Chapter 2

Note: Nothing belongs 2 me except this story. Not the charries. Sadly. But, I realized oddly I switched from first to 3rd person. (wow, that's embarrassing I didn't catch that in my proof reading.) Here's chapter 2!

Spock gingerly felt the soft material on the captain's bed. Everything appeared huge to him. It had never occurred that life would be so much different as a smaller version of himself. It was worrying.

Eagerly and obediently he waited for the captain to return, and although he would not by any means admit it, he was very embarrassed to look as a small, chubby child.

The door in to the quarters opened with the squealing as they always do. "Spock?" Kirk asked, looking around then jumping a little, still not used to the tiny first officer that now sat on his bed.

"Yes Captain?" he replied, awaiting an answer to this inconvenience.

"They don't know…" the captain replied to his friend. "Star base had never heard of anything along those lines in the previous testing and it seems impossible for this. The scientists are going to rerun it…Bones came in and talked a little. Maybe he can tell us more on this…dilemma." Kirk sighed.

"What if we can't get him back?" he thought frantically. "What if he's stuck being like this…oh god, what if?!"

"Captain?" Spock said, continuing to suggest Jim's anguish in his tiny voice. "I do believe although from his remarks, the good doctor would be an excellent source of information for this." Spock jumped from the bed on to the floor before realizing that he was WAY too short to reach the internal communicators.

"Um…I got it Spock." It was weird. Looking at that same, plain face as the adult Vulcan he knew on the body of a toddler…indescribably strange and creepy. "Kirk to sickbay." He punched the little button thing.

"Sickbay, McCoy here."

"Bones, could you come to my quarters?"

"I don't make house calls Jim I- It's about Spocklet isn't it?"

"Yes, it is – wait, you just said Spocklet?"

"Yea, Mini-Spock." You could hear a laugh in his voice. Kirk exhaled, glancing over at 'Spocklet', who was displeased and annoyed at the nickname. He blushed a bright green color.

"Just get over here Bones. Kirk out." The captain let go of the button and laughed nervously. "Sorry-"

"You do not need to apologize." Spock said forgivingly. Anyway, it was McCoy's nickname, not Jim's. "We just have to hope there will be a cure for this." Spock realized something. That he was bound to duty, and he might as well suggest it. "Captain, I am perfectly capable for duty." The words came out, although he did not want them to. It was awkward enough to be 2 and a half feet tall.

"Oh no you're not, Spock. If anything you're to stay in quarters. If in case there was some sort of contagion to this…disease or maybe activity does something…I don't know." Kirk sat at his desk, head in hand.

Spock was relieved a little not to go back to work, but the situation at hand was messing up his logical mindset. It was almost as if- no…no, of course not. But then again…-There was a sliding of enterprise doors as an irregularly sized Bones McCoy walking through.

"How's the little hobgoblin?" he said, still mildly amused with the situation, but becoming more and more aware of the severity of the situation.

"I assure you doctor, I am fine as to my mental health, but the pertaining of yourself is yet to be desired." He did his little expression. If you asked Bones, it was disconcerting to see the expression on a toddler, phrased almost exactly as the captain thought. "My physical is not in it's normal state as you can see."

McCoy ran the tricorder as it hummed and whirred, bringing a familiar sound to the six ears in the room. "Perfectly healthy." He shrugged.

"Perfectly? Healthy? My first officer's a little kid!" Jim was almost to the point of yelling as he said this.

"Perfectly healthy-" Bones cut in, "for a four year old Vulcan boy. I don't know Jim, the tricorder shows no cell disruption or irregular activity. He's fine as to his size. The only thing is the blood pressure to that head of yours has lessened hugely. Spock, you're sure you're thinking straight?"

Spock pondered this, unaware of rapidly beating his feet on the edge of the bed as he sat there. "Doctor, I am actually not consciously feeling and discomforts of mind, although it seems as some of my thoughts have been…" he trailed off, self-conscious of the word releasing from his mouth.

Bones smiled, knowing what was coming. "Illogical, Mr. Spock?" It felt weird calling a child 'mister.'

"Correct, doctor. Could this effect my reasoning?"

"Yup. Spock, if we don't get this fixed, you could have the brain set of a four year old. I don't know if your memory will retain when," he paused a little bit and both Jim and Spock caught on to the unsaid 'if'. "we get you back to normal size."

Spock nodded, determined, but very unsure. Looking anything but the Vulcan first officer of Starfleet. More like a small, lost, scared child. Kirk wanted to reach out to his friend, but, realizing the awkwardness of that situation made him refrain.

Kirk looked hopefully at his comrade McCoy. The fact of the matter was, they could and might lose their best friend. Bones looked at the floor as if to say, 'I'm sorry, I don't know. I just don't. I'm not McGiver.'

****More coming soon. Suggestions welcome! Hope you like it! (P.S. Should the next chapter have some Spock pov?****