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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.
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?"
A first time PWP concerning shore leave on a certain ball o mud somewhere in the Alpha Quadrant. I prequel (of sorts) to "The Day You Went Away