A/N: The inspiration struck me randomly while prepping for a research paper xD. Also, I'm messing around, so it's best not to take this too seriously (also, don't be upset that I can't do accents and therefore don't try xD). I do not own Star Trek.

"Captain?" A worried Scottish voice asked, as four shouts of pain were heard over the communicators. He immediately commanded the transporter room to beam up the Captain's coordinates, along with Mr. Spock, Dr. McCoy, and Lieutenant Greschen. The group had been sent down to investigate a new alien species that showed some promise. Although it seemed that all did not go according to plan (when does it ever really?) Scotty hoped the consequences weren't too bad.

"Uhh, sir?"

"Yes, Lieutenant?"

"You may want to come down-"

"Lieutenant, he will want to immediately 'come down'." A familiar voice stated. Scotty froze, as he recognized the tone of Mr. Spock, but it was definitely not right.

That realization only quickened his departure from the Bridge.

"What the devil-" He started at the sight. The four of them stood in the center of the room gazing around transfixed on their surroundings. Not only was Greschen's uniform multiple sizes too big for her, Captain Kirk's pristine uniform was much too baggy, while the sleeves of Dr. McCoy's hung over his elbows, and Spock's pristine uniform was an atypical lopsided mess.

"How in the name of Scotch are we gonna fix this?"

"Who are you?" A Georgian drawl piped up, as McCoy crossed his arms and glared at up. Scotty might've been intimidated if it wasn't for the fact that he was stil shell-shocked by the whole kit and caboodle.

"Illogical." Was Spock's only response to the whole thing, but the normal calm affect of his voice was ruined by the fact that it sounded much higher than normal.

A few hours and several headache-inducing questions ("What exactly does my rank mean?" "Why are humans so imprecise in their measurements?" "Who are we supposed to be again?" "Where's the grub?") and Scotty figured out what had happened: on their arrival to the planet the native aliens wanted to probe the minds of the latest invaders. Consequently, that meant looking through memories too which caused the de-aging process.

How to get them back was another migraine altogether. Starfleet was not happy with the recent developments aboard the Enterprise but there seemed to be no other way them to let them wait it out naturally and find some sort of cure in the process. Talking to the planet inhabitants wasn't completely out of the question, however, Scotty didn't want to risk even further de-aging just yet.

There was a slight bright side to this situation: seeing everyone in their child form was quite adorable, to the point where the crew was almost disheartened to have to turn them back, especially Spock.

The little Vulcan had taken to being a child once more with a curious light. He let brief emotions past his face (evidently not quite able to control himself just yet) and got to experience a new type of childhood that was certainly different than his previous one. He was still cautious and guarded but certainly to a lesser extent than he was as an adult. Anyone who had thought him a heartless robot immediately changed their tune at the sight of child-Spock. The same statements and words no longer had a cold, aloof feel to them when they were at least an octave higher.

Amanda, of course, got many photos of the whole thing.

A/N: Like I said,a rather short drabble xD. While I was inspired by the wonderful fanfiction in which Kirk (and then later Spock in its sequel) reverted back to childhood, this was not meant to copy or anything of the sort. There are plot holes probably, and most likely grammar mistakes I didn't catch, but this was just a distraction for me that hopefully some of you enjoyed :)