"Mr. Sulu, what are the Romulans doing?" Kirk asked as the doors closed on the medteam and McCoy's latest vict-patient.
"Nothing, sir," the helmsman answered. "Just watching us."
Kirk was baffled. "Just sitting there?"
Sulu didn't answer. Kirk thought about it for a while. "Uhura," he said. " Open a hailing frequency."
"Hailing frequencies open, sir."
"USS Enterprise, hailing Romulan warbird, please respond."
"No answer sir, but they are receiving our transmissions."
Rude little bunch, aren't they? He thought to himself. No manners whatsoever. "Just keep repeating it until somebody answers." With that, Kirk left the bridge with Sulu and headed down to sickbay.
McCoy had run every type of test he could think of, and everything came back normal. Except one. Now why would that be off, the doctor wondered. Not that it really matters, having a higher psi rating than on file. He could have been training himself to have a more sensitive mind, for God knows what reason. But even that wouldn't cause blackouts.
He looked out of his office, at where Spock lay, hopefully asleep. Shortly after coming into sickbay, another, seizure, McCoy thought was the best description, if not what was actually happening, had occurred. Spock had barely woken up after that one, just enough to make eye contact with McCoy and to whisper his name before exhaustion claimed him.
Jim Kirk slowly entered his office, smiling grimly at the hunched form. "How is he?"
McCoy shook his head in bewilderment. "Nothing is physically wrong, Jim. He is in perfect health, expcept he has blacked out four tiems now."
Stunned, Jim sank down into a chair. "Why hasn't he seen you before now?"
"That's the whole thing, Jim. He had an appointment for this afternoon. I guess it should have been this morning, now shouldn't it/'
"Guess so. Bones, let me know if there is any change, alright?"
"Alright. Go play with the Romulans."
"Funny Bones"