A "Wee" bit of a problem
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Chapter three
Mr. Spock had to slow his steps to accommodate his small captain. 'No,' he thought, 'this is not my captain. It is just a small, innocent, prepubescent child, who will one day grow into my rude, disrespectful captain. Although, he does not appear to be overly rude or disrespectful at this age. I will reserve judgment at this time. '
Spock noted that, though everyone who passed by in the corridor was gawking at the child, he did not seem to care. His shyness evaporated the minute they left the transporter room. His little head swiveled right, left, up and down, as he processed everything he saw, Spock had to admire the child's curiosity. There did not seem to be any mental impairment due to the de-aging process..
He looked the child over as he literally bounced down the corridor. He appeared to be physically fit as well. Thinking to check the child's memory, Spock asked, "James, do you know where you are?"
"I think so, Mr. Spot. This is a federation starship, isn't it, sir?" he answered Spock, as they entered the turbolift.
Spock's eyebrow went up, "Sickbay," he commanded as he pushed a button in the turbolift. "Yes, it is. How did you come to that conclusion?" he queried.
"I rec'nized the starfleet 'mblems," he stated proudly. "Pretty smart huh? Sam says I'm smart, too smart for my own good. Guess that means I'm super smart. Is Sam here too? Why are we going to sickbay? I'm not sick. Am I talkin' too much? I can stop, if ya want me to. Where's mom? Did she send for us? Is she in sickbay?" For a moment, he looked panicked, "She's not sick is she? Is that why you brought me here?" Spock barely shook his head no, when the child was distracted by a female crewmen entering the lift, who smiled at him. "Ooo, look. That lady is pretty!" The boy then flashed her a big smile.
'Hmm,' Spock thought, 'perhaps not so innocent.'
"I don't 'member mom sending for us. I'm not in trouble, am I? Which ship is this? Does it go fast? Wow, this lift is fast," he exclaimed as they exited the turbolift on deck seven. "I like fast ships. I've been on a starship before, ya know. Captain Chris took me on one once, to s'prise mom for Christmas. Only, I don't think she thought it was a good idea. She yelled at Chris. Is she gonna think me bein here is a good idea, Mr. Spot?"
They had come to sickbay and the doors were open. Dr. McCoy was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, awaiting their arrival, having been notified of the transporter mix up by Mr. Scott. He had heard the small voice chattering as they approached and was listening to the tail end of the conversation with a smirk on his face, enjoying watching Spock deal with this pint-sized ball of energy.
A small James Kirk was now looking up at Spock expectantly.
Spock turned and looked at the little face. It took him a moment to order his thoughts. The child was obviously worried, brows pulled together, as he awaited Spock's reply. Spock took a deep breath and addressed the child's questions in chronological order. "No, Sam is not here. You are going to sickbay, purely, as a precautionary measure. Yes, you speak excessively, but no, you do not need to restrict your loquacity for me. I would assume your mother is on her posted starfleet ship, she is not in sickbay. As far as I know, she is not ill. She did not send for you. You came here by way of a transporter malfunction. Yes, Ensign Phillips would be considered attractive by human standards. Whether you are in trouble or not, is debatable. This is the USS Enterprise. Yes, it goes very fast, although right now, we are in orbit around a planet, Sestis IV. Finally, no, in my estimation, I do not think your mother would consider you being here - a good idea. I, myself, am unquestionably undergoing a certain amount of reluctance with the situation."
By the time Spock had finished, the child's bottom lip was trembling and tears were filling his eyes.
"Spock, you have all the sensitivity of a rock!" McCoy yelled at him, startling the child from his pending breakdown.
"Doctor, I was simply answering the child's inquiries."
"Can't you see he's traumatized? He needs comfort, not Vulcan logic!"
"Are you suggesting that I should withhold information from the child?"
"No, just don't be so brutally honest with the information."
Jimmy's little head swiveled back and forth watching the two adults arguing. He immediately zeroed in on McCoy's sympathy. When they finally stopped arguing and looked at him, obviously for signs of trauma, Jimmy calculatingly turned to the doctor and burst into tears.
Spock's eyes squinted slightly, as he observed the child's behavior.
McCoy scooped the wailing child up protectively, his fatherly instincts at the forefront. He was glaring at Spock as he cradled the child's head against his shoulder. "See what you did?" he accused. "Shh, don't cry, it's all right. Don't let that hobgoblin upset you. How about I check you over to make sure you're all right and then we get you a big bowl of ice cream. I bet I can guess your favorite flavor. Would you like that?"
Jimmy sniffled and nodded his head.
"All right then. Let's go get you fixed up," McCoy said, giving Spock one last glare.
As Spock watched the doctor walk off, still cradling the child against his shoulder, Jimmy lifted his head, looked pointedly at Spock and stuck out his tongue.
Spock's eyebrows shot up as he was forced to reconsider his earlier observation, "This is definitely my captain."
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