McCoy stormed through the corridors muttering under his breath. Passersby backed out of his way as he stomped his way towards Spock's quarters. That damn Vulcan had missed a medical exam again. This time he was going to march to Spock's room and make him take all necessary tests even if he had to drag him back to sick bay and restrain him to a bio bed himself.
Using his medical override on the first officer's door, McCoy popped his head in the doorway. Finding no life inside he quietly slipped in. All did seem quite empty.
Spock was due to finish sometime around now, he never did take off a minute or two early like everyone else did occasionally. Last time McCoy checked Spock was in the labs doing some research, which meant that he was on his own.
Usually Spock's habits were to work then come straight to his quarters to do whatever a Vulcan first officer does. However if Jim was with him, the captain would persuade Spock into some time in either one of the rec rooms or Jim's quarters. Since Jim hadn't used a comm. unit to contact him, Jim was not with Spock and he would be returning to the quarters in a few minutes.
All he had to do now was sit and wait for Spock to make his appearance. McCoy began to wander around the room to occupy himself during the wait. He had only been in Spock's quarters once or twice before and never had a chance to see them in full.
The space that held his computer and work space was very basic and dull, just some ornaments and a chess set out. Off to the side was Spock's sleeping area, the walls were draped with heavy red material and an orange glow coming from the dark stone catlike statue near the bed. On the walls hung a variety of what he supposed must be ancient Vulcan weapons. Why Spock had them here he had no idea, it wasn't the strangest thing about Spock.
McCoy sent a moment observing the array of swords, daggers and spears. Near the bed there was a long whip, with a braided handle. It was not secured down so McCoy picked it up to examine it closer. Although old, it appeared very durable as it hardly had any sign of aging and looked to be in good working order.
Being nothing but human, McCoy simply had to try it out, just to test that it would work. Holding the handling loosely to assess the weight McCoy decided that the bed was a very good place to test the whip on. McCoy moved to the foot of the bed to allow enough space to swing the long braid.
Judging the space where lash would strike on the bed, McCoy swung forward. The long braid curved on itself and the thin tip welted his bottom. The crack echoed of each surface loudly. A second or two ticked by before McCoy's eye bulged and he sprang up with a strangled yell, holding his stinging buttocks.
The doors opened and Spock ran in, making his way to the sleeping area before abruptly stopping to stare at the strange incident. Dr McCoy was half crumpled on his bed, tightly holding his bottom, all the while screaming and sobbing.
When McCoy finally seemed to notice him he yelled, "Help me out you damn cold blooded Vulcan, I'm having a crisis!"
Spock raised his eye brow and stated passively, "Doctor, you are a crisis."