"All right..." Kirk stretched his arms over his head, then tilted his neck from side to side. "Let's start with a little light exercise. Pick your poison-er, gym equipment," he amended, noticing McCoy's subtle eye roll.
The senior staff of the Enterprise dispersed throughout the gym. Sulu dropped to his knees on a green mat and began a series of push-ups. Chekov retrieved a pair of dumbbells from the storage rack and lowered himself to a nearby bench, flexing his biceps. Uhura crossed to an open area with a jump rope and began to skip, humming a tune under her breath.
Scotty punched his gloved fists together, then began to batter a speed bag, dancing back and forth, his tongue sticking out from between his teeth in concentration.
McCoy leaned over a large bin and selected a purple medicine ball. He waved in Kirk's direction. "A little catch?"
"Sure." Kirk cracked his knuckles and jogged over to a spot directly across from the doctor, getting into a crouching stance along the painted line. "Ready when you are."
McCoy hefted the ball in both hands, grunting. "Is it just me, or are they making these things heavier?"
Kirk snorted. "Hey, that's my line." He shifted slightly to the side, then punched his left hand with his right fist. "C'mon, Bonesy. Right over the plate!"
McCoy's toes dug into the floor. "Oh, for the love of-"
CLANG!
Both men's heads snapped up in the direction of the sound. McCoy wobbled sideways, backing into the wall as he gripped the medicine ball tighter to keep from dropping it.
CLANG! CLANG!
Kirk held up a hand in McCoy's direction. "What..."
McCoy slowly lowered the ball to the ground, rolling it against the wall. Straightening up, he followed Kirk to the other side of the gym, where several pieces of strength training equipment were set up.
CLANG! CLANG!
"Where is that infernal commotion comin' from?" McCoy stopped as Kirk pressed a hand into his shoulder, then glanced over in the direction the captain's finger was pointing.
Spock, clad in a sciences blue muscle shirt, gym shorts, and sneakers, gripped the horizontal bar of a 14-foot salmon ladder. Level by level, he ascended the apparatus to the top rung. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Kirk cupped his hands around his mouth. "Spock, chill!" He put his hands on his hips, glancing over his shoulder at the Vulcan. He turned his gaze towards McCoy. "Can you believe this guy?"
"Green-blooded show-off." McCoy rubbed the back of his neck as he followed Spock's descent to the floor.
The Vulcan dropped the bar and turned to face his audience, which by now included the rest of the senior staff, who were standing in a semi-circle around the salmon ladder. A few beads of sweat trickled down his face and arms, dampening his shirtfront. He carefully set the bar in its holder and leaned against the wall, accepting a towel from a grinning Uhura.
As Spock dabbed at his forehead with the towel, Kirk clapped him on the shoulder. He shook his head, smiling. "Didn't you hear me say "light exercise"?"
The senior staff of the Enterprise dispersed throughout the gym. Sulu dropped to his knees on a green mat and began a series of push-ups. Chekov retrieved a pair of dumbbells from the storage rack and lowered himself to a nearby bench, flexing his biceps. Uhura crossed to an open area with a jump rope and began to skip, humming a tune under her breath.
Scotty punched his gloved fists together, then began to batter a speed bag, dancing back and forth, his tongue sticking out from between his teeth in concentration.
McCoy leaned over a large bin and selected a purple medicine ball. He waved in Kirk's direction. "A little catch?"
"Sure." Kirk cracked his knuckles and jogged over to a spot directly across from the doctor, getting into a crouching stance along the painted line. "Ready when you are."
McCoy hefted the ball in both hands, grunting. "Is it just me, or are they making these things heavier?"
Kirk snorted. "Hey, that's my line." He shifted slightly to the side, then punched his left hand with his right fist. "C'mon, Bonesy. Right over the plate!"
McCoy's toes dug into the floor. "Oh, for the love of-"
CLANG!
Both men's heads snapped up in the direction of the sound. McCoy wobbled sideways, backing into the wall as he gripped the medicine ball tighter to keep from dropping it.
CLANG! CLANG!
Kirk held up a hand in McCoy's direction. "What..."
McCoy slowly lowered the ball to the ground, rolling it against the wall. Straightening up, he followed Kirk to the other side of the gym, where several pieces of strength training equipment were set up.
CLANG! CLANG!
"Where is that infernal commotion comin' from?" McCoy stopped as Kirk pressed a hand into his shoulder, then glanced over in the direction the captain's finger was pointing.
Spock, clad in a sciences blue muscle shirt, gym shorts, and sneakers, gripped the horizontal bar of a 14-foot salmon ladder. Level by level, he ascended the apparatus to the top rung. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Kirk cupped his hands around his mouth. "Spock, chill!" He put his hands on his hips, glancing over his shoulder at the Vulcan. He turned his gaze towards McCoy. "Can you believe this guy?"
"Green-blooded show-off." McCoy rubbed the back of his neck as he followed Spock's descent to the floor.
The Vulcan dropped the bar and turned to face his audience, which by now included the rest of the senior staff, who were standing in a semi-circle around the salmon ladder. A few beads of sweat trickled down his face and arms, dampening his shirtfront. He carefully set the bar in its holder and leaned against the wall, accepting a towel from a grinning Uhura.
As Spock dabbed at his forehead with the towel, Kirk clapped him on the shoulder. He shook his head, smiling. "Didn't you hear me say "light exercise"?"
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