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It wasn't fair.
"Scotty, if you don't take a break for sleep I will order you to."
"Doctor, ye cannae tell me do that."
"I am your doctor, and I will"
"Alright."
Capt. Montgomery Scott slowly rose from the engineering station on the Enterprise-B and, head hung in despair, started to trudge off to his guest quarters. Leonard McCoy watched him get up.
"I'm going to let Spock have it for letting you work this much."
Scotty was pushing himself harder than the Vulcan, pulling twenty-two hour shifts daily. Being a Vulcan, Spock could handle it, but Scotty was at the end of his rope. He had already completely refitted the ship, inside of five days. He had torpedoes and phasers working, and had even designed and installed a tractor beam, one superior to the one designated for the ship. On top of all of that he had designed, built by hand and installed an incredibly sensitive sensor system. Capt. Harriman was so amazed that he had assigned all of the Engineering staff to Scotty's orders.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.
McCoy had practically commandeered the Yorktown as soon as he heard. Capt. Kyle was just itching to get out there to search for Kirk and to help the Enterprise-B. Kirk was Kyle's first captain, so naturally McCoy called Kyle and demanded him to have the Yorktown take Spock and McCoy out to the area immediately.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.
No it wasn't, but there was nothing more Commodore Leonard McCoy could do.
"Scotty…" McCoy called out quietly
"Aye?" came back the defeated answer
"I'm sorry"
"Aye."
"It's just that"
"Dinnae tell me, I know"
"Ok, go get some sleep"
"Yes, Doc-, Commodore"
As the Turbolift doors closed on Scotty, McCoy turned on Spock
"SPOCK!"
"Yes, Doctor?"
"What is wrong with you, you know better than to let Scotty pull such hours!"
"Logically, I could not get in Mr. Scott's way, especially when he could do more than I could."
TWO WEEKS LATER
"Ambassador Spock." Called Scotty
"Yes Mr. Scott?" came the answer
Grimly Scott ordered, "Call off the search."
"Yes Mr. Scott." As toneless as ever.
"Call Chekov, Sulu, Uhura, McCoy and Carol Marcus, and inform them, I cannae do it."
"Yes Mr. Scott"
Scotty wept.
EARLY 2294
"I'm off to Norpin 5."
"Wery goot luck to you Scotty"
"Good-bye Scotty"
That's where I belong, in with those who are finished. Those who cannae even save their Captain.
It wasn't fair.
"Scotty, if you don't take a break for sleep I will order you to."
"Doctor, ye cannae tell me do that."
"I am your doctor, and I will"
"Alright."
Capt. Montgomery Scott slowly rose from the engineering station on the Enterprise-B and, head hung in despair, started to trudge off to his guest quarters. Leonard McCoy watched him get up.
"I'm going to let Spock have it for letting you work this much."
Scotty was pushing himself harder than the Vulcan, pulling twenty-two hour shifts daily. Being a Vulcan, Spock could handle it, but Scotty was at the end of his rope. He had already completely refitted the ship, inside of five days. He had torpedoes and phasers working, and had even designed and installed a tractor beam, one superior to the one designated for the ship. On top of all of that he had designed, built by hand and installed an incredibly sensitive sensor system. Capt. Harriman was so amazed that he had assigned all of the Engineering staff to Scotty's orders.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.
McCoy had practically commandeered the Yorktown as soon as he heard. Capt. Kyle was just itching to get out there to search for Kirk and to help the Enterprise-B. Kirk was Kyle's first captain, so naturally McCoy called Kyle and demanded him to have the Yorktown take Spock and McCoy out to the area immediately.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.
No it wasn't, but there was nothing more Commodore Leonard McCoy could do.
"Scotty…" McCoy called out quietly
"Aye?" came back the defeated answer
"I'm sorry"
"Aye."
"It's just that"
"Dinnae tell me, I know"
"Ok, go get some sleep"
"Yes, Doc-, Commodore"
As the Turbolift doors closed on Scotty, McCoy turned on Spock
"SPOCK!"
"Yes, Doctor?"
"What is wrong with you, you know better than to let Scotty pull such hours!"
"Logically, I could not get in Mr. Scott's way, especially when he could do more than I could."
TWO WEEKS LATER
"Ambassador Spock." Called Scotty
"Yes Mr. Scott?" came the answer
Grimly Scott ordered, "Call off the search."
"Yes Mr. Scott." As toneless as ever.
"Call Chekov, Sulu, Uhura, McCoy and Carol Marcus, and inform them, I cannae do it."
"Yes Mr. Scott"
Scotty wept.
EARLY 2294
"I'm off to Norpin 5."
"Wery goot luck to you Scotty"
"Good-bye Scotty"
That's where I belong, in with those who are finished. Those who cannae even save their Captain.