Shawn had a burned arm heading his way to Sick Bay. He had one wrist holding his arm up feeling it in agony. He was the chief engineer not the new ensign in the starship. He was a genius by star fleet standards. A progeny, his father,Admiral Henry Spencer saw potential in Shawn to become a star fleet officer. A captain, no less. So to get himself out of the command track Shawn purposely failed the Kobyashi Maru. Well, actually, cheated. It depend on who you ask. If you asked his friend Gus, he would go on to talk about the theoretical chance of torpedos striking down a opposing starship. Firing all torpedoes at once. And as punishment he was transferred to engineering. Shawn was a grease monkey, his father knew that, his mother knew that, his best friend since childhood currently the chief medical officer knew that, and the stars may as well known it.
It was an accident that he got his arm burned.
Shawn walked into sick bay.
"Shawn," Came Burton Gus, Gus for short, from his desk standing up. "What did you do now?"
"It is no biggy," Shawn said. "I just had my arm leaned against one of the panels during a red alert."
Gus's eyes directed over toward Shawn's hand.
"Damn it, Shawn," Gus said. "Why did you have to be the one to enlist me into medicaid!" Gus walked around the table then came over to the cabinet attached to the wall. "Get onto a biobed. And you are going to need a complete physical." Shawn had a loud gasp. "You have been avoiding it for the past week. And you are not walking out while you are in need of help."
"You got me." Shawn said, with a sigh.
Shawn walked into the main sick bay room. He came over to a biobed considering what worse scenarios he could be in. He could have lost his entire arm if he had leaned his shoulder against it. Shawn had a photographic memory that he inherited from his mother, someone who was from Star Fleet internal affairs, someone who left the Spencer household and ended the marriage. For years Shawn resented his father believing it was he who ended the marriage. Shawn also considered what kind of Pineapple drinks he was going to order in the mess hall before returning to duty. And he was also considering how to tell Buzz, the navigator, that not everything was made in America. Then Shawn looked over to see the first officer, technically head security officer, sitting on a biobed alongside him with his chest wrapped in gauze. His pointy ears were tempting to flick. His pointy eyebrows were so fluffy. His hair curly as hell.
"Hey Lassie-Face!" Shawn gleefully said, with a wide smile on his face.
"Spencer." Lassiter replied, with a growl.
Vulcans never did growl toward Shawn but it appeared that Shawn was the only one exclusively able to make this one growl. Wait, he is a halfbreed. His father, a Ambassador, had married a human teacher and produced a child. Then, as all accounts went, they had a poly marriage because it turned out that Lassiter's mother was bisexual and had promised her girlfriend of five years to marry her when she finds the man they can both be with. As it turned out the girlfriend would become admiral, head of security, named Pavlona Chekov. Everyone knew about this unusual arrangement. Shawn had gleefully ignored these news while in the academy studying engineering. Studying for the required warp core class. Actively understanding it. And being a greasemonkey was apparently in his future.
"What brought you here?" Shawn asked. "I didn't expect to see my favorite hot and sexy Vulcan here."
"None of your concern, Mr Spencer." Lassiter said.
"Awww," Shawn said. "Well, I am getting a complete physical after I get my burn treated."
"Just my luck." Lassiter said, briefly closing his eyes rather annoyed.
"So, was it bad?" Shawn asked.
"I am not at the liberty to reply, Mr Spencer." Lassiter said.
"You can tell me, Lassie." Shawn said. "I am your love interest."
"No, you are not." Lassiter said.
"Well, then why did you Vulcan kiss me on the away mission?" Shawn asked.
"That I was a accidental hand swipe." Lassiter said.
"Then what about the pineapple you left at the doors of my quarters which I tripped over and sprained a leg?"
"Not me." Lassiter said.
"What about the baby Sehlat I found sitting at my doorstep that I gave away to the Andorian child who needed it more than I did?" Shawn asked.
"That was not me." Lassiter said.
"This has been a cute affair but if you are not going to admit to me then there is no crush going on and it is not going to be funny. I am considering dating Jules." Shawn said. "At least she admits to sending me gifts and responds to my advances! Unlike someone I know who is the most terrible boyfriend in the world BY GETTING ME A WRIST BAND THAT TRACKED ME WHERE-EVER I WENT!"
"That was not my intention and not my gift. It was from Doctor Guster." Lassiter said.
"Liar." Shawn said.
"I do not lie." Lassiter said.
"You are half human, Lt Commander," The last part came out bitterly. "That should make an excuse for you."
"Mr Spencer, that does not give me the right to lie." Lassiter said.
"Oh, what about you calling me your T'hy'la, was that a lie?" Shawn said, glaring back at him. "It is a serious conversation when it comes to soulmates. I am not kidding around with you. I can be patient but you are just giving me the cold shoulder." Shawn went onto the other biobed wincing as he did using his hand to prop himself up. "Maybe you should hook up with Nurse Marlowe. She is pretty bad-ass in the field."
"Nurse Malowe is a human and it is highly illogical I hook myself to her skin," Lassiter said. "Logically, that would harm her mentally and physically."
"I meant becoming an item." Shawn said.
"Illogical." Lassiter said.
"You say everything is illogical. Hey Gus, aren't you coming in?" Shawn leaned to the side with a wince.
The doors opened to let in Guster holding a device in one hand and a hand carrying a roll of gauze. Gus was whistling one of his usual tunes. Honestly, he enjoyed his job. Helping others was a dream he had never expected to be his dream. It was thanks to Shawn that he found his life long ambition. But the problem was, Gus hardly found someone to spend his life with. Except with his best friend. Lassiter did not reply as Gus used the dermal regenerator on Jim's skin aiming it at the seams of burn around his wrist. He didn't talk much doing his job followed by loosely wrapping the dry gauze around the wrist as Shawn winced closing his eyes briefly at each stroke. Guster rolled an eye making the distinctive, "Big baby." Shawn pretended that Lassiter was not on a biobed across from him.