"Keptin on ze bridge," echoed Chekov's voice as Kirk stepped to his Captain's chair.
"Thank you, Ensign," Kirk's replied as he stared at his First Officer at his station.
He was always staring at the pointy-eared Commander. The way his lean form casually stood monitoring work. The way his cheeks flushed a hue of green as if he were blushing. The way his elf-like ears curved up the side of his face like a perfect brush stroke. Why did he notice all of these things? Kirk was the biggest player in space, so why was he so infatuated with the alien? With his best friend?
"Dammit, Jim! The HOBGOBLIN?! You can get any piece of tail in this entire galaxy, and you go for the unemotional computer?"
"He's not a computer. And he's half human; which means he has to have feelings somewhere in there."
"The hell he isn't. Jim…look. If you wanna make him your cuddle buddy, fine. I can't tell ya what to do. But I will not hear ANY details of whatever disgusting sexual perversions you plan to commit with him, you got it?"
"Sexual perversions? Why I have no idea what you mean, Doctor," Kirk said with a wink.
"Oh don't play dumb with me. With his telepathy, I can hardly fathom what you two will do. The mind libido you send him may be enough to kill him!"
"Wait, telepathy? We can have sex in our minds! That's way better than I was thinking of!"
"Forget I said it!" Bones exasperated with his hands thrown up in the air.
"Just think. That beautiful Vulcan body on me with his fingers placed on my—"
"Greetings, Dr. McCoy," a familiar monotone voice sang from the entrance to Sickbay.
Spock stood just inside the automatic doors; looking picturesque. His eyes had a gleam to them (at least Kirk thought they did), but his stance was rigid. He knew exactly how he'd loosen him up, too. "Gods I hope he didn't just hear me with those freaky Vulcan hearing senses," Kirk thought as he stared at his First Officer.
"I believe it is time for my physical examination."
"You bet it is! Three minutes early…punctual as usual. Hop up on the bio-bed, and we will make sure you're running up to snuff," McCoy said with his unbeatable Georgian accent.
"Firstly Doctor, Vulcans do not "hop" onto anything. Also, I can assure you I am running at top efficiency. My internal stabilizers are fully functional, and I sense no current dangers to my health."
"Well then, do it to make me sound of mind, would ya?"
"Another human phrase that I try to wrap my thoughts around. With the nature of your emotions, I fail to see how you could ever possibly achieve full peace of mind."
"Like you just stated, it is a phrase. Take it for what it is rather than analyzing every bit of it, Mister Spock."
Kirk was laughing hysterically at this point. It never ceased to please him seeing his two best friends bantering like this. They would be the end of each other; he was sure of it.
"I fail to see what is so comical, Captain," Spock said with his famous eyebrow raise.
"Never mind, Spock. Internal amusement I suppose."
"Ah."
"Welp, you're just fine. I'll see ya in another three months for another exam, okay?"
"If you insist, Doctor. I would prefer to simply check with you if my internal senses are amiss. However, I see no point in debating the matter with you as I am sure I will lose."
"You bet you will!" Kirk retorted back. "I will accept nothing but the best and most frequent medical care for my top officer."
"Very well, Captain."
"You can call me Jim, you know."
"I would prefer not to in the case that we are currently on duty. Perhaps when we meet for chess after dinner. That is assuming you would still like to join me."
"I couldn't think of a better way to spend the evening, Mister Spock."
The two were engaged in conversation, and so did not notice Bones rolling his eyes and getting a nauseous look on his face. He knew exactly what Jim was up to. The question was, did Spock?
