Chapter 2
"Bones? Where are you?" A drunken James T. Kirk ambled into a completely dark Sickbay. Leonard McCoy, or Bones as Kirk called him, was half asleep, drooling on his arm, almost completely covered in darkness except for the small light on his desk, completely forgotten. But by the time Kirk wondered aimlessly over to the light, Leonard was already up and wiping the drool off his wrist. He took one look at the bruised and bloody captain, stood up quickly and started rummaging around the shelves.
"Dammit Jim! What was your poison this time?" Leonard demanded and looked up into the rumpled face of his long-time friend worriedly. He was struck with Spock's words suddenly. He brushed the thoughts away and returned to the task at hand.
"Somthin' blue. It wazzlike blue rasthberries, and thizz guy came up and punched thelights outtame for hitting on his girrll." Leonard searched more frantically. Jim only had a lisp when he was really boozed. He finally came up with a sedative hypo. It'll have to do. He injected into Jim's neck, and fought off Jim's flailing limbs.
"Stopit! That hurths!" Leonard only rolled his eyes and waited for Jim to fall unconscious. When he finally did, McCoy picked him up gently [For an oldish man, he was surprisingly strong] and laid him on a sickbay bed. He decided to look over Jim, just in case, and grimaced at the deep scratch covering most of his bicep. He sighed and grabbed some disinfectant, portable dermal regenerator, and a strip of gauze. A little low tech, but it'll do. He thought, dabbing at the cuts all over Kirk's body. Stupid Kirk, getting drunk for no reason at all. Getting himself all scratched up and expecting me to fix it every time. One day, I won't be here. Then where will he be? Leonard was so busy cleaning wounds and bitching silently that he didn't hear the door shushing open and shut.
"Leonard? Are you here?" Spock unmistakeable tenor rung out through the nearly empty Medical Bay. Leonard cursed internally. I don't need Spock to be here! It's 2AM! Why is he awake anyhow?
"I'm here, Spock. What do you want? Is something wrong?" Leonard whispered into the darkness.
"Hello, Leonard. Good evening." Leonard started at the sight of the Vulcan right in front of him, seemingly appearing from nowhere.
"I need to converse with you, Leonard," Spock was cut off by McCoy's groan of frustration.
"Can't it wait, Spock? I don't want to hear about policies and regulations. I have a patient here if you didn't notice," He thumbed over his shoulder to the sleeping Kirk. "And I would rather focus on him right now instead of you." Spock's eyes darted towards Kirk, and sped back to rest on McCoy's face.
"I need to talk with you, Leonard." Spock insisted. McCoy ran a hand through his hair, and sighed angrily.
"No, Spock. Not now. I'll see you in the morning." He ushered Spock towards the door, but Spock stayed put.
"Isn't stubbornness a rather human emotion, Spock?" Leonard said, grinning sleepily. Spock seemed to be having an internal battle within himself, his expression stayed motionless but his eyes flickered through a different emotion every second. Finally, a clear winner came through, and Spock launched himself at McCoy. Stunned for only a second, McCoy moved nimbly out of the way as Spock went careening in his direction.
"What the hell, Spock!" He half screamed as Spock disappeared into the darkness that currently was his Sickbay. A pair of warm, dangerously strong arms suddenly crept around him from behind, and Leonard stood stock still.
"My dear Leonard, I wanted to talk to you." The unmistakeable voice sounded in McCoy's ear.
"Let me go, you damned hobgoblin!" Leonard growled at Spock, trying to sound confident when really, he was a whimpering 5 year old girl inside.
"I'd rather not, Leonard. I quite enjoy holding you like this." Spock stretched out over him, and his voice was now at his chin.
"I don't know why, but I find you fascinating." Spock's fingers wrapped around Leonard's wrist, and Leonard finally came to his senses and snapped his wrist back towards Spock's face.
"Don't call me Leonard, you green blooded bastard. I'm only Leonard to my friends. To you, I'm Doctor." Spock drew back for a second, but crushed onto the poor Doctor with more force.
"Okay, Doctor. Since you're a doctor, you can diagnose these symptoms. Whenever I'm around you, I feel my heartbeat beat erratically and my blood pressure rise. I find you aesthetically pleasing Doctor, and I find joy at the sound of your voice. Is this love, Doctor? Vulcans cannot feel love for another, but you have seemed to have broken me." Spock seemed to be lost in thought, so McCoy took this opportunity to wrench his body from the Vulcan's grasp.
"Look, you pointy eared asshole, I feel nothing for you. Only in a platonic way, and maybe not even that. Stay away from me." The last few words came at as a low Southern growl, and Spock looked momentarily deterred.
"I want nothing to do with you, your heart, your mind, your anything!" McCoy inched up to the seemingly frozen Vulcan, and poked him hard in the chest.
"And you better stay the hell away from Jim." Leonard added, as an afterthought. He didn't want this… this… Vulcan near his Jim. The Vulcan caught Leonard's hands in his iron grip and bent down to kiss the knuckles and all over his hands. That was the moment that Jim decided to wake up.