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Spock does not have a need for the belief personally, but he understands the human desire.
(It takes McCoy years to get him to have a drink.)
A heartfelt apology.
McCoy makes a deal with an advanced race of aliens visiting on the Enterprise, one that doesn't quite work out the way he expected. Nor the quite way aliens meant it to either.
Just a sweet little drabble. Enjoy.
"I was thinkin’, we might play." McCoy gestured at the 3D Chess set on the table. “I’ve been… practising."
"You believe that you can beat me?"
McCoy smirked. “Probably not."
Spock’s eyes narrowed as he sat down across from him. “Then what would be the purpose of playing?"
McCoy shrugged. “Perhaps we could make it more interesting, then?"
Leonard McCoy reluctantly obeys a summons from the captain. MU. Mirror Spock/Mirror McCoy Rated: PG
Reflections of a great love.