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Title: Set-Up by A Friend
Author: T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )
Series: TOS
Rating: R
Codes: S/Mc, K
Parts: 1 
Summary: Months after the Enterprise has returned to Earth, Kirk is concerned 
Challenge Scenario: Write an S/Mc involving some sort of dating service.
Written for Round 7 of the S/Mc Fest; all stories can be found at The 
Spock/McCoyote's Den -- 
http://www.members.tripod.com/spockmccoyote/thespockmccoyotesden2/ 

Archiving: the Den, ASC*, BLTS, and my own web page -- 
http://www.geocities.com/tlin_s/ -- all others, please ask first.

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own the STAR TREK universe, I just play there. 
No copyright infringement is intended, nor any money made. This original work 
of fanfiction is the property of T'Lin, © 17 January, 2004.
  
************

SET-UP BY A FRIEND
by T'Lin -- 0401.17


The add said:

GWM doctor looking for companionship and maybe more. 
Must love travel, quiet walks on the beach, and a good debate on any subject.
Interest in a LTR a possibility, but not essential.
Comm -- 1701McMD

When McCoy read it, he knew that his old friend, Jim Kirk, had to be the one 
who placed it. After all, he had been hounding the good doctor, for several 
months now, about spending too much time alone.  

When they had first arrived back on Earth, they had all been too busy to have 
a personal life, but soon, everyone had settled down with their new 
assignments, and life became a routine. For McCoy, it meant getting up early to make 
rounds at the hospital with the med students, then an afternoon of teaching. He 
spent three afternoons a week in the lab, working on a long-term research 
project. He was home most nights by 8, where he had a light meal, when he thought 
about it, and usually drank himself to sleep by 10.   

Jim, on the other hand, spent his days teaching at the Academy, and his 
nights painting the town ... never one to make any long-term commitments, he had 
been out almost every night with a different person ... his social calendar was 
booked for the next year. 

Concerned about his friend, he had invited McCoy along on several occasions, 
trying to set him up with various men, but McCoy had always refused. He needed 
time ... time to forget ... time to heal. The tragic thing was, nobody knew 
of his love for Spock, least alone Spock himself. But the Vulcan had returned 
home, most likely never to be seen again. In time, McCoy would forget, and be 
able to move on, but it would not be easy.

The idea of 'moving on' brought McCoy's attention back to the personal ad on 
his screen ... and his anger flared once more. //how dare he// he thought, as 
he pushed a button on his computer to call up his old friend. Within seconds, 
the screen split, leaving the ad on one side, and the slightly groggy face of 
Jim Kirk on the other. 

"What's the meanin' of this?" he asked, as he sent the ad to Jim.

Jim glanced at the ad, then, with a chagrined half-smile, said, "Good morning 
to you, too. What makes you think I had anything to do with that?"

"Don't try to deny it ... it's got your name written all over it." McCoy's 
anger was rising, but he stopped, realizing that yelling at Jim was not going to 
solve anything. Intentionally calming himself, he continued, "Look Jim, don't 
you get it ... I'm NOT interested in meeting anyone right now."

"Then why were you looking in the personals?" Jim asked, and smiled when he 
saw the slight jump from McCoy at being caught. "Look, Bones, there's no shame 
in admitting that you're lonely. Now, I've taken the liberty of checking out 
some of these replies I've gotten ... I've thrown out over 100 that were simply 
not for you, but I've got one here, that ... well ... I think you should meet 
him. He sounds perfect for you."

McCoy had been pacing around in front of his computer screen, going in and 
out of Jim's field of vision the whole time they had been talking, but suddenly, 
he sat, and said, "What do you mean, you've thrown out over 100 ... how long 
has this ad been listed?"

"Three days ... I must admit, I've been expecting your call." In reality, Jim 
hadn't been sure of that at all. He had planned to wait another day; if he 
hadn't heard from Bones by then, he would have invited him to lunch, and tried 
to set up the 'date' in person. The fact that Bones called him proved that he 
was, indeed, interested in meeting someone now; he wouldn't have been looking 
in the personals section, if he wasn't. 

"Three days ... and over 100 ..." McCoy stopped, shaking his head at the 
absurdity of it. 

While McCoy paused, Jim spoke up, "I know, I guess you're a popular guy." 
McCoy looked up, and Jim could see that the anger was fading from his eyes, 
although annoyance was still quite plain to see. Jim went on, before Bones could 
say anything else, "Look, Bones, I know you say you aren't interested in seeing 
anyone right now, but there was this one reply, just this morning, that I 
think you should check out. He seems perfect for you ... and since he's only in 
town for a few days, there's no commitment. If he's not what you're looking for, 
you can say so, and never see him again."

McCoy thought for a minute before replying, "Maybe ... but you know, what if 
he's as perfect as you say he is ... what then?" Jim had given him an out, but 
of course, he had to find the flaw in the plan ... giving in without a fight 
was not one of McCoy's strong suits.

"If he's as perfect as I think he is for you," Kirk said with a smile, "I'm 
sure the two of you will be able to work something out. Shall I get back to 
him, and confirm his invitation for dinner tonight?"

"What the hell ... but Jimmy-boy," McCoy added with a deep southern drawl, 
"if he's not all you say he is, you're gonna owe me, big time."

"I understand ... but I'm not worried ... I doubt that's a debt I'll ever 
have to pay." Jim chuckled, as he noted the skepticism in McCoy's eyes.

"You're very confident, aren't you?" McCoy asked rhetorically, then went on, 
"So tell me, where am I to meet Mister Perfect? and how will I know him?"

"He want's to meet you at the Rialto Room, at 8. Dress nice ... he knows what 
you look like, so he'll find you." Kirk smiled again, then added, "Don't do 
anything I wouldn't do ... and have a good time. I'll call you tomorrow 
afternoon to see how everything went. Bye." and he signed off, not letting McCoy get 
in another word.

//don't do anything he wouldn't do ... what a laugh// McCoy thought, knowing 
there was little that Jim wouldn't do. And most of what he *would* do was not 
what McCoy would consider proper behavior for a first date ... especially a 
*blind* first date. Who knows what "Mister Perfect" was really like. 

Of course, anyone who chose the Rialto Room for a first date was certainly 
out to impress. There were few, true, five-star establishments left in the 
world, but this was one of them. McCoy had only been there once before, and then, 
only in the lounge ... the plush seating, strategically placed around low 
tables, for intimate conversations, had been where he had last seen Spock, on the 
night before he returned to Vulcan. 

That night, Jim, Scotty, Nyota, Christine, Hikaru and Pavel had also been 
there. It was the end of their time together as a "family" aboard ship ... they 
were all moving on to new assignments, and new lives. A toast was raised to 
their future adventures, no matter where they led them.

On that night, a look passed between he and Spock ... a look that would haunt 
him for the rest of his life. For a split second, he had almost imagined that 
the love he felt for Spock was reciprocated ... but Jim called out to make a 
second toast, and the moment passed. 

When everyone had left, Jim and Bones walked back to the Academy together, 
each wondering if they would ever see their old friends again.

McCoy shook himself out of the memories of a few months ago, and vowed to 
make the best of the night ahead ... if nothing else, he'd get a good meal out of 
this. 

Forcing himself to think about something else ... anything else ... he called 
up the folder of his student's latest papers, and started to read through 
them. The boring essays were barely adequate to the task, however, and after 
reading and grading only a few of them, his mind began to wander back to his blind 
date. 

***

The time had come ... actually, McCoy had arrived a few minutes early. 
Dressed in a gray suit that was the height of fashion, he made himself comfortable 
in one of the plush chairs of the lounge at the Rialto Room, a tall glass in 
his hand. He sipped at the mint julep, as he watched the door ... he had 
intentionally positioned himself so that he could see everyone who entered.

Since his arrival, several people had entered and looked around, but had not 
been 'the one' ... his anxiety grew as the minutes passed. Suddenly, the door 
opened, and a familiar, albeit unexpected, figure appeared. 

McCoy's jaw dropped, as their eyes locked; with a slight smile, Spock came to 
him, and said, "By your expression, Leonard, may I assume that Jim did not 
tell you who you would be having dinner with?"

"N ... no," McCoy stammered. Spock took hold of his hand, as he sat on the 
edge of the chair beside his. The heat of his touch was welcoming and 
disconcerting, all at the same time. Flustered, McCoy went on, "What are you doing 
here?" Realizing that the question sounded rather harsh, he quickly added, "I 
thought you had returned to Vulcan to, as you said, 'assume your responsibilities 
within the family' ... why have you returned?"

"You are correct, I had returned to 'assume my responsibilities' ... but, I 
could not do what T'Pau demanded of me. Not without knowing ..." here, Spock 
hesitated, then went on, still holding McCoy's hand, "I had to come back ... I 
needed to discover whether I had made a mistake, or not."

"If I said yes, you made a mistake, what would you do?" McCoy asked, not 
certain of the 'mistake' that Spock had made, but hoping that it involved him.

"I would ask your forgiveness," Spock answered, giving McCoy's hand a slight 
squeeze. "So tell me Leonard, did I make a mistake?"

"I suppose that all depends on what mistake you think you've made." McCoy 
answered, placing his other hand over Spock's, as he continued, "If you're 
referring to leaving Earth, without telling me how you feel, then yes, you did." 
Then McCoy smiled, adding, "But then again, I let you leave, without telling you 
how *I* felt ...looks like we both made mistakes."

"It is not too late to correct them," Spock said, as he rose, and pulled 
McCoy to his feet. "Shall we discuss a remedy over dinner?"

"By all means," McCoy replied, as he pressed his body close to Spock. "And 
after dinner, remind me to call Jim, and thank him for placing that ad." 

"What ad would that be, Leonard?" Spock asked, puzzled by McCoy's comment.

"The personal ad that you answered," McCoy said, then looked a bit puzzled 
himself as he continued, "although, come to think of it, why would you have been 
looking in the personal ads, if you had come back specifically to see me."

"I did not seek out, nor answer, any personal ad. I returned just this 
morning, and went directly to speak with Jim," Spock replied, "I told him of my 
dilemma, and asked his opinion ... he suggested I meet you for dinner." Then Spock 
stepped back slightly, as he commented, "You do not seem the 'personal ad' 
type to me ... I always thought you were more discriminating than that. Have you 
had many takers with this ad of yours?"

"First of all, it is not *my* ad ... I had nothing to do with it," McCoy 
replied a bit huffily. "As a matter of fact, I didn't even know it existed until 
this morning. Jim placed it three days ago ..." McCoy stopped, not wanting his 
earlier anger at Jim spoiling his evening with Spock. "Look Spock, Jim has 
been hounding me for months to date, but I haven't been interested ... I only 
accepted this 'date' to get him off my back."

He could see the hurt in Spock's eyes, and quickly amended, "Had I known it 
was you, I would never have hesitated to accept ... *you're* the reason I 
haven't wanted to see anyone," it was now McCoy's turn to take Spock's hand, and he 
lifted it to his lips before continuing, "apparently, Jim figured that out, 
which is why he told me that my date was 'Mister Perfect' ... he was right."

"Forgive me, Leonard," Spock said, "I should have known that Jim was behind 
this. Let us agree that, for his matchmaking, we shall thank him," then he 
cupped Leonard's face with the hand that had just been kissed, and added, "then 
inform him that his 'dating services' will no longer be needed, by either of 
us."

"Amen to that," McCoy said, wanting to pull Spock into a passionate embrace, 
but holding back, since they were still in the middle of the lounge of the 
Rialto Room. He was sure that the sexual energy between then was a visible thing, 
and for that reason alone, he found the energy needed to step back slightly 
before asking, "Do you still wish to have dinner here? Or perhaps someplace a 
bit more ... private? I don't live too far from here," he added, with a knowing 
smile.

"I believe privacy would be a benefit, at the moment," Spock said, 
reluctantly letting his hand drop from McCoy's face. "I fear we may make a spectacle of 
ourselves if we stay here much longer. Excuse me one moment," he added, then 
went to speak with the Maitre'd. When he returned, he said, "It seems an 
emergency has arisen, so our table is no longer needed. Shall we go?" 

McCoy led the way to his vehicle. Once inside, he turned to Spock, and kissed 
him. "Let's go home," he said, then started the vehicle and began to drive. 
McCoy was concentrating on the traffic; Spock was silent. McCoy took a chance 
and glanced at Spock, only to see the Vulcan staring at him. "What are you 
smiling at?" he asked, not entirely sure if Spock was aware that he was smiling.

"Vulcans do not smile," he replied, and with a slight chuckle, added, "but my 
Human half finds you quite pleasing to the eye. I have never seen you pilot a 
vehicle before ... such single-minded determination ..." As he said this, 
McCoy was forced to return his attention to his driving, as a horn-blast sounded 
behind him, "Please, do not let me distract you." 

"It's too late for that," McCoy said under his breath, but of course, he knew 
Spock heard him. 

Within minutes, however, they had arrived at McCoy's apartment building. Once 
parked, and out of the car, McCoy pulled Spock into his arms, and gave him a 
proper kiss ... a gasp escaped Spock's lips, as their bodies pressed together. 
A moment later, McCoy pulled away slightly, and said, "Do you have any idea 
how many times I wanted to do that over the years?"

"Most likely as many times as I ... had I known ..." Spock's words were cut 
off by McCoy's mouth covering his once more. 

Once again, it was McCoy who pulled away first, but this time, only enough to 
say, "We can go on with the 'what if's' all night, or we can say 'OK, we blew 
it ... now let's make the most of the time we have now' ... which will it 
be?"

Spock smiled, and placed his hands on either side of McCoy's face as he 
replied, "We will have now, and forever after, if you will have me, Leonard," and 
then they kissed once again. 

The kiss lasted a long time, but at last, they came up for air. McCoy said, 
"I will ... but let's get up to my place, before we continue this ... I'd hate 
for one of my neighbors to come by as we consummate this relationship."

"As would I ... come," and he took hold of McCoy's hand, and led him to the 
lift. 

"I plan to ... frequently," McCoy said with a smile.

"As do I, my t'hy'la ... as do I." Spock opened his mental barriers, exposing 
himself to the emotions of his soon-to-be-lover ... and letting his own 
thoughts and feelings flow, wondering if McCoy was at all sensitive to the 
telepathic communication. 

McCoy's sudden gasp, and accelerated heart rate would have convinced him that 
a connection had been made, even if the erotic thoughts pouring into his mind 
did not. A look passed between them, as McCoy entered the code that would 
unlock his door. They stepped into the apartment, and on the table before them 
was a gift box, and a note, which read: 

Congratulations! I knew this day would come eventually. 
Please accept this small token of my friendship and affection for you both 
... and enjoy! Life is too short to waste a single moment of it. 
Love, Jim

Spock lifted the small box, and held it, for all intents and purposes looking 
as if he were trying to ascertain its content by osmosis. McCoy sighed, and 
took it from him, saying, "Don't you think we should open it?"

"Perhaps ... but knowing Jim, it could be almost anything," Spock said. 

McCoy hesitated for a second, knowing exactly what Spock meant, then he 
plowed on. "Jim may be a bit perverse at times," he said, "but he wouldn't ..." he 
stopped mid sentence, as he opened the box. Laughter bubbled out of him, as he 
pulled the items free of the tissue paper -- a giant-economy sized tube of 
lube and a bottle of cinnamon-scented massage oil. Taped to the bottle was a 
note, which read; 'Hey, Bones ... I've heard tell that this stuff packs quite a 
wallop when it comes to Vulcans ... use sparingly. Jim' 

McCoy looked at Spock, and couldn't help but notice the dark green tinge of 
the ears and cheeks. "You're blushing, Spock ... I don't think I've ever seen 
you blush. So tell me, is it true what they say about cinnamon?"

"Yes, t'hy'la ... but I assure you, at this very moment, you don't want to 
use any. Perhaps later, when I am not quite so ... ready." 

Spock carefully took the bottle from McCoy's hand, and placed it on the 
table. "What about this?" McCoy asked, and held out the tube of lube as he was 
lifted in Spock's arms and carried toward the bedroom.

"Oh, we will definitely need that," Spock assured him. 

"Good," McCoy purred, adding, "because I know for a fact that one other rumor 
concerning Vulcans *is* true ... and being the size-queen that I am, I am 
eternally grateful."

Spock lowered McCoy to the bed, and stood, looking down at him. "by all 
appearances, I believe that I, too, will be grateful."

McCoy smiled as he said, "Oh, you will be, I assure you."


***

It was late in the morning when McCoy awoke to find Spock lying on his side, 
staring at him. One hand was propping up his head, while he traced lazy 
circles on McCoy's hip with the other. His awareness of the contact sent renewed 
interest to specific areas of his body, and Spock smiled. "Good morning, 
t'hy'la," he said, as he leaned in for a kiss. "Did you sleep well?"

"Best night's sleep I've had in months," McCoy said with a wink, then added, 
"nothing like a little 'recreation' to send one into la-la-land. What about 
you?"

"I must admit, until last night, I had always needed meditation before 
sleep," Spock said, then adding, "and at that, I slept only a few hours each night. 
However, last night, after all was said and done, I slept for six hours, and 
twenty three minutes. I believe a little recreation, as you say, has proven to 
be much more effective." 

"I always said it would be better for you to express your emotions, instead 
of bottling them up inside," McCoy said with a smile, then added, "you should 
have listened to your good ol' country doctor."

"Yes, I should have," Spock agreed, then smiled, "but it was always so much 
fun arguing with you." 

"I knew it!" McCoy exclaimed, and pushed Spock over, pinning him to the bed. 
"I told Jim that you liked the verbal sparring. Do you know, he wanted me to 
stop ... thought I was being cruel to you."

"I know," Spock said, "he asked me to refrain from ... 'egging you on', I 
believe is the phrase he used." 

"That sounds like him," McCoy agreed, then kissed Spock before asking, "Why 
didn't you comply with his request?"

"I tried. As you may recall, there was a time when we did not 'argue' quite 
so much," Spock replied with a smile, "but I felt we were ineffective as his 
advisors if we did not present both sides of the issue to him. If the only way 
we could do that was if I played 'devil's advocate', then so be it."

"Logical," McCoy said, and laughed.

"Always, my t'hy'la," Spock replied. In one swift  motion, he reversed their 
positions, pinning Leonard beneath him as he continued, "and logic tells me 
that it is time I got out of bed ... I have several messages that need sending, 
including one to T'Pau. She will need to find another husband for T'Stria."

"Yes, she will," McCoy agreed, and kissed Spock before he could get up and 
headed for the bathroom. Just then, the comm signaled. McCoy grabbed a robe, and 
went out into the livingroom to answer it. "Mornin', Jim."

"More like afternoon," he replied with a smile, then asked, "so, how'd things 
go last night?"

"Just like you expected them to," McCoy was smiling from ear to ear as he 
added, "Spock wanted me to say thank you for getting us together ... and that 
your 'dating services' would no longer be required by either of us, thank you 
very much."

"Glad to hear it," Kirk said, then asked, "so tell me, where is Spock now?"

"In the shower ... so if you don't mind, I'll say goodbye," and with a wink, 
he added, "I wouldn't want to waste this moment, if you know what I mean."

"I do, indeed," Kirk smiled, "Congratulations, both of you!" and he signed 
off. He could talk to them both about joining him on the ENTERPRISE, when the 
refit was over ... later.

~the end~



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