Doctor McCoy sat at his desk in sickbay, absent mindedly toying with a scanner. He grinned at the results. His child still was doing just fine, although any thing less would defiantly have been a surprise. He'd only been running scans every two minutes since he found out.
McCoy once again tried to figure out how in the world he'd gotten pregnant, but to no avail. He sighed, and turned to another pad, scanning the surgery. Apparently, male pregnancies were not as uncommon as one might think. Although, the surgery for birthing still looked painful and stupid.
He heard a shuffle from the other room and quickly rose. On his way out of the cramped office he grabbed a Hypo. Loading it chock full of sedative he rounded the corner.
The human Spock greeted him, "Hi Doctor." He smiled, "I was wondering if you could do a favor for me?"
Doctor McCoy glared, "Get back on the bed." He said, brandishing the Hypo, "Now. You and he are not allowed to be awake until we figure out what happened to you."
"That's what I need the favor for." He said smiling and taking a step forward. "I just think we should talk to the captain, Jim'll be able to figure something out. And I just don't see why we need to be sedated."
McCoy took a step back, holding the Hypo at arms length, "We still don't know what you're doing here, and we don't know which the real Spock is."
Spock took a step forward. "Neither of us are the 'real' Spock. We are both halves of a whole. Without the other we don't function properly. Doctor put the Hypo down; it's loaded with enough sedative to kill."
Doctor McCoy looked down and the Hypo and in that moment Spock leapt forward and pushed him to the ground. He tore the Hypo from his hands and pressed it to the Doctor neck.
"Next time," He hissed, "Don't listen to your enemy."
He hauled the unconscious Doctor to his feet and swung him over one shoulder. He paused briefly to pick up a handheld phaser from the Doctors desk. He laid McCoy gently on one of the Biobeds and turned to the Vulcan Spock. He snatched up another Hypo and filled it with another substance. He placed against the Vulcans neck and a soft hiss told him the Hypo had done its job.
He ran a mini scanner over him just to be sure. Yep, Spock was going to be out for another twelve hours at least, and would now wake with a killer headache. He picked the Doctor up again and shifted the phaser to his right hand. After a brief pause he let out a satanic grin and walked out the sickbay doors.
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Authors Notes: I forgot to mention, but you probably figured it out by now, this is a kind of sequel to "A Little Piece of Irony" But you need not have read that one to get this one.