Title: Fog
Author: Artemis (ArtemisOK@aol.com)
Series: TOS
Codes: S/Mc
Rating: [G]
Parts: 1/1
Summary: Most accidents happen within five miles of home.
Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.
Feedback: Will write for feedback
Beta: No beta I ran out of time. All mistakes are my own.
Author's Note: Written for Spiced Peaches XXXI
Archiving: Artemys Aquiver and The Spock/McCoyote’s Den

FOG

Saturday morning, a dense, dank fog blanketed San Francisco. Visibility was extremely poor. The damp permeated everything, the air, the trees, sidewalks and grounding flying cars. So it was that Captain Spock and his spouse, Commander McCoy, decided it was safest to walk to the subway station and take the tube to the Academy’s gym. After all, professors must set a good example for the cadets.

They carefully made their way down steep, twisty, old Lombard Street relying on the Vulcan’s superior senses to keep them clear of planters and other pedestrians.

“Are you sure, you’re warm enough, Shug?” Leonard asked for the third time.

Spock squeezed the human’s hand. “I’ve got my love to keep me warm.” He reassured Len. “I wonder if we will encounter Saavikam or if she is at the range?:

Len smiled; “When I was her age, I’d still be a…..” A hover scooter bore down on them. A gray shadow in the fog moving so fast, they barely had time to jump out of the way as it sped past. Spock and Leonard twirled, glaring in its wake. “What the hell!” There outta be a law.”

“There are laws, beloved. However, due to the present atmospheric conditions, the cameras are less than affective.” That was when the second hover scooter came rushing down the slick sidewalk. They stepped back out of the way, not realizing that they had gotten turned around. Spock’s long stride took him off the curb. One foot on the sidewalk and one in mid-air. He strove to regain his balance and in doing so stepped on leaf litter. His foot flew out from under him. He flailed his arms and landed on his back in the street. His head impacted the perma-crete with a sickening thud. The stoic Vulcan let out a groan.

In a instant, Doctor McCoy was kneeling beside him. “Don’t move, you pavement pixie. How bad are you hurt? Of all the blasted times not to have a medical tri-corder on me!”

Spock reached up and took Leonard’s hand silencing his mate. “As you would put it I had the wind knocked out of me. Also, I fear there is damage to my cranium and the under laying sub dermal layer.

Additionally, my left buttock is bruised due to landing on my personal comm.”

McCoy chucked. “I reckon I didn’t need my tri-corder after all. I got you, you talking computer. I’ll just get my comm out and call for a medic.”

Headlights swept them and a horn blared. A ground car passed within three feet of them.

“Aw, hell, Spock. We’re sitting ducks out here, but you can’t be moved. We can’t rule out spine or neck damage.”

“The beacon.” Spock said; “Use the beacon.” He shivered the cold of ‘crete was seeping into his body.

“The what? Sugar, this ain’t no away mission, I don’t have any fancy gear.”

“Your personal comm has an emergency beacon application. You do recall T’Amanda explaining this to you when she gave you the new comm for your birthday.”

“Of course, bless her heart.” Len took a deep breath and blew it out. He pressed the button that looked like a light house and a holographic light house appeared over them. It was about three feet tall and emitted rotating yellow lights and a deep fog horn. Spock winced when ever the fog horn blared. “I can’t talk on the phone with all that ruckus.” McCoy complained.

A white-gloved hand appeared over his shoulder. “Here, mister. Double tap the light house and then tap the horn.”

McCoy did that. He turned to say thanks and saw it was the two scooter riders. He glowered and was ready to give them a Star Fleet issue dressing down, when Spock squeezed his hand.

The white rider said; “We’re sorry. We just didn’t see you until it was too late. There was, like, no traction on that smegging sidewalk.”

The blue rider added. “We swung around when we realized what happened. Uh, how about we turn on the emergency flashers on our bikes and kinda make a barricade to keep the cars away until help arrives.”

From his position on the ground, Captain Spock said “That is an admirable idea.”

The white rider saw how cold Spock was and took off her jacket. She was a young lady about eighteen, with close cropped blond hair. She knelt down. “Oh Smeg! You’re Captain Spock!!” She carefully laid her size two jacket across his chest. “That’s not really helping, is it?”

“I am warmer than before its application. Perhaps you should tend to your hover scooter?”

“Oh, right!” She jumped up. Taking her cue from Blue, she stood her bike about six feet out and turned on the head light and the flashers.

McCoy finished his call for help. “An ambulance will be here as soon as they can, but damn fog is slowing everything down.” He took off his coat and added it to White’s jacket.

Blue was a young man with shoulder length brown hair curling in the humidity. He closed his comm with a snap. McCoy looked up at the sound. “Don’t worry, sirs. I didn’t call the newies. I, um, I called my dad. He can speed up that ambulance.”

“Is he in Star Fleet?” Leonard asked.

“No, sir. He’s an ambulance driver. The only kinda of people who ought to be out driving in the weather.” Blue shook a fist at a passing motorist.

While they waited the world seemed to shrink down into a patch of lit fog; the two standing sentinels and the two grounded star men.

McCoy reached for Spock’s hand, but the Vulcan pulled it way. “Why did you do that, hon?”

Spock whispered. “My head hurts and I do not wish for you to share the pain, Lenka.”

“I wish it.” Len covered Spock’s icy hands with his and the pain flooded in. //I’m here// He closed his eyes and gathered himself. //I’ve been hurt worse. I’ve been struck down by a computer god and beat up by gladiators. // He tried to reassure his husband. He didn’t mention through the link that he could sense Spock’s embarrassment from falling off a curb, the annoyance of the comm digging in to the Vulcan’s backside or just how much Spock hated that beacon. //You know, K’ka. We’ve been colder than this. ‘Member being stuck in a ice age with nothing but our class B’s to keep us warm? //

//That is not helpful, Lenka. Think warm thoughts. //

//Risa -- on the Ganymede. Hot summer days laying on the deck //

// Warm summer nights in that amusing hammock.//

// Running along the black beach//

//That was Hawaii, Lenka//

//So it was, so it was, Sugar. I stepped on a piece of volcanic glass and you carried all the way back to the life guard station. I would carry you to the hospital iffin I could. //

// I know beloved, I know. Sing to me -- sing Soft Tribble. //

// Soft Tribble is only for when you’re sick…. //

Spock raised his eyebrow. //Really, doctor?// He shivered.

Squatting there on the wet street, Doctor McCoy sang hoarsely: “Soft tribble, warm tribble, little ball of fur. Happy tribble, sleepy tribble. Purr, purr, purr.”

He felt Spock’s mental smile. He sang it again, barely aware that Blue and White had joined in sing in the round.

A few minutes later the ambulance arrived. Len snapped into doctor mode as he hovered and grumbled while the EMTs immobilized Spock and loaded him onto the gurney and into the ambulance.

The driver spoke softly to Blue and his girl friend and patted the boy on the shoulder before they drove off.

The sun broke though the fog. A golden ray touched the ambulance as it soared away.

FIN