In short, dating Spock was interesting. In long, they did a lot of things together that weren't overall romantic, but definitely something that they wouldn't have done before. Leonard would visit the Bridge more to banter with Spock about meaningless things, while the Vulcan would in turn visit Sickbay every once in a while to talk about medical things. They also took walks every once in a while around the emptier parts of the ship- which was actually a completely useless thing to be doing. Nothing could be accomplished by it, but they still walked around different parts of the ship for about an hour every other day.

And yet, Leonard still felt as lucky as someone who won the highest spin at a Dabo Wheel.

As he was finishing up his very important work in Sickbay, Jim strode into his office accompanied by Spock. Leonard held up a finger, making Jim sigh impatiently. He finished quickly, put his things away, and stood up. "Dinner?" He guessed, since Jim looked hungry. Or was that his face?

"Damn, Bones, is that a hypo in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Jim smirked, eyeing Leonard's crotch. He glared at him, and pulled a hypo out of his pocket.

"Forgot I had that there. Was carrying it around because I was worried a patient was going to get aggressive." Leonard said, leaving the hypo on his desk and walking out with them.

"Who was it?" Jim asked, no doubt wanting to gossip.

"That's confidential, Cap." Leonard replied, bumping arms with Spock. The Vulcan hadn't spoken yet, so Leonard was somewhat worried that something was up. Spock didn't respond to the arm contact, though, so he sighed and kept walking.

In the mess, after they had started eating, Spock excused himself to the restroom. Once he was out of hearing distance (a very great distance, with those Vulcan ears), Leonard turned to Jim. "Okay, what the hell is going on? He's been quiet this whole entire time."

"When is he not quiet?" Jim joked half-heartedly, chewing on his spaghetti. Leonard gave him The Look, which worked every time. "Okay fine. On an away mission a few days ago, an ensign died and Spock refused to let anyone bring the body back."

"Wait, what?! What away mission? When?" Leonard interrogated Jim.

"Calm down, Bones, God..." Jim shook his head and put his fork down. Leonard had long since abandoned his own meal. Jim made sure none of the people around were listening before he continued. "About three days ago, Spock and a few others beamed down to the planet to get some information from some astrophysicist. But our positioning systems were all wrong, so they got lost. Then some ice monster cornered on them, survived their phaser shots, killed the ensign, and chased them off."

"Why didn't you tell-"

"Shh, he'll probably come back soon." Jim said quietly, looking around. "We didn't want you to worry. Anyway, the other crewmen wanted to go back to get the body, but Spock refused to let them and ordered them to stay where it was safer. Now some people are convinced that he has no respect or regard for the dead-"

"Who?!" Leonard snapped, wanting to straighten this all out.

"So really, Bones, my headache is killing me." Jim complained, leaning back in his seat and rubbing his face. Leonard was about to yell at him before Spock sat down next to him.

"Then go and get something from the 'bay, damn it." Leonard snapped, not in the mood to deal with Jim's whining, regardless of whether it was real or not.

"Probably will. Hit up some hot nurses while I'm over there." Jim smirked, abandoning his food and leaving. He really was an ass. Leonard glared after him before looking at Spock, who was drinking his hot tea quietly.

"What's the matter, Spock?" He asked gently, putting a hand on the man's back. When he didn't answer, Leonard sighed and continued eating. He had lost his appetite, but being a doctor, he knew he should eat anyway in order to be healthy. So he did, even though he hated it. Spock barely touched his food, but Leonard could let that pass. He knew that with his hardcore metabolism, he'd be fine if he skipped a couple meals. If he didn't eat anything at all the next day, though, Leonard would probably give him the smack down.

While walking to Medbay the next morning, Leonard passed by some people in a heated discussion in a hallway. "It's like the damn Vulcan doesn't even care if anyone dies, or what happens to their bodies afterwards! He's such a bitchy little-"

"Bitchy little what, Ensign?" Leonard asked angrily, rounding on them. The woman that the ensign was talking to backed off, and Leonard nodded at her. Smart move. She walked off, no doubt wanting to keep away from the encounter. The ensign scowled at him.

"Your pointy-eared piece of shit needs to learn some respect." He said boldly, standing up tall. He was a little taller than Leonard, but not very intimidating.

"Listen. I'm a doctor, not a fighter. But if you say one more insulting thing to or about Spock, I'll put you in the hospital quicker than you can even think the word 'Vulcan'." Leonard threatened, shooting a deadly glare at the man.

"Why do you care about him? It's not like he feel-" Leonard didn't give him a chance to finish his train of thought before ramming his knee into his groin. When he groaned and bent over to grab himself, Leonard punched his temple, causing him to have a blackout. He sighed down at the body on the floor, and got him into a fireman's carry. Might as well put him in Sickbay rather than letting him wake up disoriented and angry in the hall.

When he got to Sickbay, the nurses frantically helped the ensign onto a biobed. Leonard told them not to give him any meds, and to tell him when he woke. He then went to his office to do some work for a while. He didn't get much done, though, since the guy woke up pretty quickly.

Leonard walked up to the fuming guy, and crossed his arms. "Assaulting another crew member is a serious offense!" The ensign threatened, and Leonard snorted.

"So is xenophobia and hostility towards others." He countered, and the ensign glared back at him. "Seriously, I don't like what you gotta say about my man. So if you don't like him, just steer clear of him and keep your damn mouth shut. You wouldn't want a repeat performance, right?"

"Hitting me in the balls was a cheap shot, Doctor." The ensign growled, struggling to sit up. Leonard only smirked.

"If it creates the chance of you becoming infertile, then I feel that I've done my job. Now get out of my Sickbay, and I don't want to hear any more about this. And if you got anyone else involved in this, tell them to lay off Spock. If something happens and I think you might be behind it, your next physical could turn into an accidental castration. You get me?" He said, looking down his nose at the man.

"... Fine." The ensign said, and got up. He looked like he was struggling to walk out, which granted Leonard a little bit of satisfaction.

Later on, when he was finished with everything and no patients were coming in with fluids streaming out of them, he meandered onto the Bridge. Spock was standing beside the Captain's Chair where Jim sat, and they were deep in conversation about whether or not they should investigate a request from admiralty before progressing on their current mission. Leonard smirked and came up to stand behind the Captain's Chair, resting his hand on the top of it, and grabbing Spock's with his other hand. Jim turned to smile at him briefly before turning back to face forward, and Spock squeezed his hand a little.

Life was good.