Title: Doctor's Logs 14
Author: Istannor 
Series: TOS 
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG13
Codes: Lang., content
Summary: McCoy is ordered to keep a personal log as a
physician, of his observations aboard the Enterprise. They
are for his use only, for therapy, and to work out any
issues he might have. This is set after the mission called
The Naked Time.

Disclaimer: These are the characters of Paramount and
Viacom, they own them I only check 'em out from the library.
I promise to bring 'em back.


McCoy's logs are often out of order, as far as dates,
secondary to ion storm damage to the memory banks and
his forgetting to back them up on a secondary site, like
Spock told him to.

Doctor's Logs 14

Stardate 1703.3 Again

Thank God for Biofilm. Without it, we would've been goners
for sure. I have no wish to be reduced to little tiny pieces of
collapsed matter mixed in with PSI 2000, a disintegrating
planet. That one was too close for comfort. I think we had
thirty seconds to impact before they cold-started the warp
engines to take us away from death, and back in time, of all
the damn things. Now, I'm a time traveler too. Does this mean
that what we did is still going on in front of us, or does it mean
that we made it never happen? Will we meet ourselves if we
go there now? We'll never know. Jim is making us steer away
from the planet, and place a space buoy in orbit to monitor if
we arrive two days from now. But, to make sure we don't
meet ourselves, we are going to be out of the system. At
which point do they become us? This is too damn confusing.

What was I saying? Oh yeah. Thank God for Biofilm. When I
operated on poor Joe Tormolen, I was coated in Biofilm.
Since it is for surgical procedures, it absolutely prevents the
transmission of any germs, viruses, or foreign substances. It
only allows the water molecule , hydrogen, carbon dioxide,
and oxygen to permeate it. I decided to keep it on for the
autopsy and the rest of the epidemic that hit the ship.
Unfortunately, I got to my techs and my nurses too late. They
put theirs on after they had already been infected. That didn't
help a damn bit. I am going to write a new protocol on board,
for all medical and bio-lab staff. Anytime we have an
unexplained illness, or atypical behavior for a crewmember,
everybody is gonna get coated in Biofilm, until the answer is
found. Maybe I can get the rest of the ship to do the same.
Who knows, but damn that would take forever. Nope, I'll start
with medical, and ask for a bigger budget to include all
necessary personnel. Jim will give it to me. He never says no
to a well reasoned request that will benefit the crew.

This entire crew needs a leave and I am going to demand it,
right now. If Starfleet doesn't give it to us the regular way, I am
going to declare the entire ship medically unfit and force us to
a Starbase. This is ridiculous. No-one should have to go
through this kind of thing, again and again, without any break.
I can see it's taking a toll on everybody. The Mighty
Musketeer, Sulu, is too embarrassed to come to the rec.
room. O'Riley has been walking around the ship apologizing
to every last soul, and Jim and Spock are acting very
strange. My command team is not talking about what
happened in the room before Scotty got there, but I fixed
Jim's busted lip and used the bone healer on his hairline jaw
fracture. Spock hit him, I know that. The big question is why
and will they get past it. I don't know of any other command
team that has. A Captain of Jim's standing in Starfleet would
automatically court-martial his second, if he ever hit him. Jim
hasn't said a word.

I got mad at Jim for him telling me to try the impossible, when
I told him I couldn't find any reason for what was happening
on the ship. He was right; I had no business giving up so
easily. I think I would've kept looking, but him tearing into me,
made me dig deeper. I've decided to trust his hunches and it
works. Scotty told me Jim was the person who remembered
the stuff about the cold start of an engine and insisted that we
try it. Dammit if that didn't work, too. I've finally decided what
his strength is: he'll try anything to keep us alive. I like that. I
want to stay alive. In fact, you could say it's a burning need of
mine.

The Lab did some timing research on the chemical that
induced the altered state for the crew. It had an onset of
action of 10 minutes. That means that both Spock and Jim
were under its influence 10 minutes after they tussled with
Sulu. That means Jim was drunk when he thought of
imploding the warp engines. That's something to think about
ain't it. It also means that Spock was drunk, when he did the
formula. It means that Spock controlled his response by
Vulcan self-discipline and Kirk did it alone. I gave them both
their shots after the fact, after we were safe. Shit, that's scary.
On one hand that makes me feel damn good. Here they are
drunk and drugged, and still save our skins, so sober they
must be pretty hard to beat. On the other hand everybody
onboard that went crazy feels embarrassed, because Jim
and Spock controlled themselves, while they didn't. I know the
only reason I didn't go off the deep end was because I didn't
get contaminated. Biofilm is wonderful stuff. Otherwise, I
would've been in engineering doing the down and dirty with
my favorite tall, tan skinned , big breasted lieutenant,
knowing me.

We just finished clearing the sickbay. It's quiet here now.
Yesterday it was a zoo. A few folks decided to go swimming
in their clothes, some decided to jump down shafts to see if
they could fly, quite a few got into fights, a few ended up in
bed with folks they didn't expect to wake up next to. It was the
usual stuff you see when people get out of control. I have to
figure out a way for these people to figure out that what
happened was not their fault, and they did nothing wrong. We
may lose Kevin if I can't reach him. It was his actions that
almost killed us all. After I deal with him, I'll have to address
the issue of  My Captain and his First Officer. I can't decide if,
or how, I will address it, but I will. I still need to read Spock the
damn riot act over the: I don't need a friend, I'm a Vulcan
bullshit. Damn, someone's at the door.

Pause Log

Log continued

Well I'm be a four toed, green-eyed, sloth footed, lizard, that
was Spock. He wanted my advice. Pinch me, I must be
hallucinating. He says he hit Jim, and he wanted me to know
that. He also said that he was completely under the influence
of the chemical when Jim found him. Spock didn't say it, but I
inferred that Jim hit him, to bring him out of it. He wanted to
make sure that the Captain had not sustained any serious
injury as he had seen him come out of the sickbay. He was
afraid he had hurt him. More is here than meets the eye, I
know. I asked him what went on. I know about Chapel, she
was all teary eyed and full of confession when I came back in
here after she had tried to seduce Spock. I know he turned
her down. The man is crazy. He should definitely give her a
try. She looks good to me. If she wasn't my direct
subordinate, I'd definitely ask her out for a night on the ship.
Which reminds me, I better call up my engineering
bombshell. I 'm feeling the juices stirring, and she sure knows
how to boil  my pot. Back to Spock. He said that the
particulars were not my concern, but he wished me to know
that we needed shoreleave. He wants me to arrange one on
a planet with a beach and warm water to swim in. He says he
will back me, if Starfleet gives me any difficulty, but he wished
it to be done for the medical well-being of the ship. I don't
remember the ship needing a beach. Methinks there's
something afoot.

Now that's scary, me and Spock thinking along the same
lines. I asked him if he talked to Jim about this. He did, and
Jim told him to do whatever he thought was best. That
doesn't sound right. I can't believe Jim would just hand off
something like this to Spock and act like he didn't care. I am
going to check on this now.

Pause Log

Resume Log

Damn that man. He is worse than Spock. Why does he insist
on keeping anything that might remotely be construed as a
weakness to himself? It's not healthy, and it ain't normal.
Shoot, it's stupid, just plain asinine. When I got to his cabin, I
buzzed and he didn't answer, so I hit the medical override. He
was in the middle of a migraine that had him silently writhing
on the bed. I guess it finally hit him on how close we had
come to crossing over to the other side of eternity. He hadn't
been sleeping and wham, the migraine came. He didn't want
to use any meds, or tell me, because he knew he would be
taken off duty and we're running light on active duty staff. The
man has been pulling double shifts since we left PSI 2000.
He's too exhausted to think straight. I think he was trying to
keep pace with that damn Vulcan. He's not Vulcan; he can't
keep up; he should know better. I knocked him out and I didn't
give him any choice. Why do I have to beg him to get
treatment, or to admit anything is wrong? That kind of
stubbornness is going to kill him one day, if he doesn't start
using his head, instead of holding it in pain. As I stood  up,
Spock came in and stood beside me. Jim was already
completely out of it. When he's asleep, the man looks like the
22 year old Jim I met first. I can't get over that. It gives you an
idea of how much this job is costing him. He went down like a
rock after I gave him my special potion.  I turned to Spock,
waiting to see what he wanted. He just stood there and
looked at Jim. He turned to me and said: "Thank-you,
Doctor."  Then he left. What in the hell was that about?

Oh well, yet another mystery to solve. Good thing I'm such a
nosey son of a bitch.

End Log