"Mr Spock!" Jim greeted the Vulcan who was standing alongside his boyfriend but leaned forward with his head barely visible behind the head rest and a pair of long hairy arms extending from the chair on the Vulcan. One arm was wrapped on his shoulder and the other arm had a hand on the man's waist. "Doctor," he smiled at the two men who turned their attention toward him. Spock leaned away with a green blush on his cheeks wearing a stoic mask. Spock was in his science blues with his hands locked behind his back like Jim was. "Nice to see you again. Enjoyed shore leave together, I presume?"

"Indeed," Spock said.

"Next shore leave will be better," McCoy said.

"Doctor, you cannot predict the future." Spock said.

"I can predict if off my recovery," McCoy said, dancing his eyebrows. Spock looked over toward the captain like he was caught.

"I am happy to hear your recovery is going smoothly," Jim said. "tell me when I should refer to my first officer as Lieutenant Commander McCoy." the man went past the boyfriends.

"Doctor McCoy and Lieutenant Commander McCoy," McCoy said. "ya know we share the same rank."

"I am quite aware," Spock said.

"Tell me, sweetie," McCoy said. "will ya get used to it whenever that does happen?" the doctor raised an arched eyebrow. "Captain McCoy, Admiral McCoy, Ambassador McCoy, Commodore McCoy. . ." "

"I have no interest in commanding a starship," Spock said.

"Really?" McCoy asked.

"It would require the loss of Mr Scott, Mr Sulu, Doctor M'Benga, and the captain for me to take command," Spock said.

"You are exaggeratin'," McCoy said.

"Of course, I am," Spock said. "but it would take the loss of the captain for me to take command." Spock reached his two fingers out. McCoy's fingers touched Spock's sending heavy, deep affection toward the man completing the ozh'esta with a warmed smile of his own.

"Then ya better make sure he is still alive and so are ya," McCoy replied.

"I will endeavor to do so," Spock said.

"I know you will," McCoy said. "came a lon' way from where we were months ago. . . well, actually, not a long' way but we have gotten far from where we were months ago. Me, on the biobed, ya sittin' by my side. . . ."

"You are a kind of cinnamon roll that looks like it can kill and kill when threatened, hinek," Spock said.

"Not even a romantic phrase," McCoy said.

"Do not mistaken for the analogy as disregard but it is a very fond regard," Spock said, his hands linking behind his back, "in your culture, as I have seen, it is fortunet for one to appear intimidating and threatening to other species that may pose harm and sway them away."

"Do I?" McCoy asked.

"When you are angry," Spock said.

"Well, then I am screwed because I am not angry all the time," McCoy said.

"You will be surprised to find out that could change as chief medical officer on the Enterprise," Spock said.

"I am not sure about that. . . " McCoy said. "I might not have the ability to run like I used to and that could be a career ender."

"Doctor, if everyone did that then we would have no physicians to take care of the wounded," Spock said. "doctors have learned to adapt with their disabilities and have medicine on their side to treat them. With your improving recovery, you won't need medicine or your career to be over because you cannot run. Doctors do need to be on their feet and I realize that is your argument."

"For the sake of argument, how fast do you run?" McCoy asked.

"There is no known comparison to date," Spock said.

"So average," McCoy said "ya can out run me, . . Spock, promise me, that ya won't linger around to make me feel better when runnin' from somethin'."

Spock nodded his head.

"As you wish," Spock said, then he planted a kiss on McCoy's forehead.

"Ya sweetheart," McCoy said, as the Vulcan leaned back, McCoy caught the side of the man's face. "Take care of ya'self. Will ya?"

"I will," Spock said.

"Good, because I need my boyfriend in tip top shape when I get back and to be professional on duty with me," McCoy said, letting go of the side of Spock's face.

"Being unprofessional on duty is illogical," Spock said.

"I agree," McCoy said. "at least there is a standard for that we can be abiding by."

"Indeed," Spock said.

"I will be thinkin' of ya," McCoy said.

"I as well," Spock said.

"So about the part regardin' the other engagement before Jim came in. . ." McCoy said. "we gonna take care of that?"

"As I had been saying before you brought into the kiss, I will have it arranged and dissolved before the year is over," Spock said.

"Ah, so that is what ya were goin' to say," McCoy said. "ya sounded hot."

"If I were you," Spock said. "I would have done the same."

"Now if that is not the truth," McCoy snickered. McCoy admired his boyfriend with one hand placed on the Vulcan's wrist sending warmth toward the science officer. The kind of warmth that Spock was making him feel. McCoy felt young again around him and it broke his heart that he had to see him go. But the thought that he would join him eventually eased the heart break. "Ya better go."

"Before I do," Spock said. "it is customary to give someone a Vulcan intends to mate with. . . " Spock took out a silver necklace with a circular turquoise like rock in the center surrounded by a band of gold. At the back side it looked like a madallion. Spock placed the light weight but somewhat dense object into the man's hand. "a gift."

"What is this?" McCoy asked.

"Vokaya," Spock said. "my mother gave it to me before I departed for Star Fleet. It is a family heirloom."

McCoy put on the necklace.

"I like it," McCoy said, the necklace ending up backwards. It was a large item about the size of his fist. "I could wear this to a disco party," the man's baby blue eyes looked up toward Spock's light brown ones. "But. . . thank ya."

"You are welcome," Spock said.

"I love you," McCoy said.

"I love you, too," Spock said.

"Go," McCoy said. "before I drag ya ass onto my lap and start kissin' ya like a madman!"

"I would not mind," Spock said.

"Being ravished by a recoverin' man," McCoy said. "nope, no sorry, let me ravish you in my lap in private!"

"It would make you feel better," Spock said. "and I as well."

"Spock, it's not logical to do this when ya ship is leavin'," McCoy said. "and I would never stop kissin' that face of yours."

"I live to be lectured by you regarding your train of logic," Spock said. "it is. . . fascinating. . . in a way."

McCoy's face turned a heated red.

"Tell me, what is your logic, Mr Spock?" McCoy asked. "me or cold, hard logic that helps ya out?"

"I choose not to answer," Spock said.

"Answer that question when I have completely recovered," McCoy said. "ya will be waitin' for me."

"Until the end of time," Spock said.

"Ya not a machine so don't be cheesey like that," McCoy said.

"Vulcans can live beyond two hundred," Spock said. "and our katra's can last forever if put in the right receptacle."

"Now I can see why ya so cheesey," McCoy said. "and why I love it comin' from ya so much."

"Will you wait for me?" Spock asked.

"Till hell freezes over," McCoy said, earning a raised eyebrow. "any day, any day, I'll wait for ya."

There was a flicker of comfort in the Vulcan's eyes.

"Dif-tor heh smusma," Spock said.

"Sochya eh dif," McCoy said, in clear and well pronounced Vulcan.

Spock walked in the direction of the long, lengthy glass like hall that was being filled.

McCoy had a dreamily sigh.

"That's my hot damn boyfriend," McCoy said, with one hand cupping the side of his face and his eyes watching the Vulcan's figure vanishing among the color of red, yellow, and blue uniforms.

As you have noticed, I have been making Spock say 'as you wish' a lot. Fan theory is that whenever Spock says 'as you wish', he is actually saying 'I love you' so. . . . Princess Bride, anyone, get the reference? Trying to not make it the only thing he says around the doctor.

Sochya eh dif= peace and long life

dif-tor heh smusma= live long and prosper.