infernal eyebrow. McCoy sighed heavily.

"You mother never recited that?"

"No. I am grateful she did not. It is most illogical."

"Sing a Song of Sixpence."

"I know no such song."

McCoy shook his head. "Look it up."

Spock shook his head.

"I highly doubt I will do such an act, Doctor. 'Humpty Dumpty' is enough illogic to kill a man."

"Very well. Good day, Mr. Spock."

"Good day, Doctor."

A FEW WEEKS LATER, MAN.

McCoy sat down next to Spock, meal in hand. Spock regarded him coldly. McCoy, as per usual, described his meal in attempt to annoy the Vulcan.

"I've got a sandwich with rye bread, thought I'd try that instead of my usual white, and a pie for dessert."

"Is it a blackbird pie, Doctor?"

McCoy stopped mid chew.

"What the devil does that mean, Mr. Spock?"

"Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie." Spock made it sound as though it were the easiest thing to comprehend in the whole galaxy. McCoy narrowed his eyes.

"What?"

"It is a line from Sing a Song of Sixpence, doctor. Surely you know, you were the one that asked me to look it up."