Star Trek

Goldilocks. "Sorry, Commander." Nurse Chapel greeted him in surprise, then hurried over to McCoy's side, holding a small glass bottle wrapped around a mint-colored potholder, if closer Some look, and there are tiny cloud patterns.

And the owner represented by the vial was clearly a high priority with Dr. McCoy.He immediately put down everything in his hands, frowned after listening to Nurse Chapel's narration, pushed the next patients to the girls, and called a Vulcan therapist (yes, there are already several proficient in the Enterprise now) Doctors who are mentally healed, who specialize in serving those races with telepathic abilities), hurriedly left the medical port through the exit on the other side.

A patient who needed the presence of McCoy (putting everything else aside) and a Vulcan healer at the same time.Who else on this ship besides the captain can have such privileges?

Before thinking about it, Spock noticed another thing: that little vial that was "cute" in Earth's common vocabulary from earlier, held in Dr. McCoy's hand... looked funny.

"Commander, do you need help?" Chapel, who was busy walking around, saw that he had been thinking at the door, so he found time to come to him, "I can contact other doctors for you."

"No need, I'm okay." Spock realized that he really shouldn't be "in the way" here, and nodded at her, "Work hard, Lieutenant."

Before he left, he snatched a small biscuit off McCoy's desk.

Spock finished his day's work at 2240 hours and headed to his room when he accidentally heard the captain talking to the Vulcan healer in the hallway.

His and Kirk's rooms used to be connected, but Kirk hasn't been living in his own room lately.He's been like this before, for various reasons, and Spock is occasionally illogically curious, but logically holds back his probing of other people's privacy—if there's a valid reason to sleep in an empty crew cabin, then it's Captain's freedom.As humans always say - he's the boss here.

Spock thought it inappropriate for him to show up and interrupt their conversation, so he waited quietly around the corner.As for the verbatim of their conversation coming into my hearing range... I can't blame him, this is the inherent advantage of the Vulcan race.

"Is she all right?"

"Yes, she has fallen asleep after taking the medicine. According to the speed of drug absorption and the severity of her cold, she will get better within 3.55 hours, and she will be fully recovered after 12.4 hours at the fastest."

"That's great. Is it really just a cold?"

"Indeed. Dr. McCoy noticed nothing else, and I don't think she was mentally injured. Just a common cold, Captain."

"Okay, then I'm relieved. Thank you, doctor, for your hard work."

"No need, it's my job."

The interval between conversations lasted about 78 seconds, after which the therapist's voice sounded again, with some uncertainty: "You...didn't tell Mr. Spock?"

"Spock?" The captain obviously didn't expect him to be mentioned, and the person at the center of the conversation caught his breath when he heard his name. Kirk replied, "No. I'm afraid he'll…"

"Associative bias?"

"...Misunderstanding, indeed."

"I respect your decision."

"Thank you. It's okay, go back and rest early."

The therapist leaves on the other side of the corridor, and Spock waits silently for Kirk to enter the room before coming out from where he's hiding—no, temporarily.He went back to the room, his brain filled with a jumble of words: Jo and doll. Rank and clothes. McCoy and the bottle.A woman close to Kirk.Sick, soon to be well.The old crew on the ship knew her, and for some reason, they didn't tell themselves.

Spock seeks out incense, and perhaps a deep Loshirak (open meditation) will help clear his mind.

In fact, there was another option - he could just ask Kirk.But the captain has been busy lately not only with the sick crew (and with this unidentified woman, Spock can be sure Kirk's fatigue after the Alpha shift is the result of worrying about her health and the strain of caring for her), but more importantly , according to the navigator's calculations, they will reach the first stop of the five-year mission tomorrow - an M-class planet full of mysterious and unknown substances.

53. 【Spirk】Citrus and lemon

Aehlita isn't the most beautiful planet they've ever visited, nor is it the most special one - but it's wonderful, full of the Ah substance that makes things weightless and hair fluffy. The Aehlita star looks like a huge transparent bubble gum from a distance. As the Enterprise gradually approached it, their young navigator even focused on the appearance of this fascinating planet and almost deviated from the planned route.

Ah substances are harmless, and the atmosphere on the planet is also suitable for the breathing requirements of most races. More importantly, there are no aborigines on the planet-this means that the danger of them going on scientific research is very small, so the crew decided to It's nearly a head-scratcher to fight for a spot on this mission: Spock is amazed, he's been in space for years, and he's never seen anything like this before.

There were too many applicants, and the number of places was limited. In the end, Kirk could only decide to reduce the list of scientific research groups and distribute them to others.And Spock was one of those "cut" people.

Spock raised his eyebrows, and didn't disagree: the Vulcans don't have any preferences for the planets of scientific research targets, and he can stay and wait for them to transfer the material to the laboratory.

"Phew, that's great. I've been working on the list for the last few days and everyone's texting me wishing I could add them - are they using Aehlita as a playground? Previously The first batch of landing holiday lists has never been so hot. I feel like an elementary school teacher who has a headache about the seating order of the students. Anyway, man, thanks." Kirk patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.

And Spock stands where he is, not going to point out the fact that he's not a Human but a Vulcan (which he did, of course, and Kirk ignores it).Human beings always seem to touch others unconsciously, step into a safe distance unconsciously, and make some actions that can be defined as intimacy unconsciously.And Kirk's "unconsciousness" about him...especially a lot.

He stared at Kirk's leaving back, and suddenly remembered what he heard the two female crew members discuss. From the information obtained so far, Aehlita star looks like... How do you say the word—"Love holy place".

in love?

Humans have always had some wonderful words.

The first batch of dispatched teams brought a bunch of Tribbles, and the fluffy, amazingly fertile little things are always the best subjects for experimentation.When they went, the team used a medium-sized basket to hold them, and the hairballs squeezed one by one, but this was not the case when they came back: the magical substance on Aehlita obviously had a great impact on them-their hair They no longer hang down softly, but spread out fluffy; moreover, the greatest impact given to them by matter is weightlessness, and now the chubby hairballs float uncontrollably in mid-air like hydrogen balloons.

Spock had one of the science officers scramble to set up separate glass compartments to put them in, so the Tribbles wouldn't mess around in the ship: now they looked like huge, soft clouds of various colors .

The captain is on the second dispatch list, and they are being sent to the planet at this moment, while the CMO is waiting in the analysis room for the results of the mutation effect of the Ah substance on Tribble's genes. Spock was about to go back to his room to get his PADD. The senior officers' quarters were silent. He had just rounded the corner of the hallway when his sharp ears picked up an unusual movement: something was frantically—crashly—going towards His direction came roaring.

With Spock's physicality and reflexes he would have dodged if he hadn't - seen what was happening.

Three Tribbles "escaped" from the isolation chamber.One left and one right are dark blue, like two guards, and the golden Tribble in the middle is huge and flat, rushing towards the end of the corridor like a fighter plane - and on it, there is a little girl sitting.

She was two, maybe three years old, with soft black hair tied into two braids over her chest, bangs that Spock was most familiar with, and—a pair of pointed ears that glowed green with excitement.Her eyes were as blue as the sky, and even though she wasn't really smiling, there was an unstoppable joy in her eyes that belonged to this age.

With a bang, Tribble crashed into an obstacle that was frozen in place, and unfortunately crashed.

And Spock's Vulcan reflexes finally come in handy: he grabs the unruly little creature before she falls off the furball, and puts her on the ground, landing safely.

A Vulcan toddler