It all started with Scotty. He had come into engineering in a exceptionally good mood (no doubt thanks to the excellent care Nurse Chapel had been giving him, inside the med bay and out), a skip in his step and a smile on his face. He began working with even more enthusiasm than normal, humming and dancing from place to place. Within minutes, his humming had changed to singing, starling more than a few of the engineering staff.

I feel pretty

Oh so pretty

I feel pretty and witty and gay!

His rich brogue carried across engineering, much to the amusement of his staff. Within minutes, they were joining in, singing and laughing and dancing as they went about their work. This was the scene Chekov walked in on. The Russian was confused momentarily, but upon hearing Scotty's cries of, "Join us Laddie!", laughed and joined in.

I feel stunning

And entrancing

Feel like running

And dancing for joy

Everyone swayed at the Russian's strong tenor filled the room. And thus, the single more insane event Dr. Lenard McCoy had ever witnessed began.

Chekov was humming when he came back from his trip to engineering. Captain James T. Kirk wasn't sure what was wrong with his Navigator, but seeing as Sulu wasn't concerned, he shrugged it off. If it was anything bad, Sulu would be a hot mess right about now. "Welcome back Ensign. Enjoy your trip?" Kirk smirked from his seat. Chekov froze and ceased his humming as he got into his seat with a flush. "Yes Keptin."

"Right. Mr. Spock, how are we doing?"

"Everything appears to be in order, Captain." Spock said monotonously. Everyone settled into place as the Bridge Staff fell into their role. It wasn't until halfway through the shift that it began. Chekov, unknowingly, started it with two simple sentences sung in his lilting tenor.

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Everyone turned to him in surprise, not expecting him to start singing. Spock went to shush him, but Kirk held up a hand, silently telling his first officer to let the Ensign be. Chekov was leaning boredly into his palm, obvious to everyone staring at him.

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality

Sulu smiled at his friend and joined in, much to the surprise of the whole crew. Chekov smiled at him, the two harmonizing effortlessly.

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

Everyone was too busy staring at the two that they didn't notice Uhura take a deep breath.

I'm just a poor girl, I need no sympathy

Her voice was rich and deep, full of emotion as she glared at Kirk, who winked at her. She rolled her eyes, ignoring her idiot of a captain.

Because I'm easy come, easy go

A little high, little low

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Because I'm easy come, easy go

A little high, little low

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooo

Didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine

Body's aching all the time

Goodbye everybody - I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)

I don't want to die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me

Gallileo, Gallileo,

Gallileo, Gallileo,

Gallileo Figaro – magnifico

Most of the Bridge Crew had joined in at this point, much to Spock's confusion. He looked at the Captain, expecting him to stop this display of emotions, but he was disappointed as the Captain stood up on his chair (that was not good conduct of a Starfleet Captain, Spock scoffed in his mind) and decided to join in.

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me!

The crew automatically turned towards him and joined in, a look of surprise and amusement on their faces as they answered.

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come easy go - will you let me go

Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go

Will not let you go - let me go (never)

Never let you go - let me go

Never let me go - ooo

No, no, no, no, no, no, no -

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

for me

for me

No one expected Chekov and the Captain to hit that note, but then again, no one expected to be singing Bohemian Rhapsody on the Bridge either. But nothing could prepare them for what happened next.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

So you think you can love me and leave me to die

Oh baby - can't do this to me baby

Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Everyone turned and gaped at Spock, who was belting out the lyrics in a gritty voice full of emotion. His face, amazingly, remained neutral and his posture composed as he sang. Kirk's electric blue eyes seemed to light up at the scene. As Spock finished, the doors swung up, revealing a shocked Dr. Lenard McCoy. The CMO looked at the Vulcan with a look of disbelief and turned to Kirk. "Was the hobgoblin just singing Bohemian Rhapsody?" Kirk laughed at his friend's confusion.

"Come on Bones! Join us! We could use your southern charm in this."

"No."

"I won't let you leave until you sing something." Bones sighed, knowing a losing battled when he saw one. "Fu~ck you~" He sang as he exited the room. Kirk pouted and followed after him. "Hey! That doesn't count!"

"I sang it!" Bones yelled back. Spock looked over at Kirk, who reentered the bridge with his pout still on his face. "Captain, I believe Dr. McCoy has committed insubordination." The Vulcan stated simply. Kirk's pout morphed into a grin as he clasped the stoic man's shoulder. "No, that's just Bones being his kind, caring self." Spock was about to speak, but Kirk beat him to it. "All right, lets get back to work, shall we?"

From that day on, no one could look at Spock the same way and Dr. Lenard McCoy never listened to Bohemian Rhapsody again.