Title: Doctor's Log 16 
Author: Istannor  
Series: TOS 
Part: 1/1 
Rating: [PG] 
Codes: Language 
Summary:  Spock really makes Bones mad after Cerate.

Disclaimer: These are the characters of Paramount and
Viacom, they own them I only check 'em out from the library.
I promise to bring 'em back.

Doctors Log 16



I tried to talk to Spock.  He is being a pigheaded, blind,
argumentative, anal retentive pain in the behind.  I wish I was
strong enough to shake the shit out of him.  His ass is so tight
he probably has stuff from age 5 still backed  up in him.
Damn.  I ordered him to dictate his reactions to the events on
Cerate.  I checked to see if he had and when I saw him
talking away I went to see Jim again.  Boy, Jim was as mad
is I've ever seen him a few days ago.  Today, when I checked
on him, he seems to have let it all go.  It is truly a case of night
and day.  I do not understand that man.

I talked to Uhura and she said Spock was inappropriate.  He
should've agreed when the Captain made his decision.  I
asked her what that meant about her and the rest of the
landing party's decision to stay over Jim's objections.  She
said the Cerate guide said he was going to stay with Jim, not
them, so they had an excuse  Kirk had to recognize. They
had no one to lead them out except Gthswesk and he refused
to lead out anyone who abandoned Kirk.  I asked her if she
would've left if Gthswesk had said he would guide them out
without Jim?  Oh boy, I would eat dirt off the smile she gave
me and liked the taste.  "No, dear Leonard," she said.  "But
fortunately for us, the issue never came up."  I love a smart
woman.

The strangest thing happened two days ago.  I had to lift
Spock while he was still in his trance.  I needed to check the
lacerations he had on his back.  Shit, he's heavy.  I got to
thinking, then I weighed him.  He weighs 90 kilos. Jim weighs
69 kilos.  There's no way in hell Jim is supposed to be able to
carry someone that heavy for that length of time.  Does this
have something to do with what Sam called himself and Jim?
I couldn't find the term anywhere in  the data banks and I don't
know how to ask Jim without breaking the trust with Sam.
Shit, it  gets deeper and deeper.

Now, I'm waiting for Jim and Spock to have their
confrontation.  Something tells me the phaser blasts will only
be on stun now, not on kill.

Jim is planning a memorial service for the two crewman for
tomorrow.  I saw the letters he wrote and they are beautiful.  I
keep thinking he can't know all of his crew, but he does.  By
the second week they're on board he has met individually
with each new soul.  They are real people to him, not just
tools, like I've felt on other ships.  The crew knows that and
it's why they will follow him into purgatory if he chooses to
lead the way.

I have no real idea what Spock's reason was for being
insubordinate, but I am beginning to suspect the pointy-
eared turkey has begun to sense the general direction of his
heart.  Just a sniff, mind you, but he's on the trail and one day
he may find out he has found his way to the land of Oz.
Tinman, that's what I'll call him.  No, that doesn't work,
because Jim sure as shit ain't Dorothy and I damn sure am
not Toto.

Let me go check on Spock.  He needs another kick in the
ass, and my aim is perfect.

Pause Log

Oh gosh, this is rich. I can't tell anyone else this, but I have to
dictate this into my log.  When I got to sick bay, Spock was
still being difficult.  So I decided to have a little fun with him.  I
knew Jim was planning on coming to see him in the sick bay
and I thought it was time for Spock to get some of his own
medicine back. When I walked in there he was working on
the computer, per usual.  "Spock."  I could see him fight down
a flinch.  "I thought I'd find you at the computer."

"I am the Science Officer, Doctor.  Where else would you
expect to find me?" Spock turned to watch me walk towards
him.  I sat down next to the Com and tried to be social, really I
did.

"Damn, I'm tired."

"Then perhaps your time would be better spent resting in your
cabin, Doctor."

"Nope, it will not be that easy to get rid of me, Spock.  We
need to talk."

"About what?"

"Your upcoming fight with Jim."  I could hardly keep from
smirking. Damn, I'm bad.

"What makes you think a fight will occur?" I had his full and
undivided attention.

"He is really mad at you, Spock.  You made him knock you
out to save your narrow ass.  You questioned his command
decisions.  Most importantly, you tried to kill yourself right
after he found out he's going to lose his brother."

I got him with that one.  Spock bowed his head and spoke
from his chest.  "You believe he deduced Sam's news?"

"Heck yes.  Just think back on the last two days.  Jim looked
like hell for both of those days, and he didn't go get laid
anymore.  He figured it out; I just don't know how. And another
thing, Spock, have you found out what the Fruit of Humanity
means?"

"Negative. It is not included in any data banks I have access
to as a formal phrase other than in twentieth century
literature."

"Shit.  We need to know; you realize that, don't you?  Why
didn't Sam tell us right out what it means?"

"Perhaps we are not meant to know until we earn Jim's trust.
Perhaps he is the only one who can tell us."

"You may have something there.  You're pretty smart for an
insubordinate idiot." He didn't even put up a fight, just blinked
at me like some damn owl.

"I was mistaken in my approach to the incident."

"Do you want some advice?"  He actually agreed.  I couldn't
help myself, it was too good an opening to miss.  "He needs
you to back him up, Spock.  You compromised his command
persona.  Grovel."

"I beg your pardon."

"Tell him you were wrong and it will never happen again. Put
yourself at his mercy; kiss ass; grovel."

"Are you serious, Dr. McCoy?"

"As serious as I can be.  Jim never kicks anyone when they
are down.  Grovel and get on with your life."

The Vulcan leaned forward and pursed his lips.  "You may
actually be correct, as hard as that is for me to believe."

"Thanks a hell of a lot."  That last insult made me feel really
justified in what I was doing.

"You are welcome, Doctor.  It is not a frequent occurrence."

"Fuck off, Spock."

"Fuck off of what, Doctor? I thought you had enough of that on
Antares."

The damn imp. How long do you think he will mess with me
about a little mistake like taking the wrong person to a hotel?
I told him, "Never mind," and got up to leave.

"I usually do not."

That was the last straw.  "I have no idea why I bother," I said.

"Yes you do, Leonard.  You do it for him, as do we all."

I hate it when he is right.  "Goodbye, Tinman," I said.

Dammit if the boy didn't answer, "Very well, Toto."  I left after
that. I can't wait to see his rigid ass unbend enough to ask
forgiveness from someone who is already not mad at him
anymore. He needs the practice, damn Tinman. I am doing
this for his own good.

END LOG 2

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