Spock tucked the papers under his arms. A manila folder was hiding the stack of papers from the outside world. The Vulcan pushed open a set of glass doors. People dressed in white uniforms occupied the halls. His eyes found a particular office. The one person he would trust despite their at odds relationship. Spock rapped his knuckles against the closed door.

"Come in, " a gruff voice was heard from the other side.

Spock opened the door allowing himself to slip in. He closed the door behind him. The person didn't look up from his paperwork. To Spock, it looked to be medical files for personnel. Personnel for one particular starship.

Spock cleared his throat, "Doctor. I'd like to speak with you."

Dr. McCoy looked up from his paperwork. His brows knitted together with a firm line to his lips, "What can I help you with, Spock?"

Leonard McCoy spotted a folder and stack of papers within Enterprise's first officer. The doctor didn't wait for the first officer to answer. He tilted his head towards the items in Spock's hand, "What do you have there?"

Spock moved the items to the front of him. He briefly glanced at the folder before stretching it out towards McCoy. Leonard looked from the file and papers to Spock briefly before taking it from his hands. Leonard's eyes immediately went to the tab. He let out a deep breath, "Really? What do you want me to do with her?"

Spock straightened his back. He clasped his hands behind him as he answered, "T'Saraphina is showing signs of a post-traumatic stress disorder. She feels she is experiencing it as do I. I want you to look into it."

Leonard licked his lips dropping the file onto his desk. It made a thick thump sound. The southern doctor laced his fingers together resting them ontop of the file and papers, "What you are telling me, Spock... That you want me to dig into your sister's brain to diagnose her of a disorder. I would be surprised after what she have been through she didn't have it. If she is guarded about her emotions and thoughts like-."

Spock interrupted the doctor, "She isn't. My sister is for one very attuned to her emotions, maybe too attuned. That is why she is seen as an outcast by our people. Vulcans-."

He stopped when he saw McCoy waving his hand to stop him. Leonard muttered, "Yeah yeah, Vulcans rather keep their emotions down and become a damn robot."

"However, you cannot expect your sister to pour her guts to me especially if she doesn't want to relive what she have been through, " he continued.

Spock glanced down at the stack of papers underneath the file, "I understand from what I have read from the papers underneath that file. She will not talk with me. She might talk with you as you are a doctor."

Leonard breathed out through his nose as he thought it over. Spock reminded the doctor, "She is apart of U.S.S. Enterprise's crew. She is under your jurisdiction."

The doctor pointed a finger at the Vulcan, "Now you listen here Spock, we are on Earth meaning she can be assigned to any Star Fleet doctor."

Spock's lips went into a firm line. His jaw clenched, "I assure you doctor I only trust you with my sister's care especially if it has to do with her mental state. I do think that if this continues with her lashing out, it would impede her work..."

Leonard picked up on Spock's trail of words, "And you rather not her career in Star Fleet to be in danger."

With a sigh, Leonard leaned back in his chair, "Alright, alright. I'll speak with her. Now are you finished with this visit of yours? I do have work to deal with."

Behind the Vulcan's back, he wringed his fingers together in worry and nervousness. McCoy waved his hand to shoo the Vulcan away, "Don't worry, Spock. I'll get in contact with her to talk with her. Now leave."

Spock gave a light bow of his head in thanks, "Thank you doctor. Let me know of her progress."

Without another word, the Vulcan left the doctor's office. Leonard leaned back letting a deep breath through his nose. His fingers laced themselves with his elbows resting on the arm rests. His laced hands touched his mouth. Leonard's eyes looked down towards the personnel file bearing a name. T'Saraphina 'Sara' .

For the past few days, it became routine. A routine for the captain of U.S.S. Enterprise to have breakfast with one of his senior officers. However, it was starting to not be during morning time where one should have breakfast food. This time, it was a late afternoon. Jim took a bite out of his breakfast sausage. He studied his senior officer across from him. He noticed she kept an arms length away from him. Jim didn't try to push her. He also didn't want the bubbling feeling he kept feeling in his stomach when he's around her to be known. James T. Kirk knew he liked the feeling he had when he spent time with her and he wanted to treasure it.

Jim grinned when his eyes met his senior officer's.

A grin stretched onto my captain's face. A piece of sausage was bubbling his cheek slightly. I nearly snorted at the sight for him looking like an Earth animal, a chipmunk. I pointed a fork towards him, "Are you always going to get the same thing?"

Jim looked down at his plate of eggs, bacon, toast and some sausage links. Jim raised an eyebrow. The grin never leaving his lips, "I could ask you the same thing. Miss chocolate chip waffles with a side of orange juice."

I pulled my plate closer to me with a hand trying to hide my waffles from his view, "I don't see any waffles, captain. I think you need Dr. McCoy to have you checked."

Jim rolled his eyes. He continued eating his plate. That first day of our now regular outings I forgot to give Spock a call. I haven't been able to speak with him since that night.

"Will you let me pay for your meal this time," Jim's voice broke me out of my thoughts.

I shook my head swallowing a piece of waffle. I spoke, "I told you, no. You are my captain. I can also handle myself, thank you."

Jim pursed his lips. He decided to change the topic, "Would you like to go with me to see the progress of the Enterprise?"

I raised my angled brows. I asked, "Do you know how much longer before she sails again?"

A lopsided smile played on his lips, "Eager to get back at it, I see. Well last we checked and seen her it still would take a few months."

He saw a brightness flicker in his senior officer's eyes when he brought up the Enterprise. I cleared my throat, "If Mr. Scott and I were in charge, we would have her up there in the stars in no time."

I didn't notice the hand coming towards my own. Jim stopped his hand a couple inches away before he pulled back. Jim, this time, cleared his throat, "Well under these circumstances I think I rather have my senior officers be taking this time off."

A frown pulled at my lips. In reflection of my own frown, Jim's lips followed thinking on what he just implied. Jim started, "I mean not that it is necessarily needed but I would think everyone deserved a vacation and enjoy their time here before having to go straight back to work and start the five year mission."

Jim slowly saw my frown turn into a straight line. Jim rubbed the back of his neck. He leaned forward speaking in hushed tones, "Look, I didn't mean that you in particular need to take off due to what you went through on Vulcan and here. I'm saying everyone needs to take a break. Relax and stuff."

My lips went back to a frown, "I don't need to take a break or relax, captain. I think I have done enough of that. Now if you excuse me, I am sure the academy would like me to guest lecture tomorrow and I prefer to be prepared for that."

Jim watched his senior officer stood up. I pulled out the needed currency for the waffles and orange juice. I placed it on the table, "Now have a nice day, captain."

Jim couldn't get a word out before his senior officer left him at the diner. It happened so fast. He really didn't mean it the way he said it. Of course, he had to say something when he was starting to notice one of his engineer officers getting back to normal.