A/n this is the McCoy/ Spock chapter of my story. Please, read and review.
But most importantly of all, ENJOY! Oh and, I'm quite so sure of an
anonymous way of inviting one to a dinner. I'm not sure they have such
things as private rooms. Any idea what their called?
Strange new Beginnings
Spock struggled to open his eyes against the drug induced sleep. When he finally got them open, he followed Bone's movements back into his office. "Doctor? Could you come here for a moment?" Spock asked quietly, knowing that if he was wrong about this, it would be horrible. Bones made his way over to Spock slowly and as he did, he grabbed another hypo, just in case he needed to put the Vulcan back into a trance.
"Doctor I have yet to hear you tell me about a cure for a broken heart." Spock said carefully. Earlier, when Jim had talked to him, he had talked about love and what it meant. Spock had been feeling these weird flashes of something every time he and McCoy were together. Whenever they argued, he had an urge to agree with Bones so he could see the doctor smile in delight as he won yet another argument. When Bones looked thoughtfully at Spock, he twitched slightly.
'I wish it were me he meant.' Bones thought to himself as he considered the words he was about to say. "Well, for Jim you might want to go and confront him on the problems that you two are having." He said and looked down at the hypo. He longed to hear the words "but it's you I long for Doctor..." but he knew it was just a fantasy. "It is not Jim who broke my heart Doctor." Spock said, climbing to his feet and looking down at McCoy. The nearness of Spock was driving McCoy wild, and those dark eyes staring into his own were affecting him. Almost hysterically, McCoy leapt a few feet away before the news sank in. So his friend was not his rival!
"Then... who is it?" Bones asked quietly. His body tensed without warning and he cursed himself silently as he noticed a very faint smile reach Spock's eyes. His nerves hummed in anticipation and his feelings were ready to be crushed. Time stopped for a minute and gave him time to prepare it seemed. Bones was aware of Nurse Chapel eavesdropping and clutching her heart in hope. He was aware of the other medical staff making as little noise as possible to be able to hear. He was also aware of the wariness and hurt lurking in Spock's eyes. Time leaped back into action as Spock gazed deeply into Bones' eyes.
"I originally came to find out if I really was in love with Jim. I've analyzed and discovered that my heart aches for another. Doctor, is there any way you could help me to tell if the person I desire desires me?" Spock asked, trying to flit away from openly admitting himself until he found out for sure. He was very aware of the footsteps outside Sickbay and who they belonged to. He gazed at the door for a few seconds and his eyes glazed with the pain of hurting his T'hy'la. 'I'm sorry Jim. It wasn't meant for us to be more than brothers.' He thought and dismissed his thoughts as he stared into McCoy's slightly hopeful eyes. 'What is he so hopeful about? He probably expects me to name an off the wall person like Scotty or something so he can laugh later. He may still be able to laugh if I'm not too careful.'
McCoy swallowed disappointment. It wasn't him after all. He thought he was being remarkably clear with his intentions to Spock, but evidentially not. "Well, you could try to talk to them. OR, you could send them some chocolate. If it's a woman, might I suggest flowers? Red roses are the best." He said bitterly, trying not to add if it's a man you might try kissing him.
Spock nodded and thanked McCoy. "May I go now?" he asked, planning the romantic way of surprising the doctor and be anonymous at the same time. Getting up, he nodded briefly to Nurse Chapel, who smiled widely. 'Highly likely she wants to receive flowers from me and believe I am suffering a big heartache over her.' He thought sourly.
Doctor Leonard McCoy,
You have been invited to a dinner tonight in private room number three. Please be in attendance.
Spock
As Bones set down the letter, he stared bitterly into his glass of brandy. Taking a big gulp, he picked up the letter. "Formal invitation huh? I guess I better go see what the green blooded bastard wants I guess." Bones mumbled bitterly and got up from his desk. It never once occurred to him that his fantasy would come true.
Walking into private room three, McCoy was stunned to see just dinner for two, and a bottle of the best brandy he had ever seen. "Spock? You arranged this?" he asked the half Vulcan, who was emerging from the shadows. Normally, people jumped when this happened, but McCoy was so used to it that he didn't so much as twitch a muscle. "Indeed Doctor. You never told me how to impress a male of your species so I made a guess." McCoy's heart leapt at that. Looking around the room, with romantic candle light spilling in every shadow, McCoy wondered on why it had taken Spock all afternoon to ponder this.
McCoy had no more time to wonder, as he was suddenly swept into the Vulcan's strong arms. Looking up into Spock's eyes, Bones surrendered himself to Spock as he captured McCoy's mouth in his and slowly, hungrily kissed him.
Spock had never felt like this before, indeed never had given a kiss like this. His emotions swept him away from his Vulcan control as McCoy broke the kiss gently. Spock released McCoy from the guarded circle of his arms and bent his proud head a few inches. "Was I wrong Doctor?" he asked quietly, trying to gather that storm of Vulcan calm around him. He managed to get a wisp of it, and as his back straightened, he lost total control as McCoy launched into Spock's arms.
McCoy laughed in delight. "Wrong you green blooded bastard? NO! This is what I've wanted you to do to me ever since your Pan Farr." McCoy said, gladly nestling his head into Spock's overly warm chest. The Vulcan hesitatingly put his arms around Bones and they stood there, holding each other for a good ten minutes. Finally Bones shoved him away. "I'm hungry Spock. Do you have any steak around here perhaps?" McCoy snapped in hunger, sounding like his old self again. They sat down to a lovely meal of salad and steak, respectively eating their own preference.
A/n ah so we reach the end my friends. I think through it all, this has been an okay ficlet. Not up to my usual standards though. I kinda had to take a break from using my brain, as it is still drunk from its trip to Tahiti during the middle of the summer last year. SO this is from the depths of my drunken brain!
Strange new Beginnings
Spock struggled to open his eyes against the drug induced sleep. When he finally got them open, he followed Bone's movements back into his office. "Doctor? Could you come here for a moment?" Spock asked quietly, knowing that if he was wrong about this, it would be horrible. Bones made his way over to Spock slowly and as he did, he grabbed another hypo, just in case he needed to put the Vulcan back into a trance.
"Doctor I have yet to hear you tell me about a cure for a broken heart." Spock said carefully. Earlier, when Jim had talked to him, he had talked about love and what it meant. Spock had been feeling these weird flashes of something every time he and McCoy were together. Whenever they argued, he had an urge to agree with Bones so he could see the doctor smile in delight as he won yet another argument. When Bones looked thoughtfully at Spock, he twitched slightly.
'I wish it were me he meant.' Bones thought to himself as he considered the words he was about to say. "Well, for Jim you might want to go and confront him on the problems that you two are having." He said and looked down at the hypo. He longed to hear the words "but it's you I long for Doctor..." but he knew it was just a fantasy. "It is not Jim who broke my heart Doctor." Spock said, climbing to his feet and looking down at McCoy. The nearness of Spock was driving McCoy wild, and those dark eyes staring into his own were affecting him. Almost hysterically, McCoy leapt a few feet away before the news sank in. So his friend was not his rival!
"Then... who is it?" Bones asked quietly. His body tensed without warning and he cursed himself silently as he noticed a very faint smile reach Spock's eyes. His nerves hummed in anticipation and his feelings were ready to be crushed. Time stopped for a minute and gave him time to prepare it seemed. Bones was aware of Nurse Chapel eavesdropping and clutching her heart in hope. He was aware of the other medical staff making as little noise as possible to be able to hear. He was also aware of the wariness and hurt lurking in Spock's eyes. Time leaped back into action as Spock gazed deeply into Bones' eyes.
"I originally came to find out if I really was in love with Jim. I've analyzed and discovered that my heart aches for another. Doctor, is there any way you could help me to tell if the person I desire desires me?" Spock asked, trying to flit away from openly admitting himself until he found out for sure. He was very aware of the footsteps outside Sickbay and who they belonged to. He gazed at the door for a few seconds and his eyes glazed with the pain of hurting his T'hy'la. 'I'm sorry Jim. It wasn't meant for us to be more than brothers.' He thought and dismissed his thoughts as he stared into McCoy's slightly hopeful eyes. 'What is he so hopeful about? He probably expects me to name an off the wall person like Scotty or something so he can laugh later. He may still be able to laugh if I'm not too careful.'
McCoy swallowed disappointment. It wasn't him after all. He thought he was being remarkably clear with his intentions to Spock, but evidentially not. "Well, you could try to talk to them. OR, you could send them some chocolate. If it's a woman, might I suggest flowers? Red roses are the best." He said bitterly, trying not to add if it's a man you might try kissing him.
Spock nodded and thanked McCoy. "May I go now?" he asked, planning the romantic way of surprising the doctor and be anonymous at the same time. Getting up, he nodded briefly to Nurse Chapel, who smiled widely. 'Highly likely she wants to receive flowers from me and believe I am suffering a big heartache over her.' He thought sourly.
Doctor Leonard McCoy,
You have been invited to a dinner tonight in private room number three. Please be in attendance.
Spock
As Bones set down the letter, he stared bitterly into his glass of brandy. Taking a big gulp, he picked up the letter. "Formal invitation huh? I guess I better go see what the green blooded bastard wants I guess." Bones mumbled bitterly and got up from his desk. It never once occurred to him that his fantasy would come true.
Walking into private room three, McCoy was stunned to see just dinner for two, and a bottle of the best brandy he had ever seen. "Spock? You arranged this?" he asked the half Vulcan, who was emerging from the shadows. Normally, people jumped when this happened, but McCoy was so used to it that he didn't so much as twitch a muscle. "Indeed Doctor. You never told me how to impress a male of your species so I made a guess." McCoy's heart leapt at that. Looking around the room, with romantic candle light spilling in every shadow, McCoy wondered on why it had taken Spock all afternoon to ponder this.
McCoy had no more time to wonder, as he was suddenly swept into the Vulcan's strong arms. Looking up into Spock's eyes, Bones surrendered himself to Spock as he captured McCoy's mouth in his and slowly, hungrily kissed him.
Spock had never felt like this before, indeed never had given a kiss like this. His emotions swept him away from his Vulcan control as McCoy broke the kiss gently. Spock released McCoy from the guarded circle of his arms and bent his proud head a few inches. "Was I wrong Doctor?" he asked quietly, trying to gather that storm of Vulcan calm around him. He managed to get a wisp of it, and as his back straightened, he lost total control as McCoy launched into Spock's arms.
McCoy laughed in delight. "Wrong you green blooded bastard? NO! This is what I've wanted you to do to me ever since your Pan Farr." McCoy said, gladly nestling his head into Spock's overly warm chest. The Vulcan hesitatingly put his arms around Bones and they stood there, holding each other for a good ten minutes. Finally Bones shoved him away. "I'm hungry Spock. Do you have any steak around here perhaps?" McCoy snapped in hunger, sounding like his old self again. They sat down to a lovely meal of salad and steak, respectively eating their own preference.
A/n ah so we reach the end my friends. I think through it all, this has been an okay ficlet. Not up to my usual standards though. I kinda had to take a break from using my brain, as it is still drunk from its trip to Tahiti during the middle of the summer last year. SO this is from the depths of my drunken brain!