"Try it on."

"Absolutely not!" Leonard turned in his chair, away from the insistent woman who was bent on making his life a living hell. He crossed his arms over his chest. Deep lines etched into his face and his lips pressed tightly together.

Nyota rubbed her temples, sighing. "Please, Doctor? Just humor me, okay?" She touched his arm lightly.

McCoy ignored it. An artery pulsed in his forehead. Ugh. Go bother Spock. Please. He pretended to be intrigued with the green salad and seyem juice he'd chosen for lunch. Enthralled. Mesmerized. Anything to avoid the communications officer's scrutiny and that bundle of fabric in her lap.

Nyota finished the last mouthful of chocolate milk from the blue glass to her right and pushed it away. "I thought you'd be on board with this. As I recall, you were the one who noticed we, as a whole, were getting a bit…soft lately."

"The word is fat. 1.7% overweight, on average. And I am on board. See?" McCoy spoke with his mouth full, indicating his half-eaten salad with one hand.

"I'm sure you know that losing weight involves more than eating lettuce." She played with her empty glass absently. "Exercise is important, too."

McCoy dropped his fork in his lap. He picked it up and pointed it at her. "I know that! I didn't sleep through medical school, Lieutenant." He forked a tomato wedge and put it in his mouth. "What I don't get," he continued as he chased it down with the juice, "is why you think wearing that is going to make a difference."

She placed the bundle on the table top and pushed it over to him. "Everybody respects your opinion, Leonard,… whether or not they always follow your advice." She counted on her fingers. "Add that to your charisma, leadership skills, and concern for our well-being – you're a natural."

McCoy snorted. He looked her in the eyes, grinning. "Please don't butter me up, Jim." He crooked a finger and counted it. "And by the way, you forgot 'enthusiasm'. Probably because you know I have none."

"Can't blame a girl for trying." Nyota stood up, a resigned look on her face. Her dark eyes twinkled. "Should've known, though. He told me you'd never go for it…" She reached for the fabric.

McCoy put his hand over hers and squeezed it. "Wait, wait, wait….hold on…who told you what?"

"Nobody."

She tried to pull away, but he drew her back towards him. "Tell me."

Nyota sighed. "Fine. It was Jim. He saw me working on the concept and asked me what I was doing. So I told him." She paused.

"And?" McCoy looked up at her eagerly.

"He laughed, and then he said you wouldn't have the nerve. That's it. May I go now?" She picked up the fabric and walked away, smiling. Any minute now…

"Wait. Uhura." She pivoted in place. "I'll do it." He jumped up and snatched the material from her, then stalked away. "Heaven help me, I'll not have Jim telling everyone I'm a coward!"

"I had a feeling you'd change your mind, Doctor." Nyota laughed softly.

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"Thanks for letting me know, Scotty." Kirk ended the communication and tried to focus on the report that swam in front of his eyes. "About time for a break." He yawned and stood up, stretching.

Ding. A message appeared on the screen. He tapped it and saw a message and a video file. Nyota's picture from her personnel file accompanied it. "'I win. Pay up.' Oh, man…is this what I think it is?" His eyes widened as he tapped the 'play video' icon. "Oh, no…"

Several images of stars, planets and nebulas played on the screen as techno music began to play. Starfleet insignia from various departments rolled from the right side of the screen, with the medical symbol last and larger than the rest. Clink. It grew even bigger and filled the screen.

"Get ready for an exciting hour of fat-burning fun." Nyota's voice narrated. "It's time to get healthy in space. Welcome to….Jump For Joy With Doctor McCoy!" The title appeared on the screen for a few seconds, before being replaced by a spacious bright room with several exercise apparatus lining the walls.

A door opened and Leonard McCoy jogged into the room, a pained smile on his face. He was wearing a bright teal jumpsuit that looked like he had been poured into it. "Hello, crew. Are you ready to work out?" He rubbed his hands together. "'Cause I sure am." McCoy made a face as though he had eaten something unpleasant. "We'll start with some stretches. But first, an exciting announcement…" He looked right at the camera. "Next time, we'll be joined by the captain!" McCoy smiled, all his teeth showing. "Won't that be fun, Jim?"

Kirk facepalmed. Yeah…lots of fun. He could feel a headache forming already. Next time you have a brilliant idea, Lieutenant, do me a favor; keep it to yourself.