Spock and Bones were eating lunch in the doctor's office in sickbay. It usually happened like this in waves – they'd be peaceable for a while, and then one would say something to the other and they'd both sulk and avoid each other for weeks.
Now was one of those peaceful times, and they were both quietly enjoying it.
"So," Dr. McCoy began, "we lied to the captain about the tape... why? He's gonna know we listened to it, he'll check the computer records."
Bones could tell Spock was struggling a little to maintain composure. The Vulcan looked almost embarrassed. "Because... we do not require his assistance to keep, as you or the captain might say, away from each other's throats?"
"Well, maybe we do," Bones said. "Maybe we should count ourselves lucky that the captain knows that, huh?"
"Perhaps," was all that Spock would say.
"You know," Bones added with a sigh, "I guess we're both too stubborn for our own good."
"That," Spock admitted, "I regrettably have to agree with."
