| ...McCoy led the way into his office. He gestured at the locker where he kept the captain's favourite label brandy, but Kirk shook his head.
"I've just been watching a visual recording of Admiral Fleetwood and Chekov, taking a pleasure flight in the admiral's gig. You wouldn't know it was the same kid. He's like... everyone's favourite nephew. Yet from the moment he arrived on board the Enterprise, he was determined to be trouble..."
"Hold on," McCoy said, frowning. "What are you getting at here? He was real quiet when I first saw him. He wasn't making trouble for anyone."
"Maybe, but he's not exactly falling over himself trying to be helpful now, is he? I'm sure if the admiral had asked him to get out and push the Enterprise to Alpha Tyr, he'd have died trying. But he won't do anything for me. You'd think I was the devil trying to recruit him for eternal damnation. Somehow, I have to tap in to whatever hold Woodie had on him."
"Maybe he just liked Woodie," McCoy suggested.
"Then how do I get him to like me? Come on, Bones. This could be life and death."
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