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Author: Nautika
Series: TOS
Pairing: S, Mc
SPOILERS: None.
Rating: G
Parts: 1/1
Date: May 2005
Feedback: All comments are welcome and appreciated!
Archive: ASC*, The Spock/McCoyote's Den, and my site. Others please ask.
Disclaimer: The usual. Paramount/Viacom own STAR TREK. No copyright infringement is intended. No money is made from this.
Notes: Part of the Spock McCoy Haven. Finished for the 12th wave, but was due much, much sooner!
Summary: Challenge drawn - Write an S/Mc story with an argument and the making up process afterwards.
by Nautika
"Spock, I'm telling you - don't go on this mission. You're not up to par yet from that viral infection. It's not a good idea..."
"Doctor, please..." Spock held up a hand warding off any further advice from Dr. McCoy. "I am more in tune with my body than you are and I feel that the risk of a repeat illness is minimal compared to the value of my being on this mission." McCoy opened his mouth to speak but Spock cut him off, "I will be fine, Doctor."
McCoy groaned in frustration. "Fine, Spock. Have it your way, I'm just the doctor around these parts, what do I know!?" McCoy stalked off, leaving a slightly bemused Vulcan watching after him.
~*~
The alarms went off in sickbay and McCoy jumped up from his desk. Captain Kirk's voice came roughly over the communicator, "McCoy! Get to the transporter room – Spock's been hurt!" McCoy grabbed his kit and was on his way.
He arrived in the transporter room to find Kirk and an ensign holding an unconscious Vulcan. "My god, what happened?!" McCoy began scanning him with his medical tricorder.
"We were attacked. He took a shot." One of the medical staff checked over Kirk and the ensign while McCoy worked on Spock. "I got him out of there as soon as I could..." Kirk looked worriedly after his first officer.
"I need to get him to sickbay - Quickly!"
Several tense hours later, McCoy came to Kirk's quarters.
"Enter," said the Captain. He stood up when McCoy walked in. "How is he?"
McCoy looked weary. "He's stabilized. There's nothing more I can do now. His body is weakened from that viral infection..." McCoy's shoulders slumped forward and Kirk came over by him.
"He'll be all right, Bones. He's strong. Just give him time." McCoy smiled weakly and Kirk continued. "Why don't you go get some rest?" McCoy nodded and walked numbly to his quarters.
Leonard McCoy lay on his bunk, too tired to sleep. He stared at the ceiling, his last moments with Spock going over and over again before his mind's eye. He ran his hand over his eyes and rolled onto his side. Finally, exhaustion claimed him.
~*~
It was two days before Spock was officially out of the woods. And one more before he gained consciousness. The fourth found him trying to get out of bed.
"What are you doing?!" McCoy came in and pushed Spock back by the shoulders. "Where do you think you're going?!"
"Doctor, I feel perfectly all right." Spock swooned a little.
"The Hell you do. You're my patient until *I* release you! Now lie down and rest!"
"Doctor..."
"No! Now you listen here you stubborn son of a..." McCoy took a breath. "Your body is still weak from that infection, not too mention your being *shot* on that planet. You are not going anywhere until I say you can. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Doctor." Spock settled down and closed his eyes.
McCoy shook his head and went back to his office.
~*~
A few days later, Uhura came to visit Spock in Sickbay. She smiled warmly at Spock and held up his lyre. "I've spoken with the doctor and he says it's all right if you play a tune. I thought it might cheer you up."
"I do not need to be 'cheered up'." Spock sat up and took the lyre from her.
"Of course," she smiled. "Well, maybe I do and a song with you would be much helpful with that."
Spock nodded lightly and began playing a tune they had often done together. When they had finished she smiled at him. "Thank you, Spock. I'm glad to see you're feeling better and I believe you'll be out of here soon."
"Yes, I hope so. There is much I have to do." He paused for a few moments. "I was wondering if I might ask your advice on something."
"Of course. Anything."
"I have not seen the doctor for a few days. I think he may be avoiding me."
Uhura looked at Spock. "Yes, he was very worried about you."
"I don't understand. Why should he avoid me?"
"Sometimes, when we're very worried about someone, we express that in strange ways. We may yell, or argue, or be aggressive in some other manner, but it's because we're scared. Whether he'll admit it or not, the doctor is very fond of you. And you gave him quite a scare."
Spock contemplated this information for the rest of the afternoon. The doctor continued to avoid him even after he had been released from the infirmary.
McCoy sat at his desk in his office when the door chirped. "Enter." Spock walked in.
"Doctor, do you have a minute?"
McCoy sighed. "Yes, Spock, what is it?"
"Doctor, we cannot continue in this manner."
"What are you talking about Spock?" McCoy's voice was harsher than he intended.
"You have been avoiding me. I wish to rectify that. I have been thinking...you were correct. I should not have gone on that mission."
McCoy's jaw dropped.
"Doctor?"
"I'm sorry, Spock. I don't think you've ever admitted I was right before! I'm in shock!"
Spock looked annoyed and McCoy chuckled. "Apology accepted, Spock. And I'm sorry I've been so harsh on you lately. I was worried about you, that's all."
"Indeed. Then all is back to normal?"
"Yes, as long as you listen to your doctor!"
Spock's face was impassive, but there was a sort of twinkle in his eyes, "Perhaps the silent treatment was preferable after all."
The End