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1. Dance

Spock entered the sickbay to the sound of laughter. He quickly categorized the two different strains as the brass, measured Doctor McCoy and the light and musical Lieutenant Uhura. And if he was correct, those protesting yelps and protestations were the Captain.

He entered the large room and found he was correct. There was McCoy, lounging in a chair and chuckling somewhat maliciously. It took the Vulcan a moment to register the soft music being played. Then another to notice his commanding officer and Lt. Uhura. The pretty woman was attempting to aid her Captain as they danced about the room. Emphasis on attempting.

"Come on Jim! You can to better than that!" The doctor seemed to be taking a sick pleasure from watching his young friend flounder.

Although Spock had only known him for the three months he'd been ship doctor, it was the commander's observation that while he and Kirk claimed to be old friends, McCoy was oddly harsh towards him. Kirk had called him a 'crotchety old soul' and laughed when Spock had broached the subject so the Vulcan wrote it off as human illogicality.

Kirk's face was flushed as he stumbled through the motions. "Bones-" (The Captain had an odd propensity for assigning people names that had little to do with their actual titles; it was fascinating) "-it's not funny; I am going to humiliate myself at this dinner."

"You'll be fine, Captain. You're overthinking this.” Uhura laughed. “You have to let your feet move with the music.”

“Yeah, Jim. Move with the music.”

“Bones, please be quiet!” Kirk glared at the man. “I’d like you see you do better.”

With a grin, McCoy stood up, winked at Spock and grasped Uhura’s hand. The doctor was surprisingly light on his feet and waltzed with the communications officer, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend.

“Great. Of course you can. Want to teach me?”

“I’m a doctor, Jim; not a miracle worker.”

Spock left.

Humans were odd creatures.

Description
1. Dance

Spock entered the sickbay to the sound of laughter. He quickly categorized the two different strains as the brass, measured Doctor McCoy and the light and musical Lieutenant Uhura. And if he was correct, those protesting yelps and protestations were the Captain.

He entered the large room and found he was correct. There was McCoy, lounging in a chair and chuckling somewhat maliciously. It took the Vulcan a moment to register the soft music being played. Then another to notice his commanding officer and Lt. Uhura. The pretty woman was attempting to aid her Captain as they danced about the room. Emphasis on attempting.

"Come on Jim! You can to better than that!" The doctor seemed to be taking a sick pleasure from watching his young friend flounder.

Although Spock had only known him for the three months he'd been ship doctor, it was the commander's observation that while he and Kirk claimed to be old friends, McCoy was oddly harsh towards him. Kirk had called him a 'crotchety old soul' and laughed when Spock had broached the subject so the Vulcan wrote it off as human illogicality.

Kirk's face was flushed as he stumbled through the motions. "Bones-" (The Captain had an odd propensity for assigning people names that had little to do with their actual titles; it was fascinating) "-it's not funny; I am going to humiliate myself at this dinner."

"You'll be fine, Captain. You're overthinking this.” Uhura laughed. “You have to let your feet move with the music.”

“Yeah, Jim. Move with the music.”

“Bones, please be quiet!” Kirk glared at the man. “I’d like you see you do better.”

With a grin, McCoy stood up, winked at Spock and grasped Uhura’s hand. The doctor was surprisingly light on his feet and waltzed with the communications officer, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend.

“Great. Of course you can. Want to teach me?”

“I’m a doctor, Jim; not a miracle worker.”

Spock left.

Humans were odd creatures.