Star Trek - Thy'la (Spock x OC)

Chapter 7 - T'Pring is a bitch

Edited: October 25th, 2024

- One Week Later -

With no known missions in sight, I'm free to do some extracurricular activities.. But sadly Bones has been demanding that I take a psychical exam for the past 4 days.. fucker.. Slowly wandering the halls I finally make it to the sick bay, albeit reluctantly.. The doors slide open in front of me allowing me to enter, quickly looking around to gauge the amount of people before making my presence known.

"Ah Alex. Finally you're here. Get on the bed we'll get started." Sighing loudly I make my way over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it looking over to Bones. Watching as he grabs several instrument's before walking back over to me. Leaning over to a panel he presses a few buttons before an opaque forcefield of some kind turns on. My eyes widen in surprise. 

"Don't worry kid, nobody can see us in here. Okay, I'm gonna need to do a full checkup for Starfleet's medical archives.. Since you've never had a checkup or anything medical of any kind.. I'm gonna have to write down the location of every scar and mole into the computer." Bones clears his throat before continuing. "This is to make sure that, in future, we can discern if something was added to your physiology without our knowledge. Such as another lifeform or disease of some kind.. Just' need ya to take off your britches and shirt to get started. Need to get a proper look at'ya. All professional." Nodding to him slowly with reluctance. I feel anxiety tighten in my belly. 

It's fine Alex.. He's my doctor. Reaching over my head, I pull my science officer shirt off, setting it behind me on the bed. My Star Trek badge tattoo I got a few years back on full display, Bones looks at it giving me a smirk. Rolling my eyes I push my pants down to my ankles, grabbing them I set them behind me as well.

Bones nods to me and begins to circle me, typing on his padd as he looks me over. Grabbing my head gently, using some sort of handheld machine to look into my eyes. "So you and Spock have been hanging around more often yea?" 

"Yea were 'friends'." Bones pull away allowing me to blink away the light, typing something on his padd.

"Hmh. You don't sound too happy about that.." Bones chuckles softly as he lifts up my arm, writing down the location of several moles. "I see the way you make goo-goo eyes at him all the time..... Maybe you can tell him that he needs to start eating. I've heard that the pointy eared bastard has sent all his meals back untouched for the past two days."

Deciding to reply to the first thing, before I discuss Spocks eating habits. "W-what? I don't make goo-goo-" Bones turns my head abruptly, looking into my ears with his tool.

"Yep he hasn't eaten a bite." Bones smirks returning to his work, walking around me to look into my other ear. Writing down all of his findings as he works.

"Well fuck, this isn't good." Clenching my hands around the edge of the bed, I bite my lip in thought.

"What do you mean?" Bones steps back a moment, writing something down. Turning back to me he sighs looking at my bra. "I gotta scan your uh.." Gesturing to my large breasts I blush slightly before nodding to him. "This is gonna feel weird. I have to do a deep tissue scan, it's gonna feel tingly for a second.. Since females in your time period were so susceptible to breast cancer I need to make sure. Don't want you to get it or have it."

Bones presses some buttons on his scanner, as I unhook my bra Setting it down he steps closer. Taking my breast in hand he holds the scanner to it. An odd tingling sensation resonates deep in my chest, making it feel as if a slug is moving around inside the breast he's scanning. "Regarding Spock. I can't tell you the exact details. It's a very personal matter for Vulcans. No outsider is allowed to know." Shuddering at the off feeling. Fuck I wish I could reach into my own chest and scratch myself. This feels so wrong.