Disclaimer:I do NOT own anything related to the Star Trek series, this means the story, the characters or whatever you can think about. Star Trek is the intellectual property of Gene Roddenberry, so obviously, not me.

Finally, I want to precise that my friend TamakiCat (my partner on this account) has given me the starting idea for this fanfiction, when Spock is thinking about Bones in the deck, so, thanks! ;)

Author' note: I am sorry in advance if there is anything that is wrong in the chapters I will write for this story, since I have only low Star Trek knowledge. I saw the new movie, watched/read a couple things about the original ones and so, but never actually saw the whole thing. Though, I got help on that so thanks to you! ;) …V! Chapter 1 written by Sh00ter.

Hit Me Baby One More Time

Chapter 1

"I'm a doctor! Not an engineer! Gna gna gna!" Thought Mister Spock while walking right to left in the deck room, an irritated look on his face and his eyebrows even more frowned than usual. Jim walked to him and made him stop his pacing. He looked worried about his pointy eared friend who has been acting this way during the whole morning. Spock stopped in front of him and looked in his eyes, waiting patiently for him to speak, as he looked as he wanted to say something.

- You alright? Asked the Captain to the Vulcan.

- I am very fine, Jim, thank you, he answered while showing his desire to continue his unbreakable walk.

- If there's somethin' you can tell me, you know! Jim stopped him.

- I know that. And I do not have anything to tell.

Jim Kirk did not believe him one single second; he knew there was something running in his Vulcan head, though his Vulcan face wouldn't show anything. Spock had still this unbearable mister doctor McCoy passing through his mind for an unknown reason that he would have liked to know so then he could stop thinking about someone he did not really appreciate. It was a genuine torture for Spock to have Bones irritating face in his mind for so long hours while he couldn't do anything because of him. "I'm a doctor! Not a bricklayer! Gna gna gna!" Spock thought again as he tried to get into his daily work, but without success, obviously because of the Doctor still annoying his mind. "Why will you not get out of my head?" he silently asked to himself. Why won't you leave me alone, you imbecile of a cheap doctor?!" Jim reached him again to annoy the Vulcan just a little more as he so much enjoyed doing every single day of his existence aboard the star ship.

- Oookay! Now don't tell there isn't something wrong with ya!

- Why would it be something wrong with me, "honourable" mister Captain?

- Why…damn, Spock! You don't see yourself; you look like you're in pain, my poor friend!

- …oh, do I, Jim?

- Let me think…Totally yeah.

- Are you worrying for me? That is…strange, I must say. Something usual to humans, I guess. Spock shrugged.

- Uh, yeah, I'm making worries for you. And obviously, I'm a human! Humans usually worry for their friends, even if those friends are such annoying Vulcans! Answered the Captain with a cheerful smile.

- That is something I unfortunately do not understand very well…

Mister Spock couldn't end his sentence for McCoy has just entered the deck room very loudly, whining about this and that, just as he liked doing each morning after waking up, as usual.

- No one to welcome me?, the Doctor grumbled.