The Night After
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*after the episode "All Our Yesterdays"*
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That night, for obvious reasons, Bones found it hard to sleep. Only 3 earth hours left to the beginning of the alpha shift. Bones had already taken a dose of melatonin and it's not working. He refused to fight the thoughts, and was thinking about that another extreme stressful day three of them have had. He embraced the physical and mental pain, something he's actually very good at.
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Comm chimed, breaking the monotonous humming of the ship's environmental sound.
"Doctor, please accept my apologies for contacting you at this hour. I assume that you were asleep...and this not an emergency...I just.."
Bones noticed the prominent hesitation in Spock's voice. He almost never hesitates. What's got into him again?
"What is it Spock? You feeling unwell?"
"May I come your cabin, Doctor? I need to say something to you and it shouldn't take long"
Bones smiles. "Literally anytime you wish, Spock, you poi.."
He stopped and closed his eyes.
"Yes, of course!".
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Bones sat up on his bed and commanded the room computer to put on a light. His room is next to Spock's. It took around 45 seconds till Spock came in.
"What is it Spock"
Spock came closer to Bones's bed. Took a small pause before standing straight with his arms behind.
"Doctor, I came here to formally apologise to you for my behaviours in the cave yesterday."
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Bones let out a sigh of relief. He was genuinely concerned of it's a healthy emergency; Spock's assurance usually means nothing when his own health is concerned.
"You were clearly affected Spock! You weren't yourself"- Bones smiled.
"You were severaly unwell" Spock continued "I used extreme physical force TWICE, especially when, in reality, you were helping me..."
Bones definitely hadn't needed this apology, but he realised Spock needed to let it out. He didn't interrupt.
"... Although my psyche went back in time, which apparently I had no control over, I should have known best to adapt to the situation. I am ashamed that I failed to do that, and I thank you for taking the responsibility."
"Thank you, Spock. But then you should also recall that it is probably because of you I am alive right now..."
Spock maintained eye contact in silence.
"...see, Spock...it is not news to both of us that these strange new worlds always do strange new things to our minds. That's the part of it. I was never eager to join this mission and now I'm in it for this long..my life is here!.."
Bones stopped for a moment and stood up from his bed. He walked to Spock and stood face to face.
"Plus I do think I deserved a slap back there!" He laughed. "I always call you names. Never realised it could've affected you that much. This human characteristic is very, you know, common among friends. I forget the fact that you do not realise how close and unhinged I feel around Jim and you."
"You always are unhinged around everybody, doctor" Spock let out a microscopic smile.
Bones laughed finally. "Go to your bed, you..." Again he closed his mouth. He'd need to practice for god's sake!
"..pointy-eared Vulcan?... probably I do not like it because that's actually incorrect."
Bones went back to his bed tiredly. "How come?"
"Firstly, to my great sorrow, I am only a half-vulcan; secondly and most importantly, my ears have prominent curvatures here, it's not technically a 'point'."
Bones yelled "Dammit Spock! Just go to you cabin and let me die in peace for...what...2 and a half hours!"
"Good night, doctor.' Spock let out another microscopic smile and left the cabin.
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Both of them slept like babies afterwards.
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Imagine this. You're Spock. You've tried not to get yourself emotionally involved with your crewmates. It's not going very well. Your doctor goes and contracts a terminal illness and doesn't tell you (but luckily your captain can't go three seconds without breaking Space HIPAA or whatever exists in the future) and then tries to run away and die on an asteroid. You take out the Instrument of Obedience, privately thinking that it would be nice to have some control over this maniac you somehow care about's actions. You spend Surak knows how much time downloading and translating an entire civilization's medical library to cure him. No problem. It was just an incurable disease. You didn't need to sleep this month.
Two episodes later, another alien civilization tries to check said doctor out like he's a library book and then writes "withdrawn" on his forehead and pretends they don't have to give him back. He tells you to leave to save yourself; he'll stay. Did you mention you decoded an entire medical archive like two weeks ago for---fine. You go through unspeakable emotional violations to put him back into circulation on the Enterprise. It's cool. You didn't need your dignity anyway.
Two episodes after that, your illogical, self-sacrificial doctor mutinies and sedates you--the ranking officer in charge--undoing the fact that, again, how many hours did you spend? Curing an incurable illness because you couldn't let him die? Singing like an idiot in front of a bunch of snickering Platonians with laurel leaves on your head and no pants to speak of?--so he can get himself tortured to death on your behalf. You convince an empath to save him. He pushes her away because he "can't destroy life." Your captain is crying. The shiny force field shows everyone that you're having very non-shiny emotions. Do Vulcans even believe in hell
You think you've finally reached some sort of sacrificial detente. It's been a while. Neither of you have died on the other's behalf. You've both had to save your captain a few times, but that's normal. All in a day's work. Then said captain wants all three of you to check out a mysteriously abandoned library of time periods. You should have figured you would wind up in some sort of frozen wasteland with your doctor and no perceivable way to return what you'd borrowed. Well. At least there's the two of you so that you can keep an eye on--
He falls down in the snow. His hands are blue. "Go on without me," he says, dramatically. "Alone, you have a chance."
yeah I'd strangle that fucker against a cave wall too
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