-1Discl. Not mine, blah, blah blah. (I know: how articulate am I)
Chapter Two
A few hours later, the Captain was sitting on the Bridge, content that all was well in the world. The Enterprise traveling idly at Warp Three to Starbase Four; the environmental systems humming gently; Sulu and Chekov talking quietly; the sneezing Vulcan by the science station-
Wait a minute. Kirk turned and looked. Indeed, Spock was in the midst of a rather violent sneezing attack, one hand cupped over his face, the other placed supportively on the sensor hood. When the fit did not immediately subside, Kirk hit the panel on his armrest.
"Doctor McCoy, would you please come up to the Bridge?" He started to get up, then punched the panel again. "And bring a handkerchief."
That done, he walked over to his First Officer's side. Spock saw Kirk coming and tried to stifle himself. This did little good, as the force of the pent-up sneeze sent Spock flying backwards into his chair. A bit concerned, but mostly amused, Kirk clasped Spock's pale hand and hauled him back up to his feet.
"You don't look so hot," Kirk told him jokingly. Although, from what he'd gathered from whispered conversations, quite a few females aboard the ship would beg to differ with that statement.
"I would imagine so," Spock replied, somewhat raspily. He looked rather annoyed at his body's unwillingness to cooperate. He gave another sneeze, this time followed with a hacking cough.
"Looks like you've got the flu," Kirk said sympathetically.
"Glad to hear you finally got that medical degree Jim," came a voice from the turbolift, and Dr. McCoy walked onto the Bridge. Apparently, Spock looked bad enough for McCoy to automatically assess him as the one in need of a doctor, because he went right over to him.
"Here," McCoy said, brandishing a pink lacy handkerchief stitched with the initials 'LM' at the Vulcan, who took and promptly sneezed into it.
"You actually have a handkerchief?" Kirk asked, impressed.
"Yeah," McCoy admitted, sounding a bit embarrassed. "My mom went through a sewing stage for a while, and she made this for me." He scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Don't know where she got the impression that I like pink from though."
Kirk grinned wickedly.
"Well, there was that incident with the pink dress when you-"
"Okay!" the doctor declared loudly, ignoring Uhura's sniggering and turning his back to the Captain. "I've got a patient to attend to, if you don't mind."
McCoy gave Spock a glancing over, then, absent-mindingly reverting back to his 'old country doctor' ways, placed a hand on Spock's forehead.
"Yowch!" he exclaimed, yanking his hand back after only a moment. "You're hotter than Hell, Spock!"
Apparently, Spock felt well enough to raise an eyebrow. "It does not surprise me, Doctor, that you would personally know the conditions of Purgatory."
McCoy scowled. "I'm going to attribute that remark to you fever-addled mind. Now come on, you're probably infecting me and half the Bridge crew. Sickbay, march!"
Spock said that he was fine, but his arguments, being punctured with sneezes and coughs, weren't very convincing. McCoy looked like he was about the bodily steer the stubborn Vulcan out, but luckily he didn't have to resort to such extreme measures.
"Go on, Spock," Kirk said with a wave of his hand. Then, he remembered the doctor's earlier threats, of which he had forgotten to warm Spock about. At the moment, McCoy's only apparent concern was to herd Spock, (who looked as though he was about to be taken to the executioner's block) to Sickbay.
'Oh well,' Kirk thought absently. 'Bones wouldn't put his 'confusion conspiracy' into action while Spock was in Sickbay anyways...would he? Nah.'
He put the whole matter in the farthest, dustiest corner of his mind (normally reserved for Purposely Forgotten Memories, such as the time his girlfriend had dumped him, and Psychologically Scarring Experiences, such as the incident with McCoy and the dress) and thought no more of it.
TBC
Lady-Christian-Knight88: Well, Im hoping that you found this chapter as funny as the first. Im gonna try my hardest to keep it humorous
TrekkieGirl: Well, Ive often had very similar thoughts as Kirk did, but in my case its pertaining to early morning school shifts...but glad that you're liking it!
Jack Sparrow fanatic: thanks! And here is the next chapter, up for your viewing pleasure!
ChocolateBetazoid : Im glad that you are enjoying it! This is my first humor fic, and all the positive feedback is wonderful!
Meakashi Gosterful: Oh, I never have any problems taking my time, believe me. I'll just have to make sure not to take too much time between postings!
Bug the Slytherin: I cant tell you that, it might give the plot (however small of one there is) away! Hehe. But I'll tell you this...yah, you're right.
Teller of Tales: Why, thank you! I figure, hey, I'd take notes if I was there. McCoy spits out some good insults.
CarboHolic: Hmm...now I have to submit a well rounded reviewer response! (Im really not very good at these things) But thank you! Im honored to hear that you read it twice!
SkimbleShanks: Yes they did, which is more than I can say for myself during class...I write chapters instead!
Schemr: Yes, they keep me quite busy! And Im glad that you're enjoying this so far. And those gremlins, man, they wreck everything around my house.
(I kinda suck at reviewer responses today, sorry)
