Stardate 2261.234
Enterprise Sickbay
9:40 AM
"Why do I have to roll up my sleeve for this?" Kirk muttered from his seat on the biobed.
"You don't," McCoy answered. "I just like inconveniencing you."
"Your bedside manner is as impeccable as ever, Bones. Ow!" he yelped when McCoy hypoed his arm.
"Stop whining its unbecoming of Command. Besides you should be thanking me. We still don't know
the effect Khan's blood will have on you. Keeping tabs on your health is in your best interest."
"I try not to think about it," Kirk murmured as he pulled his sleeve back down. "The less I have in common
with that maniac the better." He attempted a smile. "And I certainly don't want to end up homicidal, power
mad or despotic."
He paused for a few moments. "Bones…if Khan's blood does have any lasting effects…Could I pass them on
to my kids?"
McCoy snorted. "Putting aside for a moment my disbelief that Jim 'Tomcat' Kirk would ever settle down
and start popping out little Kirks-"
"Bones," Kirk interrupted. "I'm serious."
McCoy sighed."We just don't know, Jim. So much about the Augments is still a mystery. Starfleet Medical's
still going over the data we gathered from studying Khan before he was put back in the deep freeze.
We know that Harewood's daughter recovered from a fatal illness after being injected with Khan's blood
and your immune system has definitely improved since then. For all we know any kids you have might end
up healthier than they would have been otherwise. There's no sense in worrying about that now though, so…"
Abruptly he paused and then frowned. "Hey…what the hell happened to the bed?"
"What?" Kirk protested; "I didn't touch anything!"
McCoy had already turned and was calling one of the nurses. "Since when do we have white sheets?
What happened to the Starfleet issued blue ones?"
Kirk glanced down and noticed that the biobed sheets where indeed white and so where all the others
in the room. That's weird, he thought.
Chekov's voice came over the comm. "Keptin! We have arrived at ze Campor Seestem! You should see zis!"
"On my way, Chekov!" He turned back to his muttering CMO. "Good luck with your mystery bedsheets, Bones!"