A/N: Salima Master of Light wanted me to update super fast - so here is chapter 3 for all of you to enjoy. I would also like to thank all of you who have left the wonderful reviews. Definitely motivational!

Chapter 3

Scotty had played his part well in distracting Kirk, but Sulu knew that he could not keep asking him to fake incidents involving several men (who clearly should be actors), a vast range of sharp and blunt instruments, electrical wiring and a poster about anti matter. Sulu smiled when he thought of how inventive those in engineering could be. He could have asked again; he was positive that they would have delivered another outstanding performance; but it would have become too obvious to Kirk that he had gotten Scotty on side.

Hence he wouldn't go skipping off down to engineering to prevent a mass murder taking place.

Besides, he would hate to see what would happen if he over used Scotty and something really did go down in engineering.

No; he needed to keep it real...

... and that was why he was stood outside the medical bay about to go and ask a favour from McCoy. A position that he had always hoped that he would not find himself in. At times dealing with the cantankerous doctor was like pulling teeth.

Sulu explained his situation for the second time in two days to McCoy. He couldn't tell if McCoy thought it was funny or absurd or a bit of both.

"Damn it Sulu; I'm a doctor, not a piggy in the middle!" A predictable reaction to his request.

"The only other way i can put this is if Kirk gets what he wants, I'll rearrange his pretty boy face and you will be the one who has to fix it". Sulu deadpanned.

"Keep your damn fists in your pockets; I'll help already. I don't much fancy a whining Kirk in here. A comatose kirk I can deal with, but I still don't want you sending me patients".

Sulu smiled with his success. "Thanks Dr McCoy". He said as he left the medical bay.

Two hours later he was on the bridge for what should prove to be an amusing shift. Chekov was sat off to one side of him number crunching and oblivious to all people and events alike around him whilst kirk's wondering eyes kept wondering in just the right direction to find Chekov.

Sulu felt a deluge of envy form inside him. He knew that he didn't have claim over Chekov; after all they were just friends (and even if they were dating he would never say he had any claim over him); but something inside him wanted him to physically fight Kirk who he perceived (and correctly at that) as being not only a competitor, but also a predator. Sulu felt this envy every time Kirk looked at Chekov but always knew that unless Kirk hurt Chekov he wouldn't be able to justify breaking the Captain's jaw.

Towards the end of the shift once again, Kirk made his way over to Chekov and started to talk to him; Chekov still continuously missing every chat up line and remaining oblivious to the Captain's true intentions towards him.

'God damn it McCoy - where are you? Oh god - I'm starting to sound like him!' Sulu flummoxed himself.

"Would you care to join me for a game of chess tonight in my quarters?" Kirk asked innocently.

Just before Chekov could answer (and by the looks of it the answer would have been yes) the turbo lift doors opened and McCoy stepped out; his facial expression a text book example of annoyance.

'And the cavalry arrives just in the nick of time once again.' Sulu mentally cheered.

"Jim; you're late for your full physical examination". McCoy said looking less than impressed at Kirk.

"I'm not due for a physical". Kirk counted but looked more than a little puzzled.

"Yes you are - and your late for it. Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor not a personal chauffeur". McCoy hooked a hand around Kirk's arm and dragged him across the bridge and towards the turbo lift. "Would you please get to your appointments on time! My job description does not state that I have to chase patients around because they can't be bothered to show up."

"Bones; for the last time I don't have a physical booked for today".

"And for the last time I am telling you that you do! If the pointy eared hobgoblin can turn up on time on the right day, so can you!" Sulu heard McCoy's last statement as he dragged Kirk into the turbo lift.

Sulu looked over at Chekov. Chekov wasn't sure if he should be frightened or if he should be laughing. Everyone on the bridge had fallen silent, each trying to process what they had just witnessed.

"Remind me never to get on McCoy's bad side". Sulu joked out load. The joke lessened the tension on the bridge and Sulu saw out of the corner of his eye that Chekov had begun to smile.

"I think I vill alvays go to a physical early". Chekov said.

"Same for the rest of us as well". Sulu agreed.

No one present on that bridge was ever going to be even a second late for a physical after that performance. McCoy just struck that kind of fear into a person.

After the shift had ended another day for them, Sulu caught Chekov and asked if he would join him for a drink.

"I vould, but I am not alloved to drink alcohol. They keep saying that I am too young; but in Russia i vas alvays given wodka". Chekov answered. He was going to say more but Sulu stopped him with by shake of his head.

"I didn't say a drink of alcohol Pavel". Sulu smiled at him.

"Oh. Vell da then, I vould lowe to join you for a drink". Chekov visibly brightened up.

Sulu was more than a little amused as well as curious when Kirk didn't put in an appearance for the rest of their evening.

A/N: McCoy rocks!!!