Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.
Leonard "Bones" McCoy was double checking the results of the tests he had run on Jim over the course of his "Puppy-fication", for the lack of a better term, to send to Pike along with a progress report, when he heard familiar voices outside his office.
'Spock, I swear that I will increase your lab hours, or reduce them, hell, I'll even order Uhura to meld with you to sort out your issues, whatever you want, just so long as you let me go.'
'Captain, you are showing signs of side effects from the transformation, Dr. McCoy will need to examine you to determine if there is any reason for concern.'
'Examine me? Of course he'll examine me, after he jabs me with a thousand hypos. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Jim off duty?'
'A thousand is a gross exaggeration.'
Deciding that he had better see what all the fuss was about, despite having a good idea as to what it was, before Jim annoyed the pointy eared hobgoblin into nerve pinching him, or worse come up with an argument that would convince Spock to let him escape unexamined.
'Spock seriously...'
Leonard could have sworn Jim's voice had just gone up an octave... or twelve.
'Am I interrupting?'
'No.'
'Yes.'
Leonard glared at the two men before him and crossed his arms, 'so since you can't seem to agree, would one of you at least explain why you're interrupting my paperwork time?'
'Shouldn't you be in bed?' Jim asked.
'Unlike you, I don't have the first shift tomorrow morning,' Leonard answered, 'and I would like to know as to why you are not in bed either.'
'I was until Spock dragged me out of it.'
'You were sitting on the floor when I arrived.'
'So I fell out of bed, and that automatically means that you have to drag me down to sickbay. I don't recall you knocking either!'
'Spock, why did you bring him here?' Leonard interrupted before the argument got out of hand.
'The captain has been showing signs of side effects, noticed by both Nyota and myself. Nyota witnessed the captain scratching at his leg with his other foot in a manner more akin to a canine than a human. Earlier this evening I saw Jim dreaming as he often did as a puppy.'
Puzzlement flickered over Jim's face, 'you saw me dreaming... YOU WERE IN MY BEDROOM WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE, HOW STALKERISH DID YOU WANT TO GET?!'
'Jim calm down,' Leonard snapped, grabbing his tri-corder, 'sit, I need to take some scans, and no hypos either.'
'If I am correct in assuming that you knew why we were here, why did you ask?'
'Because I could,' replied Leonard without looking a Spock, turning to Jim he added, 'exactly what else have you been doing, that you know of.'
Jim look resigned as he answered, 'the scratching thing started when I was taking to Pike, you can ask him if you want, then I nearly stuck my face into my food and ate it that way at dinner. Sulu and Chekov were there if you need to check. Then I had a weird dream where I was a puppy again. I didn't tell you because... just... just no more tests ok?'
Jim looked at Leonard as someone had just kicked his puppy, (no pun intended), and he took pity, 'since there's no immediate sign of anything, you can go, provided that you come straight here the next time one of the side effects occurs. If they keep happening after next week, I will need to run more scans, until then, I'll just record them individually as isolated incidents.'
'So what you don't want to psycho-analyse my dream?' Jim asked with the barest hint of a smirk.
'Unless your dreams involve a snowman resembling Pike, wanting to be your friend, then chasing you with a carving knife because he eats his friends, I don't want to hear about what goes on in your head at night.'
'Aw, is that your current brand of nightmare? You should lay off the booze before bed there Bones.'
Leonard brandished his tri-corder at the blonde, 'out with ya, you too,' he added to Spock who was watching their exchange silently, 'I have paperwork to return too, and just because it's done electronically, not on actual paper doesn't mean it's not important,' forestalling the comment Jim was about to make.
Ushering the pair out, McCoy headed back into his office to amend the report he was compiling to Pike. The Admiral had already filled him in on the scratching incident; he had simply hoped that Jim hadn't come to him because he thought it was an isolated incident.
A/N: I decided to include a McCoy chapter because I thought it would be fun to write. Please tell me if it seems off in any way, I haven't written a McCoy chapter before./p
