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A/N: just some "missing scenes" from various TOS eps. Probably with too much emphasis on Spock. Some swear words included.

1. Incarcerated ("Bread and Circuses")

In the light of their impending execution, rest was an imperative he should have been able to task himself with fulfilling. Instead, he once again became a battlefield of conflicting instincts that Dr. McCoy mistook for 'emotions'. Those he could squash in a heartbeat. Being taken prisoner, divided from their leader and left with a weaker than himself ally, evolution herself demanded he stand sentry.

His cellmate sneezed.

'Think you can laser it out with a look?'

Spock glanced from the grate to the Doctor. There was no logical rationale for evolution to demand the same from McCoy, unless she'd suddenly embraced Darwinism at its most primitive and moved to culling out the least fit.

Despite McCoy's latest typically ill-timed outburst, he found he disagreed.

'My eyes do not have the ability to emit and concentrate the required energy.'

'Could have fooled me.' And here Spock was very, very tempted to interrupt. 'Listen, what I said before...'

'You do not have to apologise,' Spock said with equanimity he'd be proud of if he weren't a Vulcan.

McCoy coughed.

'Apologise, yeah. Just - forget it.'

Spock turned his head towards what he privately considered the universe's worst joke at his expense, bumping it a little on the rough-hewn flagstone.

'Either I have been spoiled by overseeing a department of humans simplifying scientific data into debatable hypotheses, or you are even less coherent than is your usual wont, but I am at a loss as to how to interpret this utterance.'

'Don't let me guess,' McCoy grumbled. 'Here; take a mat. The floor is cold. And I don't want to have to treat you for a cold you could have avoided in the first place,' he added as an afterthought.

'It smells.'

'So do we.'

'I have not, nor do I wish to, acquire the aroma of various bodily fluids expelled by the previous users of this item.'

McCoy buried his nose in the crook of his elbow, but then his hand flopped back, narrowly missing Spock's scalp.

'Goddamit, Spock! That's a moot point, and you know it.'

'Has it occurred to you, Doctor, that our position is an enviable one?' Spock asked at length. His answer was a ready snort.

'Enviable? Are you out of your Vulcan mind? Again?'

Spock narrowed his eyes. His pre-executionary calmness was slipping in the face of such blatant distrust.

'Think of it,' he looked upwards at the scowling face. In a way, he preferred the complete and unabridged McCoy to a repentant one. 'We breached, or shall have breached, the Prime Directive through no choice of ours; the natives at this point are as close to discovering the warp speed as can, or can not, be desired; the disappearance of S.S. Beagle and the fate of her crew are finally explained.'

'I'm thrilled,' lied McCoy. 'We are in a cell, about to be killed, together, Jim can be dead already, a Starfleet Captain betrayed his oath, and you're saying it could be worse.'

Spock wiped the spit from his eyebrow.

'There are degrees to which the Directive can be violated. For example, whatever Mr. Scott comes up with as a means to extract us from here, he will again demonstrate a starship's power to the local people. The power they will desire for themselves. And if one were to project, tentatively, the Terran mode of imperial development onto the present situation...'

'They grow larger and larger until they collapse. I doubt we shall live long enough for this one to reach its timely demise, though, so unless you propose a coup...'

'Doubtless we won't; imagine, however, an empire, consisting of a single planet, sending ships into space and meeting Federation, Klingons, perhaps Romulans.'

'Hell.'

'Indeed. A volatile combination, and one that Starfleet command has to be warned against as soon as possible; we do not know what information Merrick has betrayed to them.'

McCoy stood up, walked to the grate and tried, half-heartedly, to 'test the strength of the door'. When it didn't budge, he walked back and threw Spock a mat from the pile.

'Come on. What's some urine compared to a galactic war?'