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Author's Note: Chapter 4! Who's excited about into Darkness? I am! Anyways enjoy!
Ch. 4 Bones
Bones POV:
A week had passed without incident. It appeared that Spock's threat had worked, and Cadet Green hadn't stepped out of line since there initial meeting. She rarely spoke to the crew and had managed to keep missing her required physical with a certain doctor. Finally, Bones decided it was time, he met her.
"Alana Green," He said. Cadet Green looked up.
"Yes, who's asking…?"
"Doctor McCoy, can you come with me please?" He said not leaving any room to argue. Normally Alana would argue, but decided to humor the doctor. She heard he could be very persistent.
"I must warn you Doctor, I'm not a good patient," I said.
"Can't be worse than Captain Dumbass," He growled entering the key to medical bay. Alana laughed but stopped when McCoy looked at her.
"So, what's on the agenda today Doc," She said sitting down.
"Just running standard test to insure you're healthy…" He said grabbing a needle.
"What is that?" Alana said panicked, jumping down from the bed, moving behind it. Bones frowned. He was used to seeing strange thing, but not this. He heard a lot of the infamous Cadet. How could she be afraid of needles?
"I need to take some blood," Bones explained. "And need to give you some vaccines,"
"You mean there's more?"
"Yes if you don't want to catch a space disease?" Bones said looking bewildered. He had never come across a patient that acted like this. He noted her needle phobia on her chart. Maybe he could find some other alternative methods for the next vaccine.
"You're not sticking with me anything…" She said moving away from him.
"Look," He said sternly. "I can do this with or without you fully awake, but I would rather not have to give you anything to sedate you…"
"I won't need to have any more shots right?" Alana said eyeing the needle.
"I will look into methods but right now you need to take the shots," Bones said softening a bit.
"Do it quickly…" Alana demanded sitting down again. She turned her had to look away.
"Who's Bones?" She asked. Bones looked up. On the counter was the coffee mug Jim had given him.
"Oh that's a nickname," He said explained. "I swear the kid does it to annoy me!"
"Who?" Alana asked interestedly.
"Jim or Captain Kirk, but he prefers Jim," He explained.
"Why Bones?" She asked.
"Years ago I got divorced" He said shrugging. "It was a bad divorce, and got nothing from the settlement." Alana hadn't noticed he was already on the third shot.
"What does that have to do with…"
"I'm getting to it," He said smirking slightly. "Anyways, I enlisted in Starfleet and met Jim on the shuttle. I explained to him all I had left to my name was my bones and it just stuck,"
"It sounds like you hate the nickname…" Alana commented.
"Naw, I don't" He said sticking another needle in her arm. "But don't tell Jim," Alana nodded.
"Well, were done here," Bones says putting down the needle.
"What?" Alana says. "Where done?"
"Yes, you are and it will take about a week for the blood work to come back," Bones said writing notes on his clipboard.
"Umm, thanks I guess..." Alana said awkwardly.
"It my job," Bones said giving her a rare smile. "Oh and Green you might not want to mind yourself around Commander Spock,"
"And why's that," Alana asked.
"Well he's no stranger to bashing people. I remember this one irritating cadet that found himself on Delta Vega…" Alana raised her eyebrows. She hadn't heard that.
"I like my odds…" Alana says not sounding as confident as she wanted to be.
"We'll see," He said dismissing her. Alana nodded and left. Bones smirked. This was going to be entertaining, he could tell. Maybe he would join the bet, Jim had going. Odds were Spock will have her kicked off this ship in weeks. He might bet it would be sooner.
Spock POV:
It was the time of the month Spock dreaded but was grateful for, his father's monthly call. He's relationship with his father, was always strained, but had improved slightly since his mother's death. His father still wished he would leave Star Fleet, but he always calmly refused.
"Good Evening father," He said greeted him.
"Good Evening my son, "The ambassador greeted back. "I trust the mission is going well,"
"As well as can be expected. How is new Vulcan?" He inquired. He had yet to set foot on Vulcan.
"As well as can be expected," The ambassador greeted him. "We have been receiving threats for the past few months," Spock raised his eyebrows. That was concerning.
"What kind of threats?" He asked.
"It's nothing," Serek said dismissively
"I highly doubt, it's nothing father or you wouldn't have told me about it…" Spock said.
"I just told you to be on alert," Serek said. "Being Vulcan even half, puts you in danger…"
"Father what aren't you telling me?" Spock asked.
"I wish not to discuss it further," Serek told him. "Just be careful, my son,"
"I will father," Spock promised.
"I must go. Live long and prosper," He said.
"Live long and prosper father," Spock said as his screen went dark.
He wondered what his father was hiding. He closed his eyes. His father's shields were up. That was even more troubling. He could have sworn he felt an emotion, as he talked to his father. He couldn't place. He decided to call his father the next week. Deep within him, he felt something was up. It was a feeling deep within him, that wouldn't go away. Right now he had Cadet Green to deal with.
Kirk POV:
Kirk felt like slamming his head repeatedly against the wall. The computers were messed up again. He had got communications from other flagships stationed in there system, and there weren't having as many problems as the enterprise was.
"Captain," Kirk groaned. He had a feeling it was another complaint.
"Yes Mr. Spock," He said looking up at his first officer.
"It appears there might be an issue with the computers…" He said.
"I know!" Jim screamed in frustration. Spock eyes widen at his outburst.
"My apologies Captain." Spock said eyeing him with curiosity. "Have I caught you at a bad time?
"Have you ever encountered these many problems," Kirk asked.
"Well no Captain," Spock said. "How long have we been having issues?"
"Since we took off," Kirk said. Spock looked thoughtful for a minute.
"I'll contact Star Fleet," Spock said. "It might be a pre-existing virus,"
Kirk eyes widen. Spock wondered if Kirk knew how they could have gotten a virus. He noticed a red tint on his face. Spock was sure Kirk would be checking his history to insure nothing embarrassing came up. Spock let a short email to Star Fleet commanded, and a reply came by ordering them to dock at the nearest repair station. It was then he remembered that he had the tedious task of kitchen duty. He wondered if he was imaging it, but it seemed he had kitchen duty more often during this mission.