Title: Southern Slangs of a Southern Gentleman
Words: Undetermined
Rating: T; Just in Case but really is G rated
Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series
Characters: Star Trek Characters
Summary: This is multiple one Shot fic's where Spock is confused by an expression McCoy uses.
Chapter 2: 'Gritty Details'
Summary:
"Is that an insult?" He drawls considering how his grits might look sprawled across the Vulcan's uniform attire.
"Bones." The Captain swirls his fork. "We have a meeting tomorrow at three? You will be there this time. Right? ON Time?"
"Surely I will be. No repeat of last time gentlemen."
"I do not believe that the incident last time could be..." A slight cough ensued. "... repeated." The Vulcan across the table from the Captain and himself deadpanned obviously remembering the 'fashionably late' scenario. Emphasis on 'late'; not so much the fashionable bit. Unless tighty-whities were the new trend.
"Hush." He waved his hands.
The Vulcan sipped his tea.
"Now, what was the meetin' about Jim Boy?"
"Didn't you read the report?"
"Ya know I can never understand those fangled things. Its like trying to read a wet newspaper. They tell ya they want ya to act one way and they themselves act another way." The Good Doctor waved his coffee around in a dramatic fashion.
"That is illo-"
"Illogical my ###, its the #### truth."
"BONES. I don't care if you show up wearing a Santa Claus suit, I just want you there on time and preferably knowing what the meeting is about."
"Fine. Fine. Lemme guess. Andorian Flu?" Rolling of the eyes a mutter escaped his lips, " For the umpteenth time."
"Try new mapping layouts for Med Bay." The Captain crossed his arms obviously unimpressed; his eggs and bacon left untouched.
Now this was news to him.
"WHAT?"
Jim sighed.
"Messing with my-" He gestures to his chest. "-sickbay are they? Are they crazy?"
"Doctor, to suggest that anyone were to mess with, 'Your sickbay'. One must be dubiously classified mentally unfit immediately."
Paying no mind to Spock, "Jim Boy, ya know I don't like it when 'Federation know it all's' come in tryin' ta fix what ain't broke... They don't live the system, how are they supposed ta know what works best and what don't?"
"Bones, that is exactly why we need your input. Although not for those reasoning's."
"Doctor may I suggest reading the 'fangled reports' in order to give your own opinion in opposition to the new proposition tomorrow?"
Curling his face, "What reasoning's are ya two against the new layout?" He points. "I know ya would kill for a cabin redecoration Jim. Why are you so opposed to a change?"
"Time and effort being wasted within such a small mission time don't seem so evidently important." The Captain shrugs.
"It would be a crude waste for something that... does not require change." Spock inputs. "And the new layout would do no benefit towards efficiency or level of accuracy in the functional procedures currently being run by the ship CMO."
"Is that an insult?" He drawls considering how his grits might look sprawled across the Vulcan's uniform attire.
"Not to mention the retraining of the new layouts and systematic's. That's going to be pure misery." Jim interrupts massaging his temples.
"Sentiment is agreed."
"I told ya ta come to Sickbay a week ago for that blasted headache..."
Watching between the two he ate another mouthful of grits. The pair watched him as if expecting him to say more.
"Fine, yes. You two can count on me, I'll be there if the creek don't rise." Another mouthful of grits.
"Doctor, surely there will not be a natural disaster within the lunch room?"
...
Huh, he had no more grits. Nor did Spock a clean uniform shirt.
Guess a natural disaster did happened.
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