a/n: Okay, I'm still not dead (yet) I'm just lethargic and in school. *shakes fist in direction of school... with is... northwest.* Yes, first speak is, as almost always, McCoy

::So...::

::Hmm?::

::Well, that was a rather Un-Spock-Like noise.::

::I have 'types' of noises?::

::Of course you do! You're Spcok! You have all sorts of little noises you make. You might not evennotice you're making them... It's almost cute.::

::Cute.::

::Yep, cute.::

::Do you know the definition of cute, doctor?::

::Ummm... no.::

::Ugly but astetically pleasing. Are my 'noises' this?::

::It doesn not mean that!::

::It does.::

::Does not!::

::Does-no. I am not dignifying that with a response.::

::Wow, that was almost human.::

::No, it was not.::

::Was too.::

::I am not dignifying that with a response either.::

::You've certainly gotten more vocal.::

::Perhaps it never occured to you how loudly I might think?::

::True, true. So all your quiet and inarticulate leads to a loud, vocal mentality. That is just too great for words.::

::Is it?::

::Oh it is. I love understanding you like this.::

::I... see.::

::Well, y'know how I spent all those years trying to crack your ultra-vulcan shell for fun?::

::That's one way of putting it, I suppose.::

::Is that a yes?::

::No.::

::It is! Alright, well, I don't have to do that anymore, I can see right in your head and understand it perfectly!::

::That is a mildly frightening thought, doctor.::

::It's not a thought anymore, it's reality.::

::Indeed.::

::Oh hell, Jim's coming. We actually have to say something, or he'll ask why we are sitting in such 'companionable' silence.::

::We are hardly silent.::

::Not to each other, but to his we're sitting here staring are each other and occasionally sort of moving.::

::My eyebrow raising and your... hand speech.::

::Yeah, that.::

::I see, we must look...:: pause ::mentally unstable to the Admiral.::

::Jim. He's going ot ask you to call him Jim. Just bloody call him Jim.::

::But-::

::No! No buts, just do it. Humor him.::

"Gentlemen, how are we?"

"We are fine, Admiral."

::Jim!::

::I am calling him Admiral, whether you aproove or not.::

"We're fine Jim, just... ummm..."

"Talking."

"Yeah, we're just talking."

::We were't talking! We were silent until he talked to us. That was the worst-::

::You were not doing much better. We could have told him the truth.::

::Point.::

"Talking, eh? Are you sure you two are alright?"

"Fine."

"Fine."

::Talking... talking my ass, Spock.::

::What does talking have to do with your 'ass'?::

::Never mind. Never mind.::

a/n: Right, well, that could've been worse. Kinda long. Trying to wrap it around a plot. I will eventually. I'm trying to imagine 'The Voyage Home' if Spock & McCoy were talking through the entire thing. Heh heh.. the whale scene will be fun.