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And here is another short chapter. The next one is very slightly longer. And btw while gender-bending may be a little cliche, its is totally fun to write and also possible within the ST universe...and you know it!! XD


Later, Spock would resolutely deny that he had ever done anything as un-Vulcaneque as faint.

However, she was currently laying down in sickbay refusing to meet either of her anxious observers' eyes. "Doctor, I assure you I feel quite well," her feminine voice repeated for the fourteenth time before going on (and effectively cutting off the basic observations that the doctor would surely make...again), "Captain, has Mr. Scott discovered a way to repair this error before I am required to begin duty on the bridge at 0800 tomorrow?"

Jim was wretched. "He is trying to figure out what happened so he can try to recreate the...event. No word from engineering yet. This could take a lot of time. Spock, you don't have to..."

Round dark eyes finally fell on the young captain. "Captain, it is my duty to report to the bridge for my assigned shifts. My physical body may be altered, but I am fit to serve the Enterprise. I request that you do not confine me to tedious hours of nonentity while I await restoration."

Jim stared into those feminine eyes that were stubbornly set with resolve. Then he burst into laughter. He laughed until his eyes were full of tears and the good doctor was poised with an emergency hypo, but he waved Bones off and began to ebb in his sudden lack of control. He gazed once again at his baffled first officer with a huge grin plastered across his face. "Spock, you can report to the bridge at 0800...if Bones will release you from the medical bay."

The two directed their attention directly to Dr. McCoy, waiting expectantly. "Spock, far as I can see you're a perfectly healthy Vulcan. There's no reason to keep you here if you feel fine. All your charts look good. You're free to go, ma'am."

Jim burst into another fit of very unmanly giggles at the look that the Vulcan gave his chief medical officer at the last remark, earning a glare from both figures. "Jim, you, however, need to stay here for a few moments." The doctor's orders successfully cut off the laughter as effectively as it had begun.

Jim groaned, his eyes following his first officer as she got up and left the medical bay in the most condescending manner that a young Vulcan woman wearing a larger man's Starfleet uniform could leave the medical bay. "Bones, just because I laughed..."

A snapping sound brought the young man's eyes back to his best friend from the med bay doors. Bones had a look as if he were calling out Jim's bullshit. 'Odd', thought Jim, he hadn't been aware of any bullshitting in the last half hour that he'd been there...

"Jim, this isn't about you laughing and you know it."

Confusion was all Jim could manage to convey back.

If Bones hadn't been so used to his best friend's thickness his hand would have collided with his own face. James Kirk was the youngest captain in Starfleet, a brilliant mind, and a quick wit. James Kirk could also be quite dense. "Jim, I may be a simple country doctor, but I'm not stupid. You've got feelings for our First Officer like I have a nose on my face. I mean good god man, you couldn't keep your eyes off him...her...whatever."

Jim's eyebrows shot up as his face steadily became red. "Bones, I don't know what you're talking about." He mumbled over his shoulder as he scrambled towards the door and out of the good doctor's sight.

"In a pig's eye," Bones mumbled before setting himself back to work. There were still hundreds of being waiting to be checked on. He didn't have time for the captain's foolishness.


Just like in TOS, Bones KNOWS. Sorry this one is so short...again. I'll have another out VERY shortly.

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