I have this feeling that our guys are the sorts who can carry on
conversations for days or weeks at a time, or even longer. You know
the type: they start something, stop or get interrupted, then resume
right where they left off as if the conversation never stopped. I
can't really pinpoint anything canonical to prove this feeling of
mine--other than the ever-present logic vs. emotion conversation.
But given their history, it works for me. This was born from that
feeling (with thanks to some West Wing fanfic inspiration).
Oh yeah, the disclaimers. They aren't mine. I just borrowed them
for a little while. This is safe to read if you're over 18. You
know the drill. Not beta'ed. Wrote itself actually, just looking to
share it on a quiet afternoon. Hoping someone out there will give me
something to read soon.
Leonard McCoy knew well the physical and mental need for exercise.
He preferred solitary exercise himself: running, singles gravity
ball, and his personal favorite, swimming. Unfortunately, starships
weren't the best place for real swimming pools. All that water and
the possibility of loss of gravity just wasn't a good combination.
Still, he could get the equivalent of swimming laps in the resistance
tank. It wasn't quite the same mentally; nothing compared to
swimming back and forth across a lake or even a nice clean and scenic
pool. But it did the trick. In fact, he'd overdone it this time.
He sat in the changing room, rolling his shoulders and stretching his
neck, hoping he wouldn't pay too much for the extra resistance he
He watched Sulu and Chekov go into the steam room just as Spock was
emerging from it. Spock nodded his greeting as he grabbed a clean
towel and made for the showers. "Problem, Doctor?" He asked at the
intense look on Leonard's face.
"Just a little too long in the tank and didn't vary my strokes
enough. Nothing that a hot shower won't fix." He continued to stare
at the steam room door.
"I was, Doctor, referring to your interest in that door?"
"Oh." He paused for a moment. "Do you think they're sleeping
"I assume you are really asking if I think they have engaged in a
sexual relationship rather than if they are merely sharing resting
Leonard turned his attention to Spock and glared.
"Really, Doctor, I do not understand the human tendency to use
"It's called being polite, Spock."
"But in this case, and as a medical professional, I would think you
would be more direct."
"All right then, do you, Mr. Spock, think that Misters Sulu and
Chekov are fornicating?"
"I do. Does it present a problem for you?"
"Not at all. I hope it works for them." And with that Leonard
headed for the showers with Spock in his wake.
The monthly poker game had proven quite profitable for Leonard, both
monetarily and for the sheer satisfaction of seeing Scotty's face
when Leonard laid a straight flush in front of the engineer's
straight. The feat of luck had left even Jim with an eat shit grin
on his face. As the big loser of the night, Scotty was left to clean
up the mess in the rec room, while Leonard, Jim, Sulu, and Uhura got
into the turbo lift to head in their respective directions. At the
next level, Jim and Uhura got off to go get something to eat and
Spock and Chekov entered. Two levels later, Sulu and Chekov exited
having not said a single word to one another.
When the lift resumed its course, Spock offered, "It appears to be
working for them."
"Yeah it does. It seems to be good for them too. Chekov seems more
focused, less flighty."
"And Mr. Sulu is no longer spending all his free time in the botany
As the lift reached Leonard's destination, he turned to look at the
side of Spock's face. Spock turned to meet his gaze. Leonard turned
back and made his way toward the open door. But before crossing the
threshold, he spoke softly. "I could never sleep with you. You're
too important." And with that the door closed. Leaving one Vulcan
with both eyebrows imbedded in his hairline.
"How long before those tests are done, Spock?" Leonard asked as he
added yet another slide to the growing pile on the lab table.
"Fifty-three point four minutes, Doctor."
"Okay. I'll finish this, and then I'm going to go get something to
eat. You hungry?"
"No, thank you, though." Spock continued to stare at the computer
screen before him. "It is my current career, but it is not who I am."
"Being First Officer."
"It would be an issue as I am in the command line, but I am not 'too
important.' It is my job."
"You like being the First Officer?"
"I find it satisfying, yes. But I find scientific inquiry even more
"Still, you're good at both. Besides, that wasn't what I meant."
He couldn't quite meet Spock's eye, but his voice was at least
strong. "I meant *you're* too important to me. I couldn't sleep
with you because every time I sleep with someone I screw it up." He
was met with silence, but surprisingly it was not an uncomfortable
Leonard wasn't sure if he hated diplomatic missions more than Jim
did, but he knew for certain as he rematerialized in the Enterprise's
transporter room that he would be glad to get back to his sick bay.
Jim, Spock, and he stepped off the platform and he immediately
loosened the collar of his dress tunic. "Well that's over. At least
the food was good."
"True, but the conversation was less than desirable," Jim
added. "Spock, I'll want your report on the satellite malfunction in
"Of course, Captain."
Kirk noted that his first officer had also loosened his
collar. "Looks like you're picking up Bones' bad habits, Spock," He
teased as he pointed at the collar.
"After all this time among humans, Jim," Leonard joined, "we're bound
to have contaminated him to a degree." He wasn't sure why exactly,
but he felt the need to apologize for that fact, so he did: "Sorry
about that, Spock. At least you haven't picked up any really bad
habits of mine."
Leonard waved over his shoulder to them as he left for Sickbay to
begin his shift.
"What was that all about?" Kirk asked.
"It has been a trying week for us all, Jim. And he did spend most of
the dinner with the Ambassador's in-laws. I would imagine that being
the perfect Southern gentleman and Starfleet officer can get tiring."
"Why Mr. Spock, did I just hear you compliment our good Doctor?"
"I am not aware of any reason why I should not."
Spock watched as Leonard made his way to the food dispenser, then to
the table with the new recruits. He watched as Leonard made 'small
talk' with each, eliciting a laugh from the young Andorian and smile
from the Betan. Leonard looked directly at him, nodded, and went to
sit at a vacant table with his coffee and data pad. Spock resumed
his eating in silent contemplation.
Both watched as Sulu and Chekov entered, got their food, and sat down
together. Spock rose from his seat, took his tray to the recycler,
and paused at the door. Without drawing attention to himself,
Leonard rose, got his cup refilled, and left with Spock.
They walked in unison the short distance to the Number One lab. They
completed the tasks with their usual efficiency and with unusual
silence. Spock was called to the Bridge, but before he left the lab
he reached across the space separating he and the doctor to touch
Leonard on the arm. "I could not sleep with you because you are not
Leonard looked at him and smiled slightly, "Neither is your mother,
Spock. How about you just own up to the fact that you're not
attracted to me. It's okay, really."
"Forgive me. I was not clear. My mother has had to make many
compromises, many sacrifices. I could not ask that of you."
"Wouldn't we each have to make compromises and sacrifices if we both
were Vulcan or both were Human? Isn't that the nature of all
Spock looked at Leonard fervently hoping that Leonard could sense
the attraction Spock could not verbalize. "I would not change who
you are. You are too important to me."