Not mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers
all mistakes are mine
As far as bad days went, this was not the worst. Ok so James T. Kirk wanted nothing better than to throw his insides up right now, Spock and Nyota were practically at war with one another, and Bones was freaking out about the dog statue that had electrocuted him and was currently making him want nothing better than to throw his insides up. Things could be worse. Bones had left him in a private side room and told him to sleep. Yeah right, as if. There was a bathroom attached to this room, but the doc had provided a bucket in case he not make it to the toilet in time. Along with the bucket came the strict instructions to call for him if anything changed. Rolling onto his side Jim tried to sleep.
It must have worked, for that when he opened his eyes next, Jim didn't feel sick at all, he did however, feel very small, like the room had grown bigger around him. Pushing himself upright, he felt as if something was wrong, so looking down he saw his... paws? Dread creeping up on him, he twisted around and saw; yes he did in fact now have a tail. What the hell? How exactly did he turn into a dog? Thinking it was time to call McCoy in for back up, Jim tried to call out for him, but all that came out was a strangled whimper. Panicking, Jim jumped off the bed and tried to open the door, only to discover that he was far too small to reach the controls, even on his hind legs. For the next hour he whined and scratched at the door, seriously what else was he supposed to do, and attempted barking, which was pitiful at best. There was no way he was making enough noise for someone to hear, and to make matters worse, his tiny puppy bladder was full and he was locked in. Even more worrying, his mind seemed to be warring with dog-like instincts.
Don't tell me I'm going to start thinking like a dog too, he begged silently.
Caught in indecision, he stood there in the middle of the room fighting the urge to simply raise his leg while attempting to convince himself to simply bark loud enough for Bones to hear and come help him. Eventually something broke, or rather burst, and a rapidly growing pool of urine covered the floor beneath him.
Bones is going to kill me.
And yet he could not make himself move. He was filled with shame and embarrassment over what he had done, while scared that he was going to be in trouble for it, even though it was not his fault. Jim didn't know how long he stood there before he heard movement behind the door and looked up at a very shocked McCoy. Abandoning reason, Jim followed his instincts and shot into the corner, under a table. McCoy stared for another minute before backing out, calling for Spock and locking Jim in on his own again.
