A New Lullabye
First Officer Spock was sitting in the Command chair, and to those who did not know him very well, he appeared the very essence of calm, cool control
His eyes continually roamed the Bridge, watching alertly for any problems that might arise, assessing the crew's performance, and filling out the usual paperwork with efficiency
To those who knew him better, it was plain he was under stress, but handling it well
Inside, though, he was a wreck, and if there were no news soon, he feared he was likely to treat the Bridge crew to a very un-Vulcan display of emotion, the like of which they had never dreamed he was capable
It had been hours now, and no word from Sick Bay, aside from one he had received a few moments ago, in response to his inquiry (one of several made in the last half hour, truth be told) from Dr. McCoy, "Shut up, Spock, I'm busy!" Spock thought that this was a totally inappropriate response, even for McCoy, and intended to bring the matter up to him, at the
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