Weight Management by Wicketbear

Summary: Someone is under the minimum weight requirement.

Review: Yes please. Input is always good.

"Jim, I'm telling you, you need to gain a few kilos," Bones said as they sat down in the mess with their breakfast trays.

"I like the way I am." Jim slipped his legs under the table.

Spock approached the table with his tray asking, "Captain, Doctor, may I join you for breakfast?"

"Yes, please," Kirk pleaded. "Come, sit down." He slid his chair over to allow Spock more room. "I don't think I can take much more of the harassment Bones is giving me."

Mr. Spock glanced from Jim to Bones then hesitantly set his tray on the table and gracefully took his seat.

McCoy looked across the table at Spock slowly eating his breakfast. "Spock, I was telling Jim that he needs to put on a couple of kilograms to meet the minimum Star Fleet weight standards. He insists that he doesn't."

"Why would Star Fleet waste it's time on people that are underweight, I would think they would be thrilled, considering there are very few in the Admiralty that are within the standards. There are some very fat Admirals that have spent too much time sitting on their assets," he grinned.

Spock continued to eat his food slowly and precisely while listening to the argument.

"Look Kid, I'm going to add more carbs to your diet plan. If I find that you're not eating them then there will be hell to pay, and it will come in the form of a hypo," he threatened, liking the scowl he got from Jim.

Jim glared at him. "Bones, can't you go and pick on someone else. I'm sure there are 430 plus people on this ship that you can annoy or practice stabbing with hypos, since you seem to get pleasure out of doing that to me, go hound them."

Spock reached for the condiments and added a pinch of salt to his meal.

McCoy leaned across the table into Jim's face saying, "All you have to do is eat a few more fruits throughout the day, a brownie or piece of pie here or there." He sat back eyeing the young man adding, "Now don't go stuffing yourself on every sweet treat you can find."

Kirk scoffed, "Oh, and when do you think I'll have time for that?" he huffed.

Bones sat back in his chair. With a sly look on his face he offered, "Just ask that pretty little Yeoman you have. Let her bring you some snacks."

Shocked he said, "Bones that is improper use of Star Fleet personnel. That's not her job." He sat back with his arms crossed.

"Oh," McCoy scoffed, "I have seen what you do with, 'Improper use of Star Fleet personnel'," he huffed.

Jim grinned, "Not that Bones, get your head out of the Jefferies tube," he smiled.

McCoy looked over at Spock. "Spock, why haven't you said anything?"

Spock sat quietly having finished his breakfast. He watched the banter from one officer to the other. "It's very simple, Doctor. I am 4 kilograms under the minimum weight requirement for my species, and you do not threaten me with hypos." He turned to the Captain, "Jim, I do not miss use Star Fleet personnel." He stood and left the room after clearing his place at the table.

Both Doctor and Captain sat dumbfounded. They didn't know if they should laugh or stay in the shocked position they now found themselves in. "Green Blooded Hobgoblin." They opted for the laugh.

The End

Sequel "Physicals"

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