"Damn that stupid green blooded hobgoblin." McCoy cursed under his breath. The Vulcan had not shown for his scheduled physical this morning. This was the second time that Spock had skipped out on McCoy and he could not figure out why such a logical being could not follow simple orders. McCoy was the chief medical officer of this hunk of space junk and he was not going to be ignored. McCoy fumed as he made his way to his office. How hard was it to just show up on time? And further more what kind of example was a commander setting if he himself did not follow orders.

McCoy sighed as the door to his office slid open. It had been a long day for the doctor, as people flew in and out of med bay with one ailment of another and here it was 30 minutes after his shift was suppose to have ended waiting for Commander Spock to get off his ass. This simple physical was suppose to be the doctors last appointment for the night, but here he was again working over when he could be doing something more important. Not that he could think of anything at this moment but he was sure there was something. Throwing down the PADD in his hands, McCoy plopped down into the only chair in the closet they called an office. "I need a drink"

Staring down at his desk McCoy could see Spock's medical files. He could not help but look at the emotionless picture that stared out of the PADD. The picture was a perfect replica of Spock. If McCoy did not know any better he would say Spock was about to quirk his eyebrow in that condescending manner that only Spock could pull off.

McCoy did not know when it had happened. He did not know when his feelings of irritation and contempt for the callous humanoid had changed. Maybe it was after Spock had saved them from Khan. Maybe it was after McCoy watched Spock visit Jim every day in the hospital. Maybe it was after McCoy had witnessed Spock explaining complex problems to Chekov during his free time. He did not know but at some point during this first year of their five year mission Spock had turned into someone that McCoy cared about. At some point those feelings of irritation and contempt had turned to excitement and admiration.

McCoy sighed leaning back in his chair closing his eyes against the headache that was starting to form. Jim had always said that he had the worst taste in the people he liked and here was the perfect example. McCoy was no stranger to crushes and had always tending to fall fast and to fall hard. But after his wife had left him he had decided that it was best to just stop those feeling in there tacks. He had learned his lesson; he was just not relationship material.

Leonard could not help the anger that seemed to bubble up inside of him. It had been a routine physical and here he was moping because the patient had not showed. When had his life turned into a teenage melodrama? No, there was no point in him feeling this way and he was going to put a stop to this here and now. If only it was really that simple.

Sitting up straighter McCoy grabbed his PADD quickly opening up his email. It was Leonard's responsibility to make sure that every member of this ship had an up to date physical and if Spock insisted to avoid his McCoy was going to have take action. Opening up a new message McCoy quickly composed an E-mail to Commander Spock before he could change his mind. Before hitting send McCoy reading over his writing to make sure that his point about being taken off active duty was made loud and clear. Spock should not have messed with him. Quickly hitting send McCoy could not help the smile that came over his face or the small hum that escaped his mouth as he leaned back to glance at the rest of his emails.

The majority of them were ship memos letting people know little things that might affect their work, and McCoy was not sure why it was important to inform everyone aboard that the mess hall was out of zucchini so they would just have to start replicating it but there was a memo for it. The rest of the E-mails were from Jim and McCoy could not help but snort at the quantity. He shook his head at his best friend's habit of sending him short messages when he was bored on the job. McCoy ignored most of these only sending back one reply informing Jim that if he was bored McCoy was sure he could find some new hypos to test on Jim.

Feeling marginally better McCoy opened his last e-mail only to recognized the name at the top. "Larry Brenner" realizing that he was getting an e-mail from his ex-wife's lawyer McCoy quickly shut the PADD down. Vowing to deal with that message later, much later, maybe after he had had a few drinks would be the best time. Leaving the PADD on the desk McCoy stood up and stretched his hands above his head. It was late and almost an hour after his shift had technically ended. Heading to his room McCoy's mind continued to race with what ifs and how's but there was no point contemplating those things now.

McCoy decided to call it a night refusing to think anymore about a certain pointy eared bastard. He had given up on the one thing he wanted before he even tried to go after it but it was best this way he did not get hurt this way and with that McCoy went to sleep not thinking about smooth green skin or the feeling of taking the tips of pointy ears between his teeth and he certainly was not thinking about how it would feel to be held by ever cool arms as he drifted into deep slumber.