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Oh great, McCoy thought, Time to give the hobgoblin his physical. That's always an easy task.
"Alright, Spock. Time for your annual physical," he said, "Thank God it's the final one," he muttered.
"Doctor, I do not require--"
"I don't want to hear it," he said, arms raised, "It's a--"
"No," he said firmly, shooting his eyes at Kirk for an unknown reason.
McCoy looked desperately at his friend. "Jim?"
"Mr. Spock, it is required--"
"Since I am a Vulcan, I do not--"
"Don't play the Vulcan card with me."
"Captain, I--"
"That's an order," he said almost savagely. "Look," he muttered, "Just do it for me, okay? I need to know that you're okay."
The words caused a bitter-sweet warmth to sweep across Spock, although there was no evidence of this on his face. "If you insist," he almost sighed.
The doors of sickbay swished open, allowing the trio to enter. An awkward silence passed as all eyes were laid on Kirk.
"Jim," McCoy started tentatively, "Maybe you should..."
"Oh! Right. Um. See you later, Bones. Mr. Spock."
When Kirk left, McCoy turned to Spock. "Alright, let's get started."
Spock pushed McCoy's hand away. "My blood type is T negative. It is copper-based and, as you often enjoy to point out, is green."
McCoy rolled his eyes exasperatedly and said, "That's great, Spock. Now if you'd cut the facts and let me do my job, that would be--"
"Doctor, I really must ask why it is that you are--"
"To check for diseases, Spock. To check your readings, make sure you're in tip-top shape." McCoy stopped, giving Spock a scrutinizing look. "You knew that, Spock. That was perfectly illogical question."
Spock raised a brow. "I find it strange that you are lecturing me on logic, Doctor."
"Spock, you damn half-breed! Just let me--" McCoy calmed himself, deciding to employ a different tactic, "The captain would be most unhappy to hear about this" he threatened maliciously.
"Those are the captain's orders," Spock resigned.
McCoy scanned him and almost fell back in shock. "Well I'll be," he said in disbelief, gawking at Spock, "Congratulations. Who's the father?"
Spock raised an innocent brow, prompting McCoy to say, "Don't bullshit me. You're pregnant. Whose is it?"
"Doctor, I did not know you to be one to enjoy gossip."
"Everyone enjoys gossip," he said with a dismissive hand, "Whose is it?"
"Since I have not informed the father, his identity shall remain concealed."
Realization dawned on McCoy's face. "It's Jim, isn't it?"
"That is absurd--"
"Don't bullshit me, it is--"
"May I leave now?"
McCoy smiled. "I guess the physical examination can wait, due to your insecure condition. Good thing Jim's here to--"
Spock shot McCoy an almost pained look, humbling him. "I'm sorry," he muttered.
Spock got up, straightened his uniform, and exited sickbay.
McCoy mused in painful silence, remembering Kirk's hit and quit reputation. He felt a pang of remorse about his teasing, realizing how hard this must be on Spock. But maybe it'll be different this time, he hoped, Maybe. If Jim hurts him...McCoy couldn't even finish the thought.
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Kirk marched up to Spock with an almost firey indignance.
"Spock, you've been avoiding me."
"Would you not do the same to me?" Spock replied coldly.
"W-what?"
"Jim, we both know what we did was a mistake."
Kirk looked utterly hurt. "But Spock, don't you--"
"No."
Kirk was devastated and, biting his lip, twirled on his heels and left.
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"Jim, how the hell did you--"
"Captain's override," he slurred triumphantly, stumbling into McCoy's quarters.
"Jim--"
"Bones," Kirk cut in restlessly.
"So Spock told you, huh?"
Kirk's eyes flashed to McCoy's, "That he didn't love me? Yeah, he made that pretty fuckin' clear."
"What?" McCoy asked, flummoxed.
"Yeah, you may 's well know. We hooked up and, and I thought..." he shook his head violently.
"Jim, sit down," McCoy said gently.
"But I don't...I don't..." he said with heavy eyes as the room began to spin around him.
"Sit down," McCoy demanded, pushing Kirk onto a chair.
"But I don't..." the room twirled into darkness as Kirk's head dropped forward.
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Kirk woke up sore and with a bad hangover. Fuck, he thought, I need an...his thoughts were stopped and answered as he saw a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water in front of him. He's good, he marveled as he took a pill out of the bottle and swallowed.
"Well, I see that you're up," McCoy noted, surprising Kirk with his sudden appearance.
"Yep, and now I'm back to the bridge," Kirk said as he got up as quickly as his hangover allowed.
"Not so fast," McCoy corrected, pushing Kirk back down, "You're off-duty for today."
The foul look McCoy got in response made him all the more chipper, and he added, "Conveniently, so am I."
Kirk groaned and McCoy flopped next to him, smile still alight with friendly sadism. "So," he said, "Let's talk about it."
"Haven't I humiliated myself enough?" Kirk griped.
"No. Not until you've told me."
Kirk sighed. "Spock and I..."
"Had sex," McCoy filled in casually.
"How did you--"
"Never mind that. Go on."
Kirk was suspicious, but continued. "And now he won't talk to me."
"Maybe it's a defense mechanism because he's afraid you won't talk to him."
"That's absurd," Jim said, appalled at such an accusation.
"You don't exactly have the best track record, Jim."
Firey anger boiled in Kirk as he glared up at McCoy. "Why are you defending him? Is he sleeping with you now? That Vulcan slut!"
"Jim. Nothing's going on between me and Spock."
"I don't believe that, I don't believe--"
"Spock's pregnant, Jim."
Kirk was so shocked that he almost laughed. "He...what?"
"Yep," McCoy sighed. He was supposed to tell you himself, but you know how Vulcans are. Particularly this one."
"Is that even possible?"
"Apparently. I talked to M'Benga and he explained that both Vulcan males and females are capable of getting pregnant, although it's less common in males. Apparently the males can get pregnant when they are...penetrated in a certain area."
The two friends shuddered at the use of 'penetrated,' but moved on.
"Well jeez, if I knew that..." Kirk ran a hand through his hair. "And he thought I'd run," he said incredulously.
"Well..." McCoy hinted.
"It's different with him!" Kirk blurted out, "And now he's--"
"Give it time," McCoy reassured, "Talk to him. It will be easier now that you know."
"I guess," Kirk sighed. "Bones?"
"Yeah?"
"Where do I even start?"
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