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[withhumaneyes]

It is a few hours until Spock gets the lab back into a manageable condition and logs the equipment he needs replaced. The damage was not terrible, though a few projects would need to be restarted, once the proper tools were available again. He checked on 'Bessy,' who had taken the scanner apart and seemed to be eating it. He would have to request

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[withhumaneyes]

Titles, now. He was used to being called commander, or even 'Mr. Spock' as the younger crew members had begun to call him, but the way McCoy said it now made it sound like an insult. He stood up with a dispassionate expression and followed the doctor into the examination room.

"The damage was not unreversable. We should be able to replace all that was lost when we stop for supplies at the next Starbase." Perhaps a neutral topic would be best until he understood what was happening.

[withhumaneyes]

"About a week and a half. We will be able to replace your scanner there, as well." Hopefully that would brighten the man's mood somewhat.

It was ridiculous, for him to become so concerned over one of the crew, even one who had spent the day teetering dangerously on the edge of being a friend. Whatever was bothering the man was of no concern of Spock's. Yet his mind had continually kept returning to the subject of him as he was cleaning.

It must just be that he perceived him as a problem to be solved. That must be it.