Title What the Doctor Knows

Author: Linstock

Code: Spock/Uhura

Rating: PG

Type: Hurt/Comfort

Disclaimer: I do not own the Star trek the characters nor to I profit in from this writing.

Au: Au: This is another story about how Spock and Uhura secret relationship becomes known to another crew member. (I seem to have a penchant for these stories.) This story does not relate to any of my other stories. This is set some time into the first 5 year mission of the Enterprise after the 2009 movie. Spock and Uhura's relationship is still secret to all but a few.

My grateful thanks to my beta's Atlana71 and the Night was Moist for their time and insights. You add depth and remove the dross. The errors are all my own.

Summary: As their doctor McCoy watches the crew closely but during a crisis he realises there are some things that even the doctor didn't know.

What the Doctor Knows.

Chapter 1. The Attack.

Commander Spock sat at the desk in the spacious ready room,studying the latest read-outs intently. As usual, and against Star Fleet protocol, Captain Kirk had beamed down with the away party. Once on the surface of the planet Urturin, the Captain quickly found that the situation was much worse than their intel had indicated. That had been three interminable weeks ago. Since then, Kirk and the away party had been struggling to rally the fragmented and leaderless native Urturinic resistance on the ground. Meanwhile, Spock, in temporary command of the Enterprise, was conducting an intense campaign to block any reinforcements reaching the planet's surface.

The invaders where a heavy reptilian species from a nearby system who called themselves the Noth. They were a regimented and militaristic race, unified by their fanatical devotion to their brutal warrior religion. It was a story repeated over and over throughout galactic history. Urturin was rich in resources that the Noth home world lacked. The Noth high priests had declared that the Urturinese were an abomination and that the universe should be cleansed of their presence. So, under the guise of a holy war, the Noth were attempting to access to coveted resources.

The Noth, though relatively new to space travel, were tenacious, inventive, and well armed. Spock had barely slept in days. He was now grappling with the revelation that their enemy had a weapon unlike anything they had previously encountered. Twice the Enterprise had suffered minor damage but had managed to evade the main focus of the potentially lethal weapon.

Spock had the science team working feverishly on the scientific data gathered in those attacks. As he sat at his desk reviewing the latest reports he believed that he was beginning to understand the nature of this weapon.

Suddenly the Enterprise shook violently like an animal shaken in the jaws of a predator. Spock was thrown across the room and every unsecured item to the room was thrown after him. Then he was thrown upward so hard he hit the ceiling before landing on the floor beside the desk, striking his head on the desk as he fell.

When he regained consciousness, the room was lit by the red backup lighting and claxons were sounding. He estimated he had been unconscious for 12 seconds. He lay still and quickly took inventory of his physical state. He had no injuries except general bruising and the blow to his head. He could feel a headache building and he quickly suppressed the pain. Then he sat up and oriented himself. He felt for Nyota though their bond. He knew immediately that she was alive but was injured and unconscious. His first instinct was to go to her, but he was the acting Captain, and if the ship was not safe Nyota and all the crew were at risk. He had other responsibilities he must attend to first.

The Enterprise was slightly tilted to the port side. Spock used the desk to pull himself to his feet. He hit a switch and the consol lit up, allowing he quickly surveyed the reading from all departments. The list was extensive. Of most immediate concern were two significant hull breaches, several minor punctures, uncontrolled fires in three areas and possible damage to the core. Spock pulled the chair upright and into position as he monitored the constant stream of data now pouring in on multiple screens. Ensign Stanley, who had been acting as his aide de camp for the past three weeks hurried in.

Stanley paused, taking in Spock's slightly dishevelled appearance, his pallor and the trickle of green blood running down the side of his face. "Sir, you are injured," the ensign stated, "You should report to sick bay."

"My functioning is not impaired and there are pressing matters to attend to, Ensign," Spock replied. Ensign Stanley knew better than to argue.

TBC…

Au: I would love to here you impressions so far.