I've never written a fan fiction before. Here goes nothing.
Pt. 1--Plomeek and Chicken Soup
McCoy switched off his medical tricorder and watched as Spock stood and straightened his shirt.
"Now, if these crazy Vulcan readings are correct, you're perfectly healthy, Mr. Spock. You can get back to duty, I believe you have a shift at 1800 hours."
"I was unaware you were monitoring my duty shifts, Doctor," Spock replied, raising one eyebrow.
"I'm not, Jim told me. He thought you might appreciate a reminder. Have you been forgetting things lately? The Captain says you've been distracted."
"It is an innate characteristic of humans to pry where they gave no business," Spock responded, "therefore I will take no note of your interest." He headed toward the door, apparently intending to make a hasty exit.
"Hold on one minute, Mr. Spock." McCoy set down his scanner on the desk beside him. "Whatever you may say about the Captain having no business, I am the chief medical officer aboard the Enterprise, and I do insist that you--"
"As you were so kind to remind me of, Doctor, I have duties to attend to. And not only with humans such as yourself. Now if you'll excuse me." Spock walked quickly through the door without a backward glance.
McCoy raised his eyebrows. He pushed a button the computer consol and sat down in his chair, looking after Spock in a worried manner.
"McCoy to the Captain," he said, somewhat quietly.
"Kirk here, what is it, Bones?"
"You're right, Spock is agitated. He refused to answer any inquiries on his behavior, in fact, he interrupted me and practically fled the sick bay after his examination."
"You couldn't get anything out of him?"
"Nothing. Any idea what's going on?"
"My first thought is Pon Farr, but it's only been 3 years. He hasn't acted in this way at any other time. Bones, I don't doubt it"ll explain itself. I was only reporting slightly unusual behavior; I'm sure he'll be back to normal in no time."
"What i saw was not 'slightly unusual behavior, Jim. I'll run some extra tests on his neurological scans. In the mean time, try to get through to him, will you?"
"I'll see what I can do, but I'm really quite busy. Kirk out."
McCoy sighed and picked up the file with Spock's mental test results on it. He fed it into the computer and started a scan, then stopped it, a sudden thought occurring to him.
"Computer, play back Mr. Spock's last words before leaving Sickbay."
"'As you were so kind to remind me of, Doctor, I have duties to attend to. And not only with humans such as yourself. Now if you'll excuse me.' Spoken at 1700 hours, 42 minutes."
McCoy's brow furrowed in thought. He switched communications back on.
"McCoy to Kirk."
"Kirk here, what us it, Doctor?" This is really a bad time!"
"Spock said something about--"
"Drop it, McCoy. I reported it to you, it's not my job to go over everything with you once you have the information." There was a high-pitched whine and a small explosion, and Kirk called something over his shoulder. "I've got to go, Doctor. Later!" He terminated communications.
McCoy frowned and picked up his medical log book.
"'Chief Medical Officer's Log, Stardate 1163.2. Mr. Spock is exhibiting signs of stress, and the Captain is apparently very busy. Something is going on.' Computer, delete last sentence. 'My current priority is to find the cause of Mr. Spock's behavior. He checks out mentally healthy, so, to my discomfort, I will have to begin prying into personal matters, for the well-being of his colleagues and himself, and his optimal duty performance.'"
He sighed deeply and closed the log book, then switched on the computer.
"Computer, reroute--" he sighed again, "reroute Mr. Spock's personal logs to this Consol."
"Unable to comply. Commander Spock's logs have been secured under a four-step verification process."
McCoy's mouth tightened and he stood up from his desk.
"Then I guess I'll just have to pay a house call to that green-blooded hobgoblin." He muttered, and left the room.
...To be continued...
Pt. 1--Plomeek and Chicken Soup
McCoy switched off his medical tricorder and watched as Spock stood and straightened his shirt.
"Now, if these crazy Vulcan readings are correct, you're perfectly healthy, Mr. Spock. You can get back to duty, I believe you have a shift at 1800 hours."
"I was unaware you were monitoring my duty shifts, Doctor," Spock replied, raising one eyebrow.
"I'm not, Jim told me. He thought you might appreciate a reminder. Have you been forgetting things lately? The Captain says you've been distracted."
"It is an innate characteristic of humans to pry where they gave no business," Spock responded, "therefore I will take no note of your interest." He headed toward the door, apparently intending to make a hasty exit.
"Hold on one minute, Mr. Spock." McCoy set down his scanner on the desk beside him. "Whatever you may say about the Captain having no business, I am the chief medical officer aboard the Enterprise, and I do insist that you--"
"As you were so kind to remind me of, Doctor, I have duties to attend to. And not only with humans such as yourself. Now if you'll excuse me." Spock walked quickly through the door without a backward glance.
McCoy raised his eyebrows. He pushed a button the computer consol and sat down in his chair, looking after Spock in a worried manner.
"McCoy to the Captain," he said, somewhat quietly.
"Kirk here, what is it, Bones?"
"You're right, Spock is agitated. He refused to answer any inquiries on his behavior, in fact, he interrupted me and practically fled the sick bay after his examination."
"You couldn't get anything out of him?"
"Nothing. Any idea what's going on?"
"My first thought is Pon Farr, but it's only been 3 years. He hasn't acted in this way at any other time. Bones, I don't doubt it"ll explain itself. I was only reporting slightly unusual behavior; I'm sure he'll be back to normal in no time."
"What i saw was not 'slightly unusual behavior, Jim. I'll run some extra tests on his neurological scans. In the mean time, try to get through to him, will you?"
"I'll see what I can do, but I'm really quite busy. Kirk out."
McCoy sighed and picked up the file with Spock's mental test results on it. He fed it into the computer and started a scan, then stopped it, a sudden thought occurring to him.
"Computer, play back Mr. Spock's last words before leaving Sickbay."
"'As you were so kind to remind me of, Doctor, I have duties to attend to. And not only with humans such as yourself. Now if you'll excuse me.' Spoken at 1700 hours, 42 minutes."
McCoy's brow furrowed in thought. He switched communications back on.
"McCoy to Kirk."
"Kirk here, what us it, Doctor?" This is really a bad time!"
"Spock said something about--"
"Drop it, McCoy. I reported it to you, it's not my job to go over everything with you once you have the information." There was a high-pitched whine and a small explosion, and Kirk called something over his shoulder. "I've got to go, Doctor. Later!" He terminated communications.
McCoy frowned and picked up his medical log book.
"'Chief Medical Officer's Log, Stardate 1163.2. Mr. Spock is exhibiting signs of stress, and the Captain is apparently very busy. Something is going on.' Computer, delete last sentence. 'My current priority is to find the cause of Mr. Spock's behavior. He checks out mentally healthy, so, to my discomfort, I will have to begin prying into personal matters, for the well-being of his colleagues and himself, and his optimal duty performance.'"
He sighed deeply and closed the log book, then switched on the computer.
"Computer, reroute--" he sighed again, "reroute Mr. Spock's personal logs to this Consol."
"Unable to comply. Commander Spock's logs have been secured under a four-step verification process."
McCoy's mouth tightened and he stood up from his desk.
"Then I guess I'll just have to pay a house call to that green-blooded hobgoblin." He muttered, and left the room.
...To be continued...
