6. Bread6. Bread
Kevin Reilly poked at his dinner and slumped in his chair. The room was reverberating with the noises of dozens of different conversations but the young lieutenant had grabbed a corner table and remained alone. As he went to lift his glass he paused and watched the tremor in his hand before lowering it and grasping it in his other hand, trying to still it. Perhaps he should just skip dinner.
Starting at the nickname he hadn’t heard in years he looked up at his captain who was standing over him, tray in hand. “Do you mind?”
Kevin hesitated; he didn’t much want to sit with anyone but of all the people on board the Enterprise Jim Kirk was the one he thought he might be able to tolerate.
The captain was watching him closely and sighed, sitting next to him. “Kev. Is this all you’ve eaten today?”
The younger man looked down at his barely touched soup and nodded. “I know I’m being irrational, but I just
5. Clip5. Clip
Uhura hated missions like this. Perhaps it went without saying that any mission where they brought back someone wounded or dead was a horrible mission. But these types, where the injured party was one of the bridge crew was like a knife to the chest. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for the other people she worked with, but the men who sat on that bridge and went through so much together; they were her family.
So Uhura ran down the hall, her heart pounding. Skidding to a halt just outside of the med bay, she composed herself and opened the door. The room was full of muffled talk as she slipped in and she smiled over at where McCoy was bandaging her captain’s arm as a slightly worried looking Vulcan hovered. Everything looked in order there. She sat down at one of the nearby beds and smiled sadly at the form sprawled out under the covers. Sulu looked up at her with a weak grin.
“Hey, don’t tell me you’re going to spend your day off in thi
4. Salt4. Salt
McCoy jumped slightly as Jim grabbed his shoulders, and jerked his eyes from the corpse on the floor. The doctor felt like he was swimming through a thick fog and his friend’s voice sounded muffled. The events of the last few minutes were blurry and he—
“Jim!” Bones wrenched himself from his stupor and looked his friend over with concerned eyes. “We need to get you down to the med bay…”
“Bones, I’m fine. I think you need to sit down. Come on.”
Leading the shaken doctor to a chair, Jim shot his first officer a look and the Vulcan nodded in confirmation. A team would be there shortly to clean up and they could focus on their friend. Jim watched McCoy’s face carefully. “How do you feel?”
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t--”
Spock spoke up from his position nearby. “You have never ended a life before today. This must be difficult.”
3. Sand3. Sand
“But of course, out of the miles and miles and miles of sand you managed to find the only deadly bit!”
McCoy gritted his teeth as he watched Jim sprawl on the ground, laughing breathlessly and covered in the blasted white grains. Spock of course was just standing there staring at the place where moments before their captain had disappeared with his ‘fascinating’ face. The good doctor couldn’t help but feel their responses weren’t exactly normal for a potentially deadly situation. At least that poor shell-shocked ensign was horrified. Poor, poor kid…
“Are…are you alright sir?”
Jim stood up, brushing of his uniform. “I’ve been through worse. It’d take more than some quick-sand to take me out; right Bones?”
McCoy gave a little groan and pointed over Jim’s shoulder. “Back. On. The. Path. NOW.”
2. Treat2. Treat
Spock had worked with humans long enough to know when they were getting close to the breaking point. They'd docked in the closest Starbase shortly after the Commander Mitchell incident and one by one, the command crew was being called in to speak to their superiors. Spock could understand their hesitance, as the admiralty seemed to be very upset and ready to take it out on the crew. He had not anticipated, however, that this would be another chance to further his understanding of a certain human.
Doctor McCoy was the first to be called into a meeting; as the Chief Medical Officer he was required to give a detailed description of Mitchell's condition. It was during the evening meal, which Spock had started to eat in the mess at his commanding officer's request, that the country doctor had returned. His face had been drawn and as the Captain leapt up to greet him he snapped with even more acid than usual. Kirk had shrunk in on himself a little and moved back to sit with h
1. Dance1. Dance
Spock entered the sickbay to the sound of laughter. He quickly categorized the two different strains as the brass, measured Doctor McCoy and the light and musical Lieutenant Uhura. And if he was correct, those protesting yelps and protestations were the Captain.
He entered the large room and found he was correct. There was McCoy, lounging in a chair and chuckling somewhat maliciously. It took the Vulcan a moment to register the soft music being played. Then another to notice his commanding officer and Lt. Uhura. The pretty woman was attempting to aid her Captain as they danced about the room. Emphasis on attempting.
"Come on Jim! You can to better than that!" The doctor seemed to be taking a sick pleasure from watching his young friend flounder.
Although Spock had only known him for the three months he'd been ship doctor, it was the commander's observation that while he and Kirk claimed to be old friends, McCoy was oddly harsh towards him. Kirk had called him a 'crotche