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Spock did not understand why his presence was requested in sickbay. Upon their return from Vulcan, he had informed Dr. McCoy that the plak-tow had ceased after the captainās ādeathā. Such an emotionally driven outburst of violence would of course bring the fever to an end, however, he was still being summoned for testing which would show nothing unusual. It seemed a tremendous waste of time.
The events on Vulcan had been regrettable. Spock had dedicated more time reviewing the events of the Koon-ut-kal-if-fee than he had anticipated, although it didnāt benefit him, per se. He understood that TāPring had been acting out of self-interest. In a way, her actions were perfectly logical. She determined the outcome that would benefit both her and Stonn and carried it out in a way that would be successful any way it was carried out. Her actions, however, were definitely radical. The traditions of Vulcan were not as strong with their generation as it was for their parents. There were some who found a more liberal definition of ālogicā to follow. He found he couldnāt blame TāPring for desiring to marry another. However, her blatant disrespect for the lives of the people involved was appalling. He did not remember TāPring well from childhood, but his view of her was tainted now. She chose to be untruthful and put her happiness above the safety of others. It was unacceptable.Ā
It was regrettable that he had involved his friends. Their invitation had come from a need for emotional security, something that he now regretted showing. An explanation could be found for inviting Jim. To have oneās captain present during such significant circumstances could be considered a usual thing. To invite the doctor, however, denoted a particular fondness for him. It had been a moment of weakness that he was still unable to identify. He had meditated - ruminated on his reasoning for doing such a thing - to no avail. Any viable conclusion he had come to could not be. His feelings on the matter remained undetermined and, frankly, out of hand.Ā
The meeting had been set for late in Alpha shift. As Spock left the turbo-lift and made his way down the hall, he passed Nurse Chapel who gave him a sympathetic smile which he did not return. āNurse,ā he greeted in a flat tone without a glance in her direction. Strange that she would be leaving sickbay so early when she should be on duty.Ā
As the doors to sickbay slid open, Spock immediately noted that Ms. Chapel was not the only officer relieved of duty ahead of the appointed time. In fact, sickbay was empty, or so it appeared at first glance. After he stepped further in, Spock heard a rustling in the next room over. Dr. McCoy must have been in his office. It was rare to enter to such silence. There was no beeping of a biobed monitor, no absent chatter of two crewmen. There was nothing excepting his own footfalls.Ā
Dr. McCoy was examining something. Work, he expected. Spock noticed his concentration was on something settled on the screen in front of him when he entered. āReporting as ordered, Doctor,ā Spock said. There was no hiding his displeasure for having been summoned to a mostly empty sickbay during what would be his usual shift.
There was something McCoy enjoyed about Spock following his orders. It wasnāt too often McCoy got to give them to the first officer; not only because of rank, but because Spock so rarely had any health concerns. When he did, it was usually severe enough that there werenāt any orders involved. Besides which, McCoy wasnāt really the type to order people around, at least not *officially*. He didnāt have a lot of interest in the chain of commandā¦ but he was pretty sure Spock did.
That he looked annoyed about it certainly didnāt *dampen* McCoyās enjoyment.
He put the tapes away and got to his feet. āMister Spock, if I didnāt know better, Iād diagnose you with a bad case of chip-on-the-shoulder-itis.ā He grinned, even though he didnāt really expect Spock to appreciate his bedside manner, if their entire history was any indication.Ā
Maybe McCoy was trying a little too hard to talk to Spock like everything was normal anyway. McCoy couldnāt entirely understand what Spock had just been through, but he knew the man well enough that he didnāt think it couldāve been easy. Heād had emotional outbursts in front of his crew. Heād been rejected at the altar, as it were. Heād thought he killed Jim.
Not many people would know it, but McCoy knew a thing or two about being a private person. That fear of having all your skeletons dragged out of the closet was a real one, and there was nothing easy about having some secret exposed to the people you got your new start with.
āJust go on and hop up on one of those biobeds,ā he said, gesturing. āI want to get a full diagnostic, and then I want to ask you some questions, if thatās all right with you. And if itās not, I donāt want to hear about it anyhow.ā
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