There are no less than ten small stones trundling at his feet, each grinding and hissing indignantly at him louder than the next. And so a bewildered McCoy backs up cautiously (mind the babies, he reminds himself) and tries to figure out what in damnation is going on.
"Bones! There you are!"
"Captain, I must re-iterate that-"
"It's ok, Spock! Bones can sort it out! He loves that stuff!"
The next small trundling rock to grind its way to McCoy's feet has a small circular disk, all black, stuck to its head. Top. Whatever they may call that part of their bodies.
McCoy stares at the black disc. Picks it up. Narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath. He never should have let Spock mention to anyone how the baby hortas had figured out how to ice skate on the nitrium layers in one of the chambers below.
The translator chooses to kick in right at that moment.
"I scored first!"
"Mama Spock explained the rules and technically you didn't and-"
Kirk grins as Spock's ear tips flush ever so slightly green, then gives McCoy one of those little boy looks. The target of his look splutters and glares and tries very, very hard not to throw the hockey puck at the lunatic grinning broadly at him.
"Wha - NO! You idiots! Both of you! I'm a doctor, not a referee!!!"
"Bones! There you are!"
"Captain, I must re-iterate that-"
"It's ok, Spock! Bones can sort it out! He loves that stuff!"
The next small trundling rock to grind its way to McCoy's feet has a small circular disk, all black, stuck to its head. Top. Whatever they may call that part of their bodies.
McCoy stares at the black disc. Picks it up. Narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath. He never should have let Spock mention to anyone how the baby hortas had figured out how to ice skate on the nitrium layers in one of the chambers below.
The translator chooses to kick in right at that moment.
"I scored first!"
"Mama Spock explained the rules and technically you didn't and-"
Kirk grins as Spock's ear tips flush ever so slightly green, then gives McCoy one of those little boy looks. The target of his look splutters and glares and tries very, very hard not to throw the hockey puck at the lunatic grinning broadly at him.
"Wha - NO! You idiots! Both of you! I'm a doctor, not a referee!!!"
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So.Much.Win.
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