Author: iam_spock aka sylar
Fandom: Star Trek
Word count: 1078
Notes: No notes. No warnings. Just a little snarkfest between Spock and McCoy on an away mission. One year later, I finally get off my ass to continue this fic.
Our wagon ride to the capital was a bone jarring, tongue biting affair according to Dr. McCoy. At each bump in the road, he would inform us of how much damage was being done to the lumbar region of his spine. I, for some strange reason, found his complaints comforting. If he stopped, I would worry that he was sick or genuinely angry with me. The silent treatment was his deadliest of weapons, and fortunately I had never endured it myself. But I had seen him apply it to the Captain. Jim found it most distressful.
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