Engineering We Have a Problem






























































Title: Engineering, we have a problem Author: ZiKerag (zikerag@yahoo.co.uk) Series: TOS Pairing: S/Mc Rating: Very naughty Parts: 1 of 1 Date: October 2002 Feedback: All comments are welcome and appreciated! Archive: Feel free if you really feel like it Disclaimer: They aint my characters. I've just borrowed them. As I'm not getting any money out of this, you've already got your share of the profits. Engineering, we have a problem "Good morning, Spock," McCoy said joyfully, as Spock turned the corner in front of him. "Good morning, Doctor," Spock replied. "I did not see you there." "Well, I wasn't hiding, but I *was* waiting for you." "Waiting for me? Why would you want to do that, Doctor? You know the captain said how urgently we were required on the bridge?" "Yes, I know all that, but Jim...the Captain," Len corrected himself, as they were on duty "wouldn't start anything before we were both there so, since I knew which route you were taking and I knew I was here, I decided to wait for you." "Indeed. How did you know which route I would be taking?" "I know a lot of things about you, Mr. Spock." McCoy smiled, a smug, devious smile, but one that contained no malice. "Shall we continue?" He offered, bringing Spocks questions to an abrupt end before they even got started. They arrived at the turbo-lift, and Spock pressed the button to summon the lift. He had noticed that the doctor had not really been walking with him but half a step behind him. This told Spock that the doctor was up to something. Another sly plan, no doubt, but McCoy had been a bit strange this time. Normally Spock would have expected to be sexually harassed by the doctor at some stage along the corridor by now, but nothing had happened. The turbo-lift door opened, and both of them entered. McCoy took the control stick and gave the command "Bridge," with a voice that Spock found unusual, even allowing for the doctors emotional roller coaster. They continued in silence for a few seconds when, suddenly, the turbo-lift sprang to a complete halt, throwing both of them off balance. Spock looked at the doctor. "Are you alright?" he asked as he helped Len get back on his feet. Mr. Spock went to communications panel and pressed a button. "Engineering, this is Commander Spock. Doctor McCoy and myself are stuck in a turbo-lift. Is there a problem?" Scotty's voice came back to them. "Aye, Mr. Spock, there is indeed a problem. It should not take us too long to sort things out but, maybe, you'd like to check things out your end too, in case there are some relays which need replacing." "Very well, Spock out." He turned to the doctor, "Excuse me, Doctor, I need to get to that panel behind you." "You could call me Leonard and say please, you know?" "May I remind you, Doctor, that we are both on duty and, I thought we had agreed, that in such cases we would observe the correct protocol?" "Indeed *we* did," McCoy replied sarcastically. Spock ignored him and bent down on all fours to open the ground level service panel, as McCoy stepped aside. The doctor continued, "But what does that change in a situation like this?" Opening the panel and sticking his head half way in, Spock continued, "We are still professionals, Doctor. Now, can you get from the turbo-lift toolbox a..." Spock stopped, as he felt McCoy''s hands caressing his buttocks, his hips and trying to work their way between his legs. It had been a couple of days since they had been alone together for anything more than a meal or a drink in the mess hall. Work meant that they were always going their separate ways again within minutes of getting together. Spock was in the mood too for some fun, so he opened his legs a little wider to make McCoy's task of stimulating his privates a little easier without admitting to too much. Spock tried to act as if nothing was happening and continued, "I think there are just some dry joints here which need lubrication." "I think I've found one too," McCoy added, "and I have just the thing for it." Spock remained on all fours without moving, as he heard Leonard get up and open another panel. Then, no sooner had McCoy returned, Spock found that his trousers had been pulled down and felt a cold liquid pass in-between his buttocks. McCoy's hand followed swiftly and stopped to circle Spocks anus making sure it was well greased. Spock then heard another pair of trousers coming off. He closed his eyes in anticipation of what was coming next. -O- Spock finished adjusting his uniform, as McCoy replaced the lubricant in its special hiding place. Walking over to McCoy and putting his arms around him to pull the other man in to his chest in a loving hug, Spock said, "I was unaware that such hiding places existed." "Oooh, they do!" said McCoy, closing his eyes and hugging the other man back. Speaking with a muffled voice into Spocks chest, he continued, "Crewman Cook showed me where they were." "And how did Crewman Cook know?" "It's common knowledge among certain groups of people on the ship." Spock pulled away and looked perplexed at the doctors information about what junior members of the crew knew. Whilst the captain might try to involve everybody, this was, after all, a naval vessel and traditions dictated that senior officers do not socialize with junior crewmen. McCoy chuckled to himself, as he let go of Spock and walked over to the communications panel. "Engineering, this is Doctor McCoy. How is our turbo-lift coming on?" Scotty replied, "Just finished, Doctor." The turbo-lift began to move again. "How's *it* now, sir?" "Wonderful," said McCoy, "*it* hasn't been better in days. Thanks for your help, Scotty. McCoy out." -O- The turbo-lift doors opened and both the doctor and Spock stepped out on to the bridge. Kirk swiveled around to face them in his chair. "Good morning, gentlemen. What kept you?" We had some turbo-lift problems, McCoy said, glancing at Spock to see if he was going to give them away. "It was not anything too serious, Captain." Spock continued "Just some joints that needed lubricating." The end