A/N: If you have any ideas or prompts I would be happy to write them. They'll all be short like this but they're usually fun to do. Hope you enjoy! I will write any warnings on separate chapters.
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Birds of a feather
McCoy groaned as he was graced with another face full of feathers. He pealed the large appendage off his weary head and sighed as the wing swept back into its resting position.
Spock glanced up briefly before returning his attention back to his experiment.
The doctor tried to focus once again on his own research, but was interrupted by yet another assault from the fawn wing. He huffed in irritation and slammed his padd down on the table.
Spock didn't twitch.
McCoy frowned at the lack of response and placed his hands on the table.
"This isn't working."
"Obviously."
McCoy narrowed his eyes and tried to swing the wing in a way that would ensure the vulcan received the same treatment he had endured for the last two days.
He managed to knock himself off his chair.
Spock still hadn't moved.
The CMO hauled himself upright only to stumble forwards when his wings tried to overcompensate.
"I swear they have a mind of their own," he grumbled.
"I highly doubt that, Doctor, considering the fact that not only are they linked to your Central Nervous System, but they possess no independent coordinator within their structure which would enable them to-"
"I get the picture, Spock. It was a figure of speech."
The Science Officer's mouth drew into a thin, straight line in the vulcan equivalent of exasperation before returning back to his research on what chemicals were in the drug that the residents of the planet they were orbiting had injected McCoy with, against his will.
A sudden, involuntary shiver wracked Spock's frame and the doctor within McCoy was on immediate alert.
"You alright, Spock?"
The vulcan blinked, as if surprised by the concern for his well-being.
Leonard rolled his eyes and gestured in the vague direction of his companion's body.
"You... shivered."
Spock tilted his head slightly.
"I am cold," he replied, as if it was the most logical answer in the world and why couldn't the simple-minded human understand that?
Leonard furrowed his brow; he knew that the ship was suited to human standards, which made it a little on the cool side for his pointy-eared friend, but he never thought it was that cold. Now that he looked more closely, the tips of Spock's ears did look a bit pale and his neck was covered with tiny goose bumps. Did Spock always huddle into himself like that?
Sensing the doctor's gaze, the Science Officer tried to relax his stiff shoulders as he answered the unspoken question.
"I am fine, Doctor. The laboratories are the only areas, excluding sickbay, where my core body temperature tends to decrease. It is of no concern; I have acclimatised."
Leonard stared pointedly at the tips of Spock's ears.
"Uh-huh. Sure you have." A thoughtful expression crossed his face before he walked around the table until he was standing by the vulcan's side.
Spock tensed when something large, soft and decidedly fluffy wrapped gently around his body.
"Relax, Spock." The command was muttered, embarrassed.
The vulcan did as ordered, albeit hesitantly and was rewarded with the fawn wing curling more securely around his body. It was surprisingly pleasant.
And warm.
With his other wing, a lot of concentration and Spock's impressed gaze, McCoy dragged his textbooks from the side of the table and the pair continued their research in a comfortable silence.
"Next time, Mister Spock, tell me when sickbay's too cold for you."
