Merry Christmas, Sweetie
This is a sequel of sorts to Schematization's story "Christmas Wish." It could stand on its own, but I advise reading "Christmas Wish" first.
P.S.: there may be some alterations cuz I'm too lazy to go back and re-read
I disclaim all things that are not mine
"Hey Bones!" Captain James T. Kirk called from across the crowded mess hall, cheerily waving Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy over to his table. The CMO walked over to the relatively quiet corner and dropped heavily in to a chair. His thoughts were on his daughter, Joanna. Ever since he divorced Jocelyn, he seemed to miss everything in his baby's life. Time after time he had promised to preserve some shore leave time just for her, and time after time he'd had to cancel. His baby girl probably hated him now, and she had every right to.
//Puh, baby… she's 28, Bones get over it.// he thought to himself. Jim noticed his friend's melancholy mood.
"Bones? Hey, why the long face? C'mon, it's Christmas!" he said in an attempt to cheer the doctor up.
"Exactly." Leonard muttered as he poured himself some eggnog. He finished it in one gulp.
"Never took you to be a Scrooge," Jim said lightly. Before his companion was able to retort, Spock, the half-Vulcan, half-human science officer, popped up next to him, seemingly out of nowhere, and looking decidedly perplexed.
"I fail to understand why you would refer to Dr. McCoy as a fictitious character. And I would not mind an explanation as to why Lt. Uhura and Messrs. Sulu and Chekov are wearing red and white snow hats in a perfectly warm room where there is no snow to speak of." Spock said, his infamous eyebrow raised.
"It's Christmas Spock. A holiday that celebrates the birth of Christ, love, goodwill, any of this ringin' a bell?" McCoy asked with a hint of sarcasm, glad for the distraction.
"What bell?" asked the Vulcan with an air of innocence.
Groan. "Forget it, ya dim-witted hobgoblin!"
"There is no need for insults. I am anything but dim-witted."
"C'mon, Spock. 'What bell?' That sounded utterly stupid!"
"Perhaps if you would simply say what you mean,"
"How about you put that logical mind of yours to work and learn some earth idioms? You're half human."
"Your sayings are illogical."
"Now listen here you…"
"Gentlemen, please, enough!" Kirk, who had been watching with amusement interjected. While watching the pair argue was a favorite pastime for most of the crew, he knew that unless he knocked Spock off of his white horse right away, the Vulcan would succeed in rescuing the doctor in distress. Which was not going to happen, not until Jim got some answers. He gestured for Spock to sit down and returned his attention to Leonard.
"So, Ebenezer, what ghosts have troubled you tonight?" he asked gently. Spock's eyebrow shot up again and he opened his mouth to make a comment. He was silenced by a look from the captain.
'Humans are… weird.' He decided, nodding shortly to himself.
"Nothin Jim." Bones lied. No need to make his captain feel bad. Besides, he wanted to feel sorry for himself in peace.
"Doctor, you are, ah, full of it." This comment came, surprisingly enough, from Spock. "I do know some human sayings." He explained with just the tiniest hint of smugness.
"You've been acting… different since we changed course." Jim prompted.
"I was looking forward to leave." Leonard shrugged.
"Bones…"
"Will you stop sticking your nose in, Jim?! Leave me ALONE!!" with that explosion, the fuming doctor stormed out of the hall and into his quarters, leaving his confused friends blinking behind.
About a half hour later, there was a knock on the door. Knowing that he wouldn't get any peace until he fessed up, Leonard called a weary come in. The door slid open to reveal, not Jim, as expected, but Spock.
"Spock?"
"Can I talk to you without running the risk of damaging my ears?" Again with the eyebrow. The thing gets so much exercise it could probably hurt some one.
"Yeah. Sorry about that."
"Accepted. Now may I ask what is bothering you?"
With a sigh, Leonard explained the reason behind his sadness. "I don't expect you to understand," he finished.
"Despite what you may think, doctor, I do have… feelings." Spock admitted, knowing he'd never live that one down. Leonard smiled and handed Spock the picture he had of his child. "That's Joanna."
"Her eyes are similar to yours." Spock observed.
"She's my little girl. Okay, she's 28, but she's still my baby." Towards the end of this sentence, the doctor got a little bit choked up. He swiped furiously at his eyes.
"Sorry Spock, I know this makes you uncomfortable."
"The thought of my health depending on an emotionally distressed physician makes me even more so, Doctor." Spock informed dryly.
"I'm touched."
"I'm sure. Good day Doctor."
"See ya, Spock."
On the bridge, a couple of minutes later, after a short debate with captain Kirk, Spock gave the order to increase speed and ready a shuttle craft.
Got 2 get 2 class, I'll update asap!