A/N:
Okay, a few notes for this story:
The chapters will be pretty short and spontaneous, since my inspiration has been rather unpredictable.
I'm fairly new to the Trekkie world, so forgive me if I use incorrect terms or titles. A Glossary would be super helpful. ;)
I wasn't very certain of this chapter…and I'm rather embarrassed. But let me know what you think ;)
They were about halfway to their destination when Jim heard the familiar tune of the ship's com system.
"This is the Captain."
"Jim," there came the unmistakable voice of Dr. McCoy, "My patient is asking for Spock."
Said Vulcan looked up from his station, looking as plain and emotionless as ever.
"You heard him, Mr. Spock." Jim gave his lopsided grin.
"Yes, Captain." And with that, Spock got up from his station, walked to the turbo-lift, and was out of sight without another word.
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When Spock entered the Sick Bay, Dr. McCoy was preparing another antibiotic, and Alice was sitting calmly on the bed, her legs swinging below the edge. She looked up as the Vulcan entered and gave a big smile.
Bones finished the preparations and gave the syringe to Spock.
"It's been an hour. Alice would like another story." Spock could hear the personal pleasure in the doctor's tone.
He looked over at the girl, whose large eyes shone at the prospect of another carefree shot. He then looked at the doctor, noting McCoy's grin and expectant expression. On an average case he would have rejected, knowing that this was a waste of valuable time, when he should have been deep in his research or at the Captain's side, ready for whatever he might need. But then again, without him, the girl would give the doctor quite a task and something unfortunate might happen. Besides, if the child was satisfied, the parents would also be satisfied.
"I see the logic behind your request."
And so it was, every hour for that trip Spock would come back to the Sick Bay and retell his childhood stories to young Alice so she would be distracted from the shots. She would smile every time she saw the Vulcan. In the habit of the innocent, she even went as far as requesting to sit on his lap for the final injection.
As far as Bones could tell, Spock betrayed no emotions regarding his little mission. He didn't even seem slightly embarrassed. The Vulcan carried this out as if it were his duty, like there was some logical base to it.
Bones was already planning on how he would tease the Vulcan about this later...
A/N:
Constructive feedback always appreciated.
P.S. I'm trying to decide on how I want this story to go…I have little ideas for both sides.
Grief or fluff? ;)