Lester-within-Kirk had just experienced the frightening realization that her mind was in a losing battle against her new body's rightful owner. She reluctantly relinquished her position in the Captain's chair and ran to the temporary office of Dr. Coleman.
"The transference is weakening. What happened? For a moment, I found myself back with the prisoners. I will not go back to being Janice Lester! You must help me prevent it," she pleaded to Dr. Coleman.
"The only way to prevent the transference… is by the death of Janice Lester," he began, obviously distraught that his lover was very serious about her impending transition from a strong-willed woman to a madman. "You must carry out the execution," he reasoned.
"I can't. I can't. The crew is in mutiny," he said, suddenly appearing very desperate and weak. "You must kill her for me."
"I have done everything else for you," he said, trying miserably to assert dominance, "but I will not murder for you."
"Then do it for yourself. If Kirk doesn't die, we'll both be exposed as murderers. Does that give you any choice?" Lester-within-Kirk reasoned, as he watched the doctor's will shatter.
Without waiting for the answer he knew he would receive, he said, "The dosage should be doubly lethal."
"It is," Dr. Coleman responded in defeat. He watched Lester-within-Kirk rush from the room, and felt a sense of deep regret for all that he'd done. He had done it all for the sake of the woman who he had loved so deeply; who he was watching become a monstrous failure of a man, right before his eyes. And now, he was prepared to kill someone he'd never known personally and held no animosity against, all for the sake of this terrible woman-man who he loved so deeply.
He thought back to a time before this insane catastrophe, while the device which had facilitated these events was still in its earliest testing phases. He remembered reaching out and twisting his fingers through her wavy, golden-brown hair and marveling at how he of any would be permitted such contact with someone so exquisite. Her new form also had wavy, golden-brown hair, but had a shape that was far from womanly. He didn't want her beautiful form to leave him. He imagined the absolute pleasure of sliding his hands across her soft abdomen and up to her breasts, which were still firm and supple as if she were still a teenage girl. He grimaced as the body beneath his hands transformed into that of a healthy and well built grown man. He knew he could get used to it. He doubted he could ever learn to truly enjoy it, but he could tolerate it, because he still loved her mind strongly enough to supplant her new form.
He picked up the hypo, which contained the terminal substance that he almost wished was going to end his own life. His hands trembled as he held it. He got up and began to walk toward the door. As his arms swung by his side, the hypo flew out of his hand and smashed against the wall. He watched, almost ecstatically, as the deadly chemical dripped down the wall. Though he had no intention of breaking the hypo, he was quite thrilled that he had accidentally done so. He jumped to his medical kit and pulled out another hypo with a cartridge containing an altogether different substance. He sped out the door, anticipating the possibility of being able to hold his Janice Lester in his arms once again.
"To prevent further conspiracy, you will be removed to separate cells," Lester-within-Kirk announced to Spock and Kirk-within-Lester, "If there's any resistance, you'll be given a sedative until you learn cooperation."
Lester-within-Kirk entered the cell, and grabbed Kirk-within-Lester by the arm, yanking her away from Spock's side.
"Dr. Lester will be first," he announced, sinisterly, and shoved her in the direction of Dr. Coleman, who had just appeared in the hallway.
"Follow Dr. Coleman," he ordered.
Dr. Coleman gently grabbed her arm and led her into a cell nearby.
"I can't bring myself to kill you as I was ordered," he whispered, and before she could flee, he injected the substance into her arm. Within seconds, she became limp and fell to the ground. A guard heard her collapse, and ran to the cell.
"Call Dr. McCoy!" he yelled. Another guard ran to the intercom.
"It's no use. She's dead," said Dr. Coleman, flatly.
Lester-within-Kirk smirked as he saw Dr. McCoy fly around the corner and into the cell. He soon followed McCoy in just so he could stare in glory at the lifeless body of his former self. No longer would he have to stay trapped in that useless woman's body.
"He's right. She's dead," Dr. McCoy lifelessly stated. He held her lifeless, limp wrist between his fingers. A tear dripped down his nose as he marveled that his best friend's soul had been lost with the death of this woman.
"She's dead, Jim. That's right, she's dead!" he yelled, and then launched himself at the imposter's neck. Lester-within-Kirk merely smiled as he watched his attacker get yanked back by security.
Dr. McCoy thrashed and kicked and yelled as the guards struggled to hold him down. Soon enough, Nurse Chapel was called to the scene to administer a sedative.
"I'm sorry," she said as she bent over him to administer the injection. Within moments, Dr. McCoy was still.
Amidst the confusion, Dr. Coleman slipped out of his cell to stand next to the Captain-impostor. He looked down and winked at the doctor, who nodded back. As he watched Lester-within-Kirk stare down and gloat over the insanity he'd created, Dr. Coleman discreetly pulled a second hypo out of his back pocket. He held it behind his back for a few seconds, and then with a surge of adrenaline he jabbed it into the imposter's arm. In a moment's time, the man toppled over as though he were an unsteady column.
The guards swung around and pinned their eyes on Dr. Coleman.
"He's not dead!" he yelled in haste, "And neither is Janice. They'll both wake up in about twenty minutes."
He walked over to the guards and held his wrists out to them. "In the mean time, hold us in custody. What Mr. Spock says is true, and I can prove it. But please, take us in custody. Kirk is dangerously insane," he pleaded as a sob overcame him. He dropped to the floor in front of the guards, sobbing harder than he'd ever before. The guards picked him up and brought him back into the cell he had walked out of a moment ago.
"We will leave you in here, but Kirk will be taken to sick bay and held in restraints for observation," a guard announced.
Several stretchers were called in, and all who were subdued were carted off to sick bay. Spock followed once he was released from his cell.