"Oh good you're awake" McCoy's familiar drawl pushes up against my hearing.
"Indeed" I push myself into a sitting position "How did I come to be in sickbay Doctor?"
"You don't remember?" McCoy seemed confused.
"Negative. It would be illogical to inquire into a matter I had knowledge of."
"Well at least you're still your usual stick up the ass, green blooded robot self."
"Doctor" I intone looking directly into the human's face, "please clarify the circumstances by which I came to be in medbay."
"Fine, fine. Anything with transporters was bound to go wrong somehow." McCoy scowled, "You got de-aged during an ion storm, then Scotty did something to put you back to your own age" McCoy shrugged.
"Something is an imprecise explanation, Doctor." I quirked an eyebrow.
"I'm a doctor not an engineer you hobgoblin!" McCoy spat.
This was as the humans say, 'going nowhere'.
"Am I fit for duty, Dr. McCoy?" I resisted the urge to fidget with the sheet.
"I'll have to check you out" he turned toward his office, "but if you're clear I don't see why not" he finished as he walked off.
The main medbay doors opened drawing my attention. The Captain entered in off-duty blacks. I wondered at the time.
"Spock" he beamed at me.
"Captain" I kept my face still.
His smile dimmed.
"Are you alright?"
"I am functional, Captain"
"Not so fast " McCoy walked back with a medical tricorder. "I'll be the judge of that"
"There are no needs for your beads and rattles Doctor." I stated hoping the captain would smile again, "I am perfectly capable of assessing my physical condition"
"You're one to accuse me of beads and rattles with your Vulcan voodoo Mr. Spock" McCoy frowned, "There's some strange brain activity I can't make heads or tails of but otherwise you seem to be in the same physical condition you were in before the transporter accident."
Kirk smiled at McCoy. I ignored a surge of irrational jealousy, I was clearly in need of meditation.
"Well great, that means Spock can come with me" he looked at me expectantly moving his hand near mine, "Sound good?"
"Negative captain" his smile dropped.
"Negative?"
"I am in need of meditation." I replied.
"Oh, come by after for chess?" He asked hopefully brushing his fingers against mine.
I recoiled climbing out of the bed.
He stared at me face hurt and confused.
"Negative captain" I cast about for some excuse then looked at McCoy "How long ago did the transporter accident occur?"
"A few weeks ago?" McCoy glanced at Kirk with concern.
"I must catch up with reports from the science department" I stated and left ignoring a strange prickling feeling in the back of my head.