a/n: Right-oh, so here another chapter. If this doesn't have a plot, I absolutely swear the next one will. But I think this one will. On another note: I am badly sunburnt. *wince* I hate being alive with a sunburn. Owies... anywho.
It was the morning, relatively speaking. 0600 hours. First shift. Spock reported to Sickbay. Various nurses and medical aides asked him why he was there. They got a raised eyebrow and an "Ask Doctor McCoy."
Finally, after a few too many questions, Spock said, "Do, please ask the Doctor, and while you are asking him, could you send him down? He appears to be late for his annual physical." The aide nodded and Spock looked over the file. "Quite a few years late."
On the bridge, McCoy had shown up and taken Spock's station. Now, McCoy spent a lot of time on the bridge as it was, but Spock hadn't shown up and it was fifteen minutes into shift. Kirk was worried. But McCoy said nothing, he was looking into tha sciencey thing that Spock looks into all the time. Yes, that thing. I don't know what it does, but he was looking into it and appeared to know what he was doing. Finally Kirk snapped.
"Bones, what are you doing here?" He asked, McCoy slowly pried himself from the thing to look at the Captain.
"I am merely reporting for duty Jim. Would you prefer I not show up? God knows I could do with some more sleep." He said, and muttered, "Stayed up all the damn night learning how to use that damn... thing."
Kirk groaned, "And where the devil is Spock?"
"Sickbay."
"Why?"
"He's the CMO, where else would he be but sickbay?"
"Oh. And you are...?"
"First Officer and Science Officer McCoy reporting for duty, Captain."
"Right."
McCoy sort of nodded and went back to fiddling with the thing. Kirk was mightily confused. Uhura was snickering. This was great. Kirk shook his head. A medical redshirt (who would've thought hey made those, eh?) wandered onto the Bridge.
"Doctor, err... rather, Mr. McCoy... Dr. Spock has sent me to remind you that you have a yearly physical to take." The Medical Red-shirt said. McCoy froze in his station.
"That green-blooded vulcan bastard." He muttered, shuffling to the 'lift. "Found a blood way to torture me while he was in charge of the medical field. That pointy earred prick."
Captain Kirk sighed, "Will someone tell me what is going on with those two?"
The medical redshirt nodded. "Yessir."
***
Back at Sickbay, Spock was sitting behind a deck looking Spock-ful (I'm claiming that term here and now. Mine.) and peaceful and calm, sedated. He was staring at the door and counting backwards. By the time he got to 'one' McCoy had stomped in and was pacing furiously.
"A physical?!" He shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "What on earth made you decide to give me a physical?!"
"You, Doctor, seem fond of pestering me on a day to day basis to get my physical done. I checked you files, you have not had an annual phsyical in two years."
"The last annual physical I've had told me I was dying from a rare, uncurable disease (a/n: which I can't spell) which was cures by you. I don't want to know my medical condintion anymore."
"That is not logical."
"I never am."
"Yes, I have noticed that."
"Do shut up."
"Do place yourself on the bio-bed."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Maybe you didn't hear me: NO."
"And perhaps you have not heard me: Yes."
"No."
"Do not make me order you Mr. McCoy."
"Yes Dr. Spock."
*One Physical Exam Later*
"You should be... ahh... pleased to learn you are in the most excellent of health, Mr. McCoy."
"Oh, really? Thank you Dr. Spock."
"Indeed."
McCoy jumped off the bio-bed and returned to his station.
***
On the bridge, Kirk still hadn't figured out what it was going on. He was ever so confused. Uhura was now in a constant state of snicker, McCoy came onto the bridge.
And then it happened.
tbc
a/n: I'm mean. But I think that is the best cliff hanger I have ever created. And of course I want to write the next chapter before Tuesday, when things get busy again.
It was the morning, relatively speaking. 0600 hours. First shift. Spock reported to Sickbay. Various nurses and medical aides asked him why he was there. They got a raised eyebrow and an "Ask Doctor McCoy."
Finally, after a few too many questions, Spock said, "Do, please ask the Doctor, and while you are asking him, could you send him down? He appears to be late for his annual physical." The aide nodded and Spock looked over the file. "Quite a few years late."
On the bridge, McCoy had shown up and taken Spock's station. Now, McCoy spent a lot of time on the bridge as it was, but Spock hadn't shown up and it was fifteen minutes into shift. Kirk was worried. But McCoy said nothing, he was looking into tha sciencey thing that Spock looks into all the time. Yes, that thing. I don't know what it does, but he was looking into it and appeared to know what he was doing. Finally Kirk snapped.
"Bones, what are you doing here?" He asked, McCoy slowly pried himself from the thing to look at the Captain.
"I am merely reporting for duty Jim. Would you prefer I not show up? God knows I could do with some more sleep." He said, and muttered, "Stayed up all the damn night learning how to use that damn... thing."
Kirk groaned, "And where the devil is Spock?"
"Sickbay."
"Why?"
"He's the CMO, where else would he be but sickbay?"
"Oh. And you are...?"
"First Officer and Science Officer McCoy reporting for duty, Captain."
"Right."
McCoy sort of nodded and went back to fiddling with the thing. Kirk was mightily confused. Uhura was snickering. This was great. Kirk shook his head. A medical redshirt (who would've thought hey made those, eh?) wandered onto the Bridge.
"Doctor, err... rather, Mr. McCoy... Dr. Spock has sent me to remind you that you have a yearly physical to take." The Medical Red-shirt said. McCoy froze in his station.
"That green-blooded vulcan bastard." He muttered, shuffling to the 'lift. "Found a blood way to torture me while he was in charge of the medical field. That pointy earred prick."
Captain Kirk sighed, "Will someone tell me what is going on with those two?"
The medical redshirt nodded. "Yessir."
***
Back at Sickbay, Spock was sitting behind a deck looking Spock-ful (I'm claiming that term here and now. Mine.) and peaceful and calm, sedated. He was staring at the door and counting backwards. By the time he got to 'one' McCoy had stomped in and was pacing furiously.
"A physical?!" He shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "What on earth made you decide to give me a physical?!"
"You, Doctor, seem fond of pestering me on a day to day basis to get my physical done. I checked you files, you have not had an annual phsyical in two years."
"The last annual physical I've had told me I was dying from a rare, uncurable disease (a/n: which I can't spell) which was cures by you. I don't want to know my medical condintion anymore."
"That is not logical."
"I never am."
"Yes, I have noticed that."
"Do shut up."
"Do place yourself on the bio-bed."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Maybe you didn't hear me: NO."
"And perhaps you have not heard me: Yes."
"No."
"Do not make me order you Mr. McCoy."
"Yes Dr. Spock."
*One Physical Exam Later*
"You should be... ahh... pleased to learn you are in the most excellent of health, Mr. McCoy."
"Oh, really? Thank you Dr. Spock."
"Indeed."
McCoy jumped off the bio-bed and returned to his station.
***
On the bridge, Kirk still hadn't figured out what it was going on. He was ever so confused. Uhura was now in a constant state of snicker, McCoy came onto the bridge.
And then it happened.
tbc
a/n: I'm mean. But I think that is the best cliff hanger I have ever created. And of course I want to write the next chapter before Tuesday, when things get busy again.