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Spock very graciously sat down in the Captain's chair, hiding the fact that he once again was internally marvelling over the fact he was sat on such an exquisite form of seating.
"Sorry if I appear rude Spock, but.." Uhura swivelled round to face the acting Captain. "Where's Jim?"
The Vulcan tilted his head; "He has retired to his quarters, Lieutenant."
"Yeah, because some of us have the common sense to get some rest after being stranded for 3 days" McCoy interrupted, mockingly.
"The hint in which you intended to insult me with is not logical Doctor, for you too, have not rested."
McCoy scoffed and shook his head dismissively.
"Further, I can last longer without sleeping, than your species are able to" the Vulcan added. "Generally, I do not feel any different, considering this is my lifestyle, and-"
"Yes Spock I get it" McCoy sneered in his face, the Vulcan maintaining his blank expression.
Uhura faltered in her seat and quickly forced herself upright before McCoy saw her.
"Lieutenant?" Spock had caught her, however.
"Yes Captain?" Uhura begged from within herself that he didn't announce to the entire bridge that she wavered for 2 seconds.
"What was the cause for the temporary weakness that I observed you endure just now?"
McCoy instantly spun to face Uhura. She sighed.
"Captain, doctor, I am fi-"
"What do you mean by weakness, Spock? Did you see? What happened?" he began analysing the Lieutenant for serious injuries. He saw nothing, so grabbed a tricorder from his medkit and run it over her. She rolled her eyes and sat back, annoyed.
"Doctor," she began, holding back a frustrated sigh of embarrassment.
"Damn it, when was the last time you ate something?" McCoy looked at her as if he's had the biggest shock of his life. "You're malnourished!"
"Well, not since Jim left to beam down 3 days ago, doctor, I didn't move from my post"
McCoy scowled, turned to another crew member, and found a new victim; Sulu. He marched up to him, running the same test.
"Damn it Spock, is everyone in this room malnourished? We're gonna end up getting grounded by Starfleet Command if they find out!"
"We were merely being faithful to Captain Kirk, doctor" Sulu squinted and straightened his back. McCoy turned a perfect 90 degrees towards Sulu and gave him an angry glare.
"No-one on this damn bridge is gonna be more useful than an empty candy wrapper at this point" he turned to Spock and gave him a frown. "Everyone in this room is going to eat right now, and that's a medical order from your chief medical officer!"
Spock opened his mouth to say something, probably about how he was in command, but then realised when it came to the health of the crew, Doctor McCoy had more authority than him. He snapped his mouth shut again and nodded to everyone, who were all hopefully staring at him.
As everyone left to eat, Spock approached McCoy with caution, just in case he was still fuming with anger.
"What do you want, Spock?" McCoy could feel him hovering behind him.
"Doctor, seeing as Jim might still be sleeping in his quarters, I ask for myself to bring him food"
McCoy blinked rapidly. "Spock," he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "You're the Captain, you can do what you want"
The Vulcan inclined his head. "I will ensure that Jim receives his sustenance"
McCoy slightly smirked in reply, and watched Spock leave to grab food for their friend.
On his way to Jim's quarters, Spock stared in disgust at the food that beheld him. The food that he was holding in his hands. The food, which were only separated by the plastic object that lay between the apparently digestible slop and his hands. He felt glad that the ship had food of Vulcan custom on board the ship, and he didn't have to tolerate whatever nutritious poison that the humans were known to like.
He caught sight of the door, and unfortunately for him, collided with the metal. He exhaled briefly and passed the plate into his left hand, entering Jim's code combination with the other. The door didn't budge. Spock held back the urge to groan in irritation.
"Jim?" he called calmly outside. "I bring you nourishment." He waited for a few beats but heard no reply. Was he asleep? Spock carefully bent down to look through the door window.
Peering through, he saw his friend, sprawled out across the floor hyperventilating, seemingly muttering something in terror.
"Jim? Captain?" he raised his voice in alarm of what he saw, not expecting a reply.
After the sight continued for another 5 seconds, Spock threw the plate aside and hammered on the door, not caring about his display of emotions.
"Jim! It is Spock! Open the door!" he almost shouted, to no avail. He wasn't even sure if the outside of the quarters were soundproof. He attempted to enter a security override pin, which threw him out 4 times, before he dropped everything and ran as fast as he could back to the bridge. He could use the communications built into the walls, but didn't think of such.
"Well then, I guess the next time you decide to eat something that you think looks disgusting, you can bet your sorry ass that it will also taste disgust-"
"Doctor McCoy!" bellowed a voice from behind him. McCoy spun around instantly to face a very wildly panicked and out of breath Vulcan. McCoy instinctively grabbed his medkit and hurriedly walked next to Spock. He wasn't used to seeing the Vulcan like this.
"What's happened Spock?" he asked, control filling up his voice.
"It's-" he tried to catch his breath, "It is Jim, doctor" he said, trying to sound calm and collective as if no-one saw him barge in while yelling. Before Spock could finish his sentence, McCoy was darted off to the turbolift, with the Vulcan following behind him. The rest of the crew were staring blankly as the doors closed at the sudden commotion.
"Why couldn't you just get me through the communicator?" McCoy fumed as he stormed down the hallway.
"I.." Spock hesitated. "I did not think of this solution"
"Your solution was to find me and make him wait for as long as possible?" he scowled.
"Believe me when I say that I was temporarily emotionally compromised by what I had seen, it will not happen again, doctor"
"Yeah you can bet your sorry ass it won't happen again" McCoy spat at him through gritted teeth, approaching Jim's quarters and quickly peering through the window.
"Shit." He muttered under his breath, passing the medkit to Spock and rapidly typing in the manual override controls to the door. As the door opened, he snatched the medical supplies back and quickly strode up to Jim's side, who was on his back now, his eyes glossed over, breathing shallowly. McCoy began to run a tricorder over him.
"When I saw him a few minutes ago, he was in a most unpleasant state" Spock stated.
"And I guess I'd still be seeing this 'unpleasant state' if it wasn't for how slow you were to get me" the doctor replied.
Spock decided that for now, it was best to keep his mouth shut.
TBC
