Chapter 3:
Checkov, unlike most of the command crew, typically was able to avoid sickbay.
He had gone on his first away mission with Kirk, Uhura, and Spock, and wound up shot in the shoulder with an arrow.
Kirk wasn't in a better position either; he had gotten his foot stuck in a rather painful bear trap.
"Mr. Spock, you said that planet was uninhabited." Kirk snapped sharply.
"Captain, all scans indicated that it was. The inhabitants were hidden in the caves; those caves acted as a scrambler, and we were unable to detect them." Spock responded shaking his head.
"Well… I suppose that makes sense. Alright get to the bridge ,Spock; they need you there." Kirk ordered. Spock gave a curt nod and walked out, hands clasped behind his back.
"You stay still, while I check up on Jim." Bones ordered Checkov. Bones had just finished patching both of them up, and was now making sure they remained put.
"Yessir." Checkov nodded, knowing full well the Doctor's patience was not to be tested.
"Ya hurtin' ,Jim?" Bones asked, checking the bandage around Kirk's ankle.
"Nah, I'm alright." Was the response.
Bones gave him a warning look, before walking over to the replicator.
Ordering two plates of peaches, broccoli, carrots, and one bun per plate, he served both patients before returning to his office.
They both frowned at the meatless vegetarian dish. Of course it had to be vegetarian day on the one day they ended up in sickbay.
On certain days of the week, there were certain days with special menus that could even override Bones's medical diet orders.
Both Kirk and Checkov sadly poked at the food, before an idea formed in Kirk's mind.
All of a sudden Checkov was hit square in the face by a bun. The surprise on his face was priceless to the captain.
"Keptain?" the Russian asked in shock.
A mischievous look crossed the captain's face as he flung broccoli at the young navigator.
A similar glint formed in Checkov's eye seconds before the captain was pelted in carrots.
Bones sat in his office, filing paperwork. He had explained earlier that his two patients were to eat their food, and try to rest.
This is why he stiffened at the sound of laughter and giggles.
Something's not right Bones thought, slamming his PADD on the desk and stalking into the other room.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he was suddenly bombarded by sticky peaches.
Kirk and Checkov looked terrified, much to Bones's inward glee.
"Uh, Bones, I can explain." Kirk gulped cramming carrots into his mouth.
"I sure hope so ,Jim. I'm givin' ya one chance ." Bones scowled.
"Um… I was- Uh- We we're… I'm sorry?"
"I'm not going to sedate ya this time, but you'd better eat what's left… NOW!" Bones kept his scowl as the two crew members ate in sulky silence.
When they had finished, they remained under Bones's watchful gaze, until both had fallen asleep.
Satisfied Bones went back to his paperwork.
Kirk cracked an eye open several minutes after Bones left. Rising up, he gingerly placed weight on his ankle. It had received several treatments with the dermal regenerator, but was still tender and raw.
"Hey ,Checkov! Let's go, Bones isn't looking." Kirk prodded the sleeping teenager.
Waking up slowly, Checkov groggily blinked. "Where are we going ,Keptain?" The boy asked drowsily.
"A place I discovered through in vent shafts . Bones will never look for us there."A small smile flit across both faces, as they scurried out of the room.
"JIM!" A furious shout later echoed through the lower decks. And for the rest of the day, even Spock carefully avoided Doctor Mccoy's warpath.
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