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a sharp intake

Chapter 6

For McCoy, each morning was a morning to hold his breath, and hope. He knew each new day Spock was forced to grow, faster than biology would normally allow, was a new chance he might not wake. To be as optimistic as Jim was a gift. Life had never been lucky for McCoy and he had learnt from experience not to hope for much. He wasn’t a pessimist, he was a realist, and he had lost count of the men and women who had died in his arms, no matter how much he liked them. Jim, whilst experiencing the worst had somehow managed to come out of the universe as an optimist, a feeling of ‘if this hasn’t killed me yet, I can’t imagine it ever will’ but ones own fate with the universe, was always down to the singular individual. If he ever stopped to look and think logically, he’d see a trail of blood behind him. Not that he could have done anything to stop it, but that didn’t stop it being there.

He tried to hope in the morning, each day he would not hear from the nurse, and that was a good sign, yet his anxious belly would not let him rest until he had come eye to eye with the little vulcan. It was not to make a mockery of Spock, not fully, it was an attempt to stop the anxiety and swap it with hope or joy. To try and change each morning, McCoy would pick out a new slightly bigger outfit for Spock to wear the night before. Originally he had chosen garish bright colours but even the small vulcan would not have it, he complained it hurt his eyes. So he always chose black trainers and black jeans, but he really put thought into his jumpers. Ones with cats on, ones with ducks on, ones with emoji’s sticking out their tongues. Okay, it was a little to humiliate him, but it was mostly to help him manage his anxiety.

McCoy was humming happily as he walked into Spock’s room that day, where he was wearing a polka dot shirt.

“Good morning Spock.” McCoy said and a breeze ran past him.

“Good morning Doctor.” Spock said already out the room.

“Ah hold on a moment!” McCoy said turning round and grabbing ahold of the back of Spock’s collar where he’d just got past the doorway “and where do you think you’re going?”

Spock looked up with his big dark eyes “out.”

“What- no. No. We need to do your exams. You remember what I explained yesterday?”

“I am six I have no exams due.”

“GET In the Medical Bay.” McCoy said guiding Spock back in the door he had left.

“This is unnecessary.” Spock said.

“You know, you were politer when you didn’t talk. Would you please sit on this bed Spock, so I can check you are not dying. Do you remember my conversation from yesterday? Do you remember anything from when you were older?”

“I remember what you said yesterday, and I have all my memories up to the age of five, and I am informing you now that I am not dying.”

“But you’re not a doctor, are you? Let me check.” McCoy said, pulling out his medical scanner ready to scan him. With some reluctance Spock sighed jumping back on to the medical bay bed. McCoy looked up noting the scanners. After a while of frustrated tutting he spoke.

“Well you seem healthy.”

“Would you prefer if I were not?”

“You are six. Why have you got so much attitude?” McCoy asked shaking his head.

“Fuck off.”

“Jesus” McCoy said taken back, seeing a vulcan, let alone a very small one who was currently showing, no other emotion swearing, was a shock for his southern heart “stay here a moment, I need to speak to the Captain for a second.”

“You tattling?” Spock sneered.

“You are not in a good mood are you? Jesus, you’re hungry aren’t you? More like hangry. No I’m not tattling. You want some food?” McCoy asked. Spock glared.

“Do you?” McCoy asked again, and Spock finally averted his gaze.

“Yes.”

The doctors office was starting to pile with plates. Not too many, but enough, someone would come to clean it up eventually. McCoy having delivered the news paced back and forth near the bookcases as Kirk stood opposite the desk, his hands on his hips.

“Kidnapped?”

“Yes, but thats not the problem, shouldn’t be. He ain’t get hurt that much and it should be over in the blink of an eye for him, if he were a Notmarsian. The problem is I don’t know how he’s going to remember what happened to him. His medical file describes him as being stressed with minor injuries and minor malnutrition. I don’t know if remembering this is going to hit like some sort of ptsd flashback, or if he’ll barely blink an eye at it-”

“It’s weird. You expect to know these things about people. How long did the kidnappers have him?” Kirk asked. McCoy stopped pacing.

“Six weeks.”

“Jesus fucking christ - six fucking weeks? He keeps his scrapes for longer than an hour, and those don’t take six weeks to heal. I mean, he’s going to be scared, that ain’t right.”

“I don’t know how long that is for him now, he could be affected for twenty minutes or twenty hours. I don’t know what to do, and from the odd scrape he’s had, I haven’t been able to build up any sort of timeline for how quickly time passes for him.”

“I guess thats why he don’t scare easily.” Kirk said thoughtfully.

“Jim” Bones said “he’s a vulcan.”

“Don’t snap at me like that I don’t deserve it. Why’d he get kidnapped anyway?”

“Ransom money. He wasn’t deliberately mistreated but that sort of stress, is just real bad, especially when you don’t know whats going to happen to you.”

“He’s only six though? Maybe he’ll just thinks he was visiting his old aunt, and actually you don’t need to worry about him at all.”

“Umm.” McCoy said looking over to Spock’s area “I don’t think they could trick that kid. I mean, I’d say he’s probably ten, socially, by human standards.”

“Have you tried making a-”

“Jim, we can’t cure this…Not in time. When he gets passed this, I don’t want him to think he’s been kidnapped again, by us, he’s already annoyed at being locked in the med-bay. For his mental health I think we should let him out of the med-bay, walk around, he’ll come back here to sleep though, thats usually when he grows, so I’ll be baby sitting all tonight.”

“You want to let him out?”

“I don’t know. If I was turned into a baby, I wouldn’t want to be marched around the ship, shown to everyone so I can be embarrassed when I re-age again.”

“I think you’ve already made up you mind” Jim said.

“Just giving you an update… you know incase he starts freaking out. And I need permission.” McCoy nodded.

“He’s free” Jim shrugged.

“Uuuuuugh” McCoy moaned.

“You’re really stuck on this. I can’t tell you anything McCoy, I don’t know how to handle this.”

“What do I do if he remembers tonight? What if he starts crying, or stands still screaming for two hours?”

“Bones-”

“What if he-”

“Bones, I hate to steal your phrase but you’re going to have to cross that bridge when you get to it.”

“… or you can cross it for me.”

“No.”

McCoy stopped in his tracks as he took a deep breath “fine. Fine. So what do you want to do with him, I don’t want him going around talking with the whole crew. At least not yet, and I can see it could become a lot harder to keep him in that room if I tell him he’s not allowed out, and then he might, I don’t know try to escape. And he might get confused with being locked in a room, with being stuck in the medical bay. He’s already made one escape and was about to try it again. I’d rather that we know where he is, if he’s out.”

“Listen why don’t I show him the bridge. I’m sure he’d love that. He loves it as an adult right? Or Bones - Bones - he’ll find it fascinating.”

“Get out of my office Jim. This was a serious conversation.”

“I think you just sat there and vented at me, since I did not partake-”

“Out.”

Kirk and McCoy walked out his office to find Spock in a stand off with Miss Chapel, outside his private medical quarters.

“That doesn’t sound very logical to me Mr Spock” Miss Chapel said.

“Your lack of understanding of logic is of no consequence to me, excuse me please.” Spock said, closing his hand into a fist, and looking ready to fight.

“Spock, I thought you said you were going to stay in the medical quarters.” McCoy said.

“I said no such thing.” Spock said. McCoy opened his mouth and then closed it. He looked up to the eyes of Kirk.

“Well, he’s yours now. I have research to do.”

“Theres no need to be grumpy” Kirk said and crouched down so he was the same height as Spock “Spock would you like to see the bridge?”

Spock eye him curiously “your attempt to replicate my height is unneeded as I can hear you talking even when you are standing.” Kirk sighed and stood up.

“Spock would you like to see the bridge of a starship?”

Spock thought for a moment, his face squishing in thought “ok.”

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [chapter 9] [Chapter 10]

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