“How the hell did you manage to ‘accidentally ingest’ a Vulcan fruit you are somehow allergic to?” McCoy demanded angrily when Jim came walking morosely into sickbay, trailed by Spock, after yet another allergic reaction.
Jim just looked at Spock and blushed bright red; Spock’s ears turned a brilliant shade of emerald. McCoy looked from one to the other.
“Oh – for the love of – Jesus!” McCoy threw his hands up into the air in exasperation before busying himself looking for the right hypospray. “Don’t even tell me, I don’t want the nightmares your explanation will inspire.”
Jim grinned before the hypospray got stuck in his neck. At least now he had some form of revenge for when McCoy got hypo-happy.