A/N: For any of you that's wondering about the timeline, it's like the year or so before Bones and Kirk had for Starfleet. Kirk met Spock when they were young (with Spock being a little older then Jim of course) and Jim met Bones around the time he dabbled in odd jobs and running from the law, cause he's such a delinquent. σ_σ
I'm starting a pattern now (that I hope I stick too if my muse and college has anything to say about it) where I start on Monday, post on Saturday, and rest on Sunday. :]
Warnings: language, sweetness?, stalkerish Spock
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Spock believed his seduction of McCoy was a success. They stayed at the park well into the evening time, until Joanna was falling asleep on her feet. Jim wasn't any better. He had glared at Spock once Leonard and his daughter made their way back home. "You're on your own now."
Now Spock sat in the Academy's mess hall contemplating his next move. Spock liked to think that his seduction of McCoy was like capturing the Queen in chest. He has to build an elaborate strategy to get to him. For the past couple of weeks, Spock has been making (what he thinks) subtle moves but obvious enough to show his interest. He started by unexpectedly dropping by the hospital (information courtesy of Jim) with small injuries that could have been treated by the Academy's medic teams or himself. Bones noticed this of course and glared every time he arrived. Especially when Spock specifically asks for him. After the first couple of days, Bones finally snap. "You idiotic hobgoblin! You don't have to injure yourself just to see me. That shit ain't at all logical, Spock."
Spock's eyes twinkled with mirth, making Bones flush. "It's perfectly logical Doctor. You are studying alien physiology, so I thought it would benefit you to have a measure of practice-"
"Alright alright! I get it. Now shoo! Get the hell outta my hospital before I kick your ass."
"I'm sure that's not all you wish to do, Doctor." McCoy sputtered.
Spock praised his Vulcan heritage for gifting him with speed fast enough to dodge an assortment of items.
After that day, if Spock had free time, he'd stop by the hospital. Bones found that he had the uncanny ability to drop by when he was free or relatively free. They would hold intelligent conversations or heated debates that would result in Spock being kicked out of the hospital by Bones. Spock hypotheses that is was Leonard's curious human way of showing affection. He usually dealt with Jim in the same manner, so he believed he was making progress.
Spock and McCoy had become what Jim would call, "hot gossip", at the hospital. Upon entering and searching for Leonard, he would hear various comments that highly amused him.
"There goes McCoy's Vulcan man."
"That grouch is so lucky. Hot damn I wish I had a piece of that."
"Why are all the sexy ones gay?"
"I wonder who tops?"
"Do you think they would agree to a threesome?"
Absolutely not. The mere thought was absurd. Do humans not know how possessive Vulcans are? The doctors or nurses would then point him in the direction Leonard was in.
"Good God man. You sure know how to stir up trouble," McCoy said scowling.
"Then I am to assume you know about the rumors."
"Fuck yes, and your just fueling them. Coming in here every damn day…" Leonard grumbled. Spock smirked. With his eyes of course. "I still disagree with you on the treatment of traumatized Narcians."
Leonard whorled on him, "Now you listen here." And so began another debate.
Spock usually spent his lunch hour with Jim or McCoy and Joanna, but today he was alone-planning his next move. His checkmate.
Spock took up most of his lunch break researching classic human gestures of courting. The most noted one, most common in the south, was the deliverance of an assortment of flora. Spock didn't quite understand the gesture, but he could understand the romantic undertone. Now Spock just needed to locate a florist. He ventured towards Captain Pike's office and waited until he was permitted inside.
Pike smiled. "What can I do for you Lt. Commander?"
Spock inclined his head. "May I speak to you off the record sir?" Pike's brows furrowed. "Of course Spock. Is everything all right?"
"There is nothing amiss. Your advice, however, is needed."
Pike did a go on gesture with his hand. "You have made romantic overtures to a partner you have deemed suitable to be long term, correct?"
Pike brows flew to his hairline. He began to smile, "Sometimes, yes."
"Have you ever used flora to entice a partner?"
"A couple of times."
Spock's hands met at the small of his back. "I wish for your advice on the presentation of the flora and where to purchase them."
Pike smiled, leaning his elbows on his pristine desk. "I'm going to need some basic information to go off of here, Spock."
Spock's brow rose, "Meaning?"
"Like, is this person a he or a she, what's their favorite color, and so on."
Spock inclined his head, "Very well. His name is Doctor Leonard McCoy, he has a very gruff demeanor but it is obvious he cares for his patients and his daughter-"
Pike sat back, "Daughter?"
"Yes, Joanna McCoy." Spock replied smoothly. Pike hummed. Then suddenly smiled. "I have the perfect idea."
Spock perused the many flora options and he could honestly say he had no idea what he was looking for. Finally the girl behind the counter came around to help him.
She smiled, "Any idea what you are looking for?"
Spock's fists met at the small of his back, "No. I will admit to some difficulty finding the right kind of…flowers for the plan that I wish to undertake."
"Oh, what's your plan?" The girl, Christy as the nametag said, smirked.
Spock told her the plan that Captain Pike had help him with. Christy suddenly got starry eyed. "Oh my goodness! That's so sweet! I have the perfect group of flowers." She ran around the shop, towards the side, where she gathered an assortment of flowers ranging from Red, Pink, and White. She ran back towards him, cheeks flushed with excitement.
"These are Camellias. Red means You're a Flame in my Heart, Pink means Longing for you, and White means You're Adorable. These are just perfect!" She was practically jumping up and down.
Spock's brow rose. "Very well. I shall purchase them." He exchanged credits with the girl after she arranged the flowers in a pleasing formation. He took the bountiful bundle of Camellias and exited the shop.
He arrived at McCoy's flat (information courtesy of Jim; Leonard's expression when he first showed up still fresh in his memory), his finger on the buzzer. Soon enough, two sets of feet was heading towards the door; one heavy, the other light and quick.
"Who is it?" Joanna called.
"It is I, Spock." Spock answered. He heard Joanna squeal and quickly opened the door, her father standing behind her. Joanna's eyes, hazel, widen when she saw the flowers, McCoy's brow rose, a good imitation of Spock's. "May I come in?"
Leonard nodded his head, he and Joanna stepping back to allow Spock room to enter. The door slide shut behind him. Joanna jumped up and down, her dirty blond curls bouncing. "Are those flowers for daddy?" Spock caught Leonard's eyes, watching his pupils dilate and his cheeks flush. "No," Spock answered, much to both their surprise, "these are for you." Spock stooped down to her level and handed her the bouquet of flowers.
Joanna blushed and giggled, accepting them and putting the Camellias under her nose.
"You tryna ask my daughter on a date." McCoy huffed. Spock looked up at him. "No, I came to ask you on a date."
Leonard crossed his arms, "Well aren't you going about this the wrong way? Your suppose to give the flowers to me and then ask."
Spock tilted his head. "Wrong? So this was the wrong course of action? It did not work?"
Bones huffed. It did dammit. He could honestly say that that was the sweetest thing any of his potential partners has ever done for Joanna. Spock stood up and took a step towards Leonard. "Do you know what each of those flowers mean?"
Spock plucked a Pink one and handed it to Leonard. "I long for you."
He plucked a Red one. "You are a flame in my heart."
Then he tucked a White one behind Joanna's ear. "You are adorable."
Both McCoys were blushing. Spock stared deep into McCoy's eyes, stepping into his personal space. Sharing his breath.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" They stared at each other for a while, Joanna looking between the both of them behind her flowers.
Still looking into Spock's eyes, Leonard addressed Joanna. "Hey Jo, you wanna hang out with Jim, Saturday night, at seven?"
Joanna laughed, "Yes!"
Checkmate.
"Okay Jim, riddle me this. Do Vulcans date?" Bones had video called Jim after Spock left.
Jim chuckled, "Well, they court each other. To us, it'll seems really subtle, but to them it's blatantly obvious."
Bones raised an eyebrow, "He hasn't been exactly subtle."
"Well yeah, because you're human. If he was, you wouldn't know he was interested in you. So, Spock finally made the move. When's your date?"
"Saturday at seven and you're staying at my house to keep Jo entertained." Bones said, daring Jim to refuse.
Jim shrugged, "Anything to help out my best buds."
Bones rolled his eyes. "So why me? I mean, why a human?"
"You should really be asking Spock these things, but I guess I could help you out. People find Spock too "Vulcan" to date, Vulcans find him too "human" to consider. Spock has to find affection where he can. Most of the time his relationships are casual, because they don't always work out due to his dual heritage.
"Spock has found his equilibrium now where he lets some of his emotions…known. He has his setbacks where he'll retreat into his "old self" and become all cold and stoic-y. Mostly when he loses some control, no matter how small. Contrary to popular belief, Vulcans do feel and it's strong. That's why they have to control them," Jim finished.
Bones was quiet for a while. For the past couple of weeks, he had felt honored that a Vulcan was flirting with him. Openly. It was thrilling, fun, and nice. It's been a while since he felt a romantic interest in anyone. Sexual, but not romantic. The fact that Spock was letting him in emotionally made him smile, just a little.
"Oh, what's this? Bones smiling like a little school girl, that's what!" Jim laughed.
Bones sent Kirk a heated glare. If he were here in person, he would've died to death.
"Don't give me that look. Bones and Spock, kissing in a tree K-I-S-S-" Bones cut the video transmission and went to go prepare dinner for Joanna and himself.
A/N: This was actually the chapter that made me want to write this story in the first place. While I was reading a SPONES fiction, I randomly thought of Joanna and that scene popped up. Hey look! I posted earlier than I thought I would! Reviews yes?
