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.
