Once again, I own nothing but the storyline and Silva. On with the story!
Several weeks later, Doctor McCoy was trotting quickly through the halls, his mind seething and bent on purpose. He paused only long enough to disable the lock on the cabin door before barging in.
"Spock!" he bellowed, his voice shaking in annoyance. "We need to talk. Now."
Spock rose slowly from the kneeling position he had assumed on the floor and turned to face Bones. "Could it not wait until after I have finished meditating, doctor?"
Bones shook his head agitatedly. "Dang it, Spock! When I said now, don't you think I meant NOW? It's important!"
"Indeed," Spock replied, motioning to a chair. "Speak, then."
McCoy huffed but sat down. Spock, sitting across the desk from him, raised an eyebrow expectantly. "Well, doctor?"
"It's about the captain, Spock," McCoy drawled, and he leaned in closer. "You've seen how he's been acting lately, what with that new-fangled girl of his. It's messing him up, Spock, and blast everything if I don't smell something fishy going on."
"Fish, doctor? I fail to see how that relates to the predicament at hand."
"Don't bother about the fish, you green-blooded computer! Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
Spock paused for a second, thinking. Finally, he stated, "Yes, I believe so. I myself have noticed a similar behavior in the captain lately, and it is most... unsettling. Almost as if—"
McCoy cut him off excitedly. "As if he has been brainwashed or something, right? My goodness, I'm so glad you've noticed too!"
Spock raised an eyebrow once more. "Perhaps a bit crude, albeit accurate, way to put it, doctor; however, I find myself tending to agree with you. Something is 'off,' as you would say, with this Silva Davidson, and it is affecting the captain. I am sure that the rest of the crew is aware, as well. It would explain the recent drop in efficiency throughout the ship."
Bones was already nodding excitedly. "Yeah, you're right! We've got to do something about this, Spock."
"Doctor, I fail to see what—"
He was cut off once more by the doctor's eager rambling. "We have to break them up. She's sketchy, Spock, real sketchy. I don't trust her one bit!"
"Be that as it may, doctor," he continued calmly, "I do not know what you wish for me to do."
"I don't know, but you have to do something! Isn't there, I don't know, some kind of regulation about this kind of stuff? You have that whole rule book thing memorized from top to bottom, so I'm sure you'll figure something out!"
Spock did not seem so sure as the doctor was, but after a few more earnest pleadings to spur him into action, Bones decided that he had prodded all he could. He had done his part to help the captain. Now, he thought with a shudder, now it was all up to Spock.