Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.
Spock ran into Dr McCoy on the way back to his quarters after his shift.
'Commander, a word?'
Spock nodded and they continued towards his quarters, Spock assumed that whatever McCoy wanted, it was about the captain.
'The results came back,' McCoy said after a moment.
'Did they confirm my theory,' Spock enquired, confident in the answer.
'They did, they also told me that he is suffering from a vitamin deficiency, it appears that his body is having trouble metabolising his requirements, it could just be from the shock of the transformation. At any rate, he will need a shot everyday to keep him healthy.'
Spock showed the doctor in before noticing he puppy's absence.
'Captain,' he called.
There was no answering patter of feet. McCoy noticed the closet door slightly open and directed his attention towards it. Spock pulled the door open to find a rather sleepy pup curled up in one of his Starfleet uniforms. As soon as the pup saw the hypo in McCoy's hand, he backed up, shaking, before making a break for it. McCoy caught the pup easily and administered the hypo, despite the pup's frantic attempts to escape. As soon as he was free, the pup shot under Spock's desk and refused to come out.
'Easy Jim,' McCoy coaxed, 'no more hypo see?'
The captain still refused to come out from under the desk.
'How intelligent is he?' Spock asked.
'You've spent more time with him, you tell me. But if what Uhura told me earlier, you probably wouldn't know.'
Spock felt his face tighten, although there was no outward change.
'Unless there is something else you need?' Spock commented, looking at the door.
McCoy opened his mouth, then decided better and exited the way he had entered. The pup crawled out from under the desk and lapped at his water, looking up now and then to watch Spock. Spock crossed the room and sat at his desk, pulling out his PADD to complete his paperwork. He couldn't have been at for more than five minutes before Nyota stalked in.
'Even when you're in the same room, you still ignore him,' she snapped.
Spock glanced at the pup, who had paused in eating the rest of his chicken to look at Nyota in confusion.
'Are you saying I don't pay enough attention to him?'
'I'm saying that you don't pay attention to anyone,' she snapped coldly.
'Since my paperwork has obviously had enough attention for the day, would you like to accompany me to lunch?'
Nyota hesitated, lunch sounded good but on the other hand, she wasn't sure that leaving Kirk alone again was such a good idea.
'What about Kirk?'
The pup tugged at her pants, as if to say, go I'll be fine. She bit her lip then nodded at Spock.
'Lunch sounds perfect.'
They couldn't have been more than three feet out the door, before she brought up forgetting Kirk that morning. It was really a tiring subject.