McCoy was woken up by the sound of his communicator bleeping loudly, which he wasn't very impressed about.
He pulled the bed covers up over his head, while an arm poked out and grabbed the device off his bedside table.
Before retreating under the covers, "This better be important, I was enjoying my sleep." McCoy muttered angrily.
"It is Leonard, could you come down to my quarters please." The person on the other end said.
Scotty was the person calling, which surprised McCoy since he was expecting it to be Kirk or even Spock.
"Can't it wait till a more appealing hour of the morning Scotty?" Questioned McCoy.
"Not really Leonard, please." With a swift roll of his eyes McCoy threw back the covers. "Fine, I'll be there in ten minutes."
The Scotsman thanked the Doctor before cutting the transmission, while McCoy swung his legs over his bed.
"If this turns out to be some kind of joke, I'm going to bloody kill Scotty." The Doctor growled as he threw on a uniform.
True to his word, McCoy was down at Scotty's quarters in just under ten minutes. He just wanted to get this over with.
Whatever it was? He knocked on the door only to hear Scotty yelling him in, for some reason the Scotsman sounded scared.
When McCoy walked in, he had to stop himself from laughing. Stood on his bed, with a boot tightly in hand was Scotty.
"I'm glad to see you Leonard!" The Scotsman exclaimed, with a hand pinching the bridge of his nose McCoy responded.
"Scotty, what the hell are you doing?" He muttered, "It came out of nowhere! Came straight for me it the dam thing did!"
McCoy had never heard Scotty sound so panicked before, "To what 'thing' are you referring to?" McCoy questioned.
The Scotsman pointed to the bed, "See for yaself. It's hiding under there the beggar!" Once again McCoy rolled his eyes.
"Fine. You got a flashlight?" Scotty pointed over to his desk where one sat, McCoy walked over and grabbed it.
Before returning to the bed and kneeling down so he could see under it, well more like he laid down on the floor.
He was about to exclaim that there was nothing under there, that was until he spotted the reason for Scotty's behaviour.
Sat perfectly still in a corner was a small spider, with a little chuckle McCoy looked up to face his scared friend.
"Its only a little thing Scotty, I doubt it will hurt you." "I don't care! You know I don't like spiders!"
McCoy knew not to make fun of him for his fear, Scotty had only recently revealed that he had Arachnophobia.
And during that time he had to deal with a gigantic arachnid, which had scared him half to death.
Besides, McCoy never made fun of anyone's fears. "Its most likely escaped from the lab, I'll catch him and take him home."
Stated the Doctor as he got to his feet, "There a glass around here and a bit paper or something similar."
Again Scotty just pointed over to his desk, McCoy got to his feet and rummaged around the desk to find something to help him.
He soon found a small glass and an old envelope from something, they would do the trick.
McCoy laid down again and quickly caught the tiny arachnid, thankfully without hurting it.
He got to his feet slowly, only to see Scotty backing away slightly. McCoy gave him a reassuring smile, "It won't hurt you."
Finding a small amount of courage, the Scotsman came closer and stared intensely at the 'monster' McCoy had caught.
"How do they not creep you out Leonard?" Scotty asked nervously, as he watched the spider twitch its spindly legs.
"I'm just used to them, that's all. Besides, they're more scared of you then you are of them."
McCoy could see as the spider moved around, Scotty got more and more nervous. "I'll take it back to the lab now for you."
"Thanks Leonard and sorry for waking you." The Scotsman said as he rubbed his neck nervously.
"Its alright Scotty, we wouldn't want you falling asleep while working now would we?" McCoy stated.
Scotty smiled, "That wouldn't be good, well good night Doc. Thanks again."
McCoy was just about to leave when Scotty called his name again, "Leonard?" "Yes Scotty?" "Please don't tell anyone about this."
With a reassuring smile on his face, McCoy promised the Scotsman not to tell a soul. This was their little secret.
