McCoy: "I imagine I’d react the same as if she showed up with anyone else. If that’s who she wants to be with, who am I to meddle? She’s old enough to choose for herself."
Spock: "A quite logical outlook."
McCoy: "Are you surprised? I’m not always completely unreasonable. … But, I do think I’d let her know what she’s getting into. Especially with those Vulcan ears."
Spock: "… What about them, Leonard?"
McCoy: "Sorry, Spock! That’s between Jo and me."
McCoy: “If by ‘together’ you mean ‘I had to deal with Spock while he was going through Pon Farr and accompany him to his home planet where he would have killed the captain if it weren’t for me’, then yes. We have gone through Pon Farr together.”
McCoy: “Honestly… I’d say both. While it’d be nice to say I’ve only ever brought out the best in Spock, I have to admit I have brought out the worst as well. Vice versa, I’d assume.”
Spock: “For example, Doctor…”
McCoy: “Yes, Spock?”
Spock: “In certain circumstances, I have been prone to act differently due to your influence.”
McCoy: “Now, is that supposed to be the best or the worst?”
Spock: “As you have said, it can be both. Sometimes these actions have benefited us or the crew, however other times there have been some negative consequences.”
McCoy: “Hmm. And sometimes you bring out the worst in me when I lose my temper over something you do or say. And other times you bring out the best when you help me to realize something important, admittedly through logic a decent amount of times.”
Spock: “It is good that you are willing to admit that, Doctor.”
McCoy: “Yeah, well… Like I said, you can bring out the best in me.”
Spock: “And, likewise, you can bring out the best in me.”
"Is love an illogical emotion to you, Spock?" McCoy crossed his arms as he stared at the other side of the table at the Vulcan. He, Spock, and Jim met for lunch, however Jim was pulled away last minute, leaving him alone with Spock. Though the mess hall was nearly empty, McCoy was still careful to mutter quietly about this matter. It might not have been personal for McCoy, but no doubt it would have been for Spock. Not that the Vulcan would care. "Well?"
The question had caught Spock off guard, causing him to momentarily pause in eating his salad. Setting his fork down, he raised an eyebrow and propped his elbows up on the table, interlacing his finger that then sat just in front of his chin. “Quite the unorthodox question, Doctor.” There was no hiding that the question had piqued Spock’s interest, and it even appeared that he was ready and willing to answer the questions, however, he stayed silent.
"That doesn’t answer the question." McCoy prodded, beginning to feel a distinct sense of nervousness. Why was he nervous? This didn’t have to do with him. He was simply curious, no matter what his slightly sweating palms suggested.
"Doctor, you are well aware that, as a Vulcan, I find all emotion to be illogical," Spock answered plainly before looking directly at McCoy, into his eyes, as if to prove some point or perhaps searching for an answer to some point. "However, may I ask the logic behind the question? That is, if you had a logical reason for asking.”
McCoy pulled a face and sputtered. “If I… Why wouldn’t I have a reason?”
"That doesn’t answer the question," Spock parroted, and McCoy could almost swear he could see some amusement in that stoic Vulcan expression.
He took in a breath before releasing it through his teeth. McCoy lowered his voice again, leaning forward though he knew Spock would be able to hear him regardless. “Well… To be honest… I wanted to know because…” His words trailed off and he found himself staring at Spock, almost sweating as he tried to force out the words. “Because…”
Spock leaned closer as well, almost unnoticeably, as if to comfort McCoy enough to coax out the answer, however illogical the action was. “Doctor?” he prompted softly.
"Because… Dammit, Spock…" McCoy groaned, curling his hands into nervous fists underneath the table. "Because I want to know if you could love me as much as I love you."
"Doctor…" Spock answered as softly as before as he laid his hand on the table for McCoy to take. "If that is your reason, then the logical question would be if I were capable of love, not if I find it illogical."
"Fine then," McCoy answered gruffly. "Are you capable of love?"
"Are you aware of the Vulcan equivalent of kissing?" Spock asked in return. "In humans, your lips are an intimate point for their sensitivity. In Vulcans, we have higher sensitivity in…"
"Your hands," McCoy surmised, his eyes widening slightly as he gently, carefully, placed a hand over top Spock’s. "So… Spock, you…"
"As illogical as love is, Doctor," Spock answered. "I find that the most logical approach in regards to it is to love someone just as illogical."
McCoy felt an argument about to burst out, but he caught himself and instead sighed and shook his head. “Well, I can tell that’s the closest to a confession I’ll get from you for the time being.”
"We should finish our lunch so that we may return to our posts as scheduled," Spock reminded."
McCoy nodded and pulled his hand away to continue eating. “At least this conversation was… Enlightening,” he decided. “May I see you in the evening after our shifts, Mr. Spock?”
Spock: “Due to the fact that I had, as T’Pring predicted, released her to Stonn after the kal-if-fee, she and I are no longer betrothed nor mentally linked.”
McCoy: “Well, that’s a relief. I’d hate to be in a relationship with you if you were technically still with someone else.”
Spock: “Understandable, Doctor, just as I would not be in a relationship with you had I married T’Pring as planned. As well, our current situation is much more… desirable.”
McCoy: ”Love you too, Spock.”
Spock: ”There is no change in physical appearance when the doctor attempts to speak Vulcan. Regardless, the attempt in itself is an admirable feat and quite noteworthy, especially if the primary reasons for doing so are to understand and communicate with myself better.”
McCoy: *Enters the room* “Ah, I was wondering if you had seen the question. Mind if I add my own commentary?”
Spock: ”By all means.”
McCoy: “I, um…” *Clears throat* “I know my pronunciation’s off but… Sanu-tobeg-tor n’nash-veh.”1
Spock: *Raises eyebrow* “Thrap-fam’es nufau.”2
McCoy: *Grins sheepishly* “I haven’t necessarily been fair to you, Spock. It wasn’t right of me to act that way.”
Spock: ”You were not at fault in the way you reacted. It was wrong of me to assume you were unfit to raise a fully Vulcan child, when I do not yet know your aptitude to do so.”
McCoy: ”Well,” *sighs* “I haven’t given you much evidence to the contrary, have I?”
Spock: *Holds up two fingers*
McCoy: *Half smiles and accepts the gesture* “Join me for dinner?”
McCoy: “You know what, I don’t know that myself. I assumed the bond was broken, but we never really discussed it. And Spock is… busy at the moment, so I’ll have to discuss this with him later. Besides, I think… Spock would tell me if he was still bonded to T’Pring. I mean, it’s a pretty important thing, especially since we’re involved.”
McCoy: “I’ll have more information on this later.”
McCoy: “Well, I’m not too sure we’d adopt a hybrid. It’d be kinda hard to find one to adopt, especially since they’re rare on their own.”
Spock: *quirks eyebrow* “Indeed, Doctor?”
McCoy: “Not like that, Spock. I meant… Unique. There’s certainly not another Vulcan like you, you hafta admit.”
Spock: “Certainly not, Doctor. Nor are there many humans like you. However, to address the question, I further do not think that we would adopt an alien child due to the challenges with different biology and inherent cultures.”
McCoy: “Why not a Vulcan child then…?”
Spock: “I… Do not believe you have the tenacity or patience to raise a full Vulcan child. A half-Vulcan such as myself would be easier for a human to raise.”
McCoy: *sputters indignantly* “Not the tenacity…?”
Spock: “Further more, we have no plans at present to adopt a child or animal after the five-year mission, and any plans we may make would require careful consideration.”
McCoy: “Maybe in the far future some time, of course. Or maybe we could just help take care of whatever kids Joanna may have. Now, Spock, about that tenacity comment…”
Spock: “Perhaps we should take this in private, Doctor.” *gets up and leaves*
McCoy: *grumbles and follows after him* “Damn right we’re taking this in private…”
McCoy: “Isn’t it delightful?”
Spock: “Doctor, are you not concerned with the presence of these floating ideographs of the human heart on board the ship?”
McCoy: “Don’t spoil the moment. Besides, it could be worse. They could be anatomically correct.”
(Sorry about the silence on this blog! The admins have started school or have been working, and thus have been super busy as of late! But fear not! For we have many posts coming up for you!)