McCoy felt the morning was becoming routine. Although there was certain to be some hazards later in the day. Last night McCoy had left Spock some new clothes for when he awoke. McCoy had decided that what little pleasure he could get out of putting Spock in human clothes, he should. He was however a doctor and he was not going to let him be fully humiliated. Nevertheless, seeing a vulcan wearing jeans and black trainers seemed unusual although that was not the desired clothing to humiliate, the t-shirt he had chosen was plain and simple, but that of a bow tie. He could not chose bright colour because Spock complained it hurt his eyes. It was becoming apparent McCoy had little in the idea of how to humiliate him. He was not a person of pranks. That was why he had Jim.
"Good morning Spock." McCoy said that morning walking in, as a very short breeze ran past him.
"Good morning Doctor." Spock said, dressed and already out the room.
"Ah- ah wait a moment" McCoy said grabbing ahold of the back of Spock's collar "and where do you think your going?"
Spock looked up with his big dark eyes "out."
"What- no. No. We need to do your exams."
"I am five I have no exams due."
"GET In to the Medical Bay." McCoy said guiding Spock back in the door he had left.
"This is unnecessary."
"Would you mind sitting on this bed Spock, so I can check you aren't dyeing. Do you remember my conversation from yesterday? Do you remember anything from when you were older?"
"I am Spock, I remember what you said yesterday, and I have all my memories up to the age of five, and I am informing you that I am not dyeing."
"Well you're not a doctor, are you? Let me check." McCoy said, already regretful Spock could talk.
With some reluctance Spock sighed jumping back on to the medical bay bed. McCoy looked up noting the scanners. After a while of frustrated tutting he said:
"Well you seem healthy."
"Would you prefer if I were not?"
"Could you stay in here, I need to speak to the Captain for a moment." McCoy said.
"I'm perfectly capable of that Doctor." Spock said. McCoy nodded and left the room.
The doctors office was starting to pile with plates. Not too many, but enough, here and there, no doubt someone would come to clean it up. McCoy having delivered the news paced back and forth near the bookcases behind him. Kirk stood the opposite side of the desk, his hands on his hips.
"Kidnapped?"
"Yes, but thats not the problem, he wants to go out, but I don't know how he's going to remember what happened to him. His medical file describes him as being stressed with minor injuries and malnutrition-"
"It's weird. You kind of just expect to know these things about people. Kind of ridiculous really. I imagine at the very least I should know that, but I never do. How long did the kidnappers have him?" Kirk asked. McCoy stopped pacing.
"Six weeks."
"Jesus fucking christ - six fucking weeks? Like that would scare the shit out of me - he's a little fucking kid."
"I don't know how long that is for him now, he could be affected for twenty minutes or twenty hours. I don't now what to do."
"I guess thats why he don't scare easily." Kirk said.
"Jim." Bones said.
"Have you tried making a-"
"Jim, we can't cure this, we've just got to wait it out, and I really don't want to be on baby sitting duty the entire time. But for this I will be. But do we let him go out and have the crew see him. I mean if I had been in that position I would have been crying like - like a baby - he is a baby Jim, a tiny tiny baby."
"Bones" Kirk said putting his hands up in defeat "I doubt anyone would hold that against him, he's five, he looks cute."
"But then what do I do? Hug him? What if he remembers and just stands there screaming for two hours? What if he-"
"Bones I know."
"Do you-"
"Bones" Kirk yelled "I hate to steal your phrase but, lets, cross that bridge when we come to it."
McCoy stopped in his tracks as he took a deep breath "fine. Fine. So what do you want to do with him, I don't want him going around talking with the whole crew just yet, and I can see it could become a lot harder to keep him in that room if I tell him he's not allowed out, and then he might, I don't know do anything. He's already made one escape and was about to try it again. I'd rather that we know where he is if he's out."
"Well, I could show him the bridge. I'm sure he'd love that. Maybe. Like he loves it as an adult right? Or at Bones - Bones - maybe he'll find it fascinating."
"Get out of my office Jim."
Kirk and McCoy walked out of his office to find Spock in a stand off with Miss Chapel, outside of his private medical quarters.
"Well that doesn't sound very logical to me Mr Spock" Miss Chapel said.
"Your lack of understanding of logic is of no consequence to me, excuse me please."
"Spock, I thought you said you were going to stay in the medical quarters." McCoy said.
"I said no such thing." Spock said. McCoy opened his mouth and then closed it. He looked up to the eyes of Kirk.
"Well, he's yours."
"Well theres no need to be grumpy" Kirk said and crouched down so he was the same height as Spock "Spock would you like to see the bridge?"
Spock eye him curiously "your attempt to replicate my height is unneeded as I can hear you talking even when you are standing." Kirk sighed and stood up.
"Spock would you like to see the bridge of a starship?"
Spock thought for a moment, his face squishing in thought "that would be satisfactory captain."
"Really Spock? Call me Jim."
"Understood."