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"What happened?" I came more fully into the room.

Jim looked up from the screaming bundle in his arms, "Apparently this is what happened to the other scientists."

I drew closer and peered down at the bundle. Pointed ears, greenish skin, almond eyes...yes it was Spock, just a baby Spock. Wow...now that's weird.

"Um that's all well and good but how did Spock become so tiny?"

Jim winced, obviously not accustomed to screaming children. Before I could protest he thrust the baby at me. Almost immediately the crying stopped and the baby, I can't think of this thing as Spock, started cooing. I looked up to see Jim shaking his head. I shrugged and began to bounce the baby in my arms. Suddenly the rest of the away team beamed aboard, Mac in tow. None of them were babies, thank goodness. I'm sure Mac was one surly baby.

"Well?" Jim questioned as soon as they began to step down from the pad.

"Apparently those damned aliens used some kind of device to turn Spock and the others into children. They refuse to change them back. At least not until we comply with their wishes." Mac came closer and drew a tricorder over Spock. "He's healthy and stable, just a baby."

"I can see that." Jim ran a hand through his hair. "What do they want from us?"

"I don't know. They disappeared before I could ask, and since I didn't really want any more of us to end up in diapers again, I got the hell out of there."

Jim nodded, "Understandable." He hit the com link. "Sulu put us in standard orbit around the planet. Uhura contact Starfleet and tell them about our situation."

I heard two "yes sirs" then Jim let go of the button and turned to stare at me and the now sleeping, and drooling, Spock.

"I don't know how long this will take," from the tone of his voice I knew he was about to say something I probably wouldn't like, "but can you take care of him while we try to figure this out?"

I felt liquid on my arm and looked down to see that Spock had turned his head and was now drooling directly on my forearm. Lovely.

"Um sure, I don't see why not. I've always wanted to babysit a baby Vulcan." I smiled up at both Mac and Jim, trying to ease the tension. "Do we need to make up special formula for him or something? I haven't the foggiest what baby Vulcan's eat."

That moved Mac into action. He quickly ushered me from the room. It took another hour or so to gather all the supplies I'd need to hole up in my room with Spock. While I went about "babyifying" my room Mac researched Vulcan babies. Of course there was little to no information on that subject; it basically said Vulcans were at some point in time babies. Thanks, that was helpful computer. As soon as Spock woke up he started screaming again and Mac did his best to quiet him. However, it seemed that only I had the "touch." Funny. Of all people to fixate on, he had chosen me.

"Call if you need anything."

I looked up from Spock, who was sucking so desperately at the make-shift bottle you'd think he'd never eaten a day in his life. Mac hovered near the doorway, obviously uncomfortable. I smiled and nodded.

"I got this Mac. I am not totally incompetant with children."

He looked relieved and quickly left to see if he could help Jim. When I looked down at Spock I found him staring back at me. He looked so cute! Then the cuteness factor disappeared when I suddenly found my chest covered in burp-up.

Fourteen hours later and I was ready to shoot baby Spock out of an airlock. Were human babies this fussy? Maybe. I wouldn't know. I'd never really been around them. But in any case baby Spock didn't like it when I held him sitting down, he preferred me bouncing him around the room. He didn't like having his diaper changed. He didn't like it when the formula wasn't at a certain temperature. He certainly hadn't liked the temperature in my room earlier so I'd had to increase it to such a level that now I was almost soaking with sweat. He only went to sleep when I sang to him and woke up almost immediately when I stopped. He didn't like it when I tried to sleep; he didn't like it when I tried to eat. He loved burping up on me, he adored peeing on me, he got quite the kick out of pooping on me. In all, I really was quite glad that I didn't have children and I didn't forsee myself having any in the near future. Especially not when I find myself staring at the pillow beside me with images of murder in my mind at the sound of yet another piercing scream from Spock.

As I picked him up and plugged the bottle into his mouth I heard my door chirp. I croaked out a response. I must have looked pretty bad because when Jim came close enough he looked fairly concerned.

"Are you okay Brenna?" He looked between my haggard face to the fairly content Spock.

"Of course. I'm keeping myself going with the knowledge that hopefully soon I can tease Spock with the fact that I had to change his diapers." I looked pleadingly at Jim. "Please tell me you have some good news."

"We have at least contacted the aliens again and they have agreed to meet with us. However they have still not yet given us their demands nor have they agreed to returning Spock and the others to their original state." He came closer. "Are you sure you're all right Brenna?"

I chuckled, "I haven't slept more than three hours in the past twelve hours. I've been puked, peed, and pooped on. I haven't had a proper meal in nearly a day. This child refuses to be happy with anything it seems, and I swear if all Vulcan children are like this I'm surprised they survive infancy."

Despite the discomfort that was obvious on his face and in his tense shoulders, Jim sat down on the bed beside me. "Why don't you go clean up, eat something, then catch a few moments of sleep? I'll see if Christine will be willing to look after him for a while."

I nearly fell over in relief. After I passed the now sleeping Spock into his awkward arms I placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Consider this practice."

He frowned, "Very funny Brenna. Now off you go before I change my mind."

I pratically ran into the bathroom.

"Brenna."

I moaned.

"Brenna, I need to go on shift now."

I heard the whimpering of a child and moaned again.

"Please Brenna. I can't be late. Dr. McCoy needs me to help him in the lab."

Now I didn't know if the whimpering was just from the child or from me as well. However despite my exhaustion I rolled over and sat up. Christine stood by my bed, holding Spock close to her chest, a bag of his supplies at her feet.

"How long have I been out?"

"Oh about six hours. He's been an angel." She carefully handed him over to me.

I raised my eyebrows, "An angel? Bloody hell he's the very devil with me."

She chuckled as she pulled out the bottle and burp cloth and set them nearby. She pressed a quick kiss to the top of Spock's head before bidding us goodbye. I looked back down at the now fully alert child and frowned.

"Are you going to be an angel with me too?"

His answering bellow was not surprising. I endured another eight hours of his "angelic" presence before Mac came and relieved me. The aliens had agreed to return all the scientists and Spock to their original form and in return they wanted the scientists to vacate the planet and to have the planet put on the "do not return" list for Starfleet. Given there was no other way to get Spock back to normal form, other than letting him grow-up all over again, Jim agreed. All was taken care of in little over four hours and I was one of the first to greet Spock upon his return.

"So," to followed him out into the corridor, Jim and Mac trailing behind, "do you remember anything from your alien-induced childhood?"

Spock tipped his head to the side, "I had the brain of a child Miss Jones, it is unlikely that I was able to process the events and commit the to memory in such a way that I could recall them now."

"I was afraid of that."

"Would I be mistaken in noting a disappointed tone in your voice Miss Jones?"

"Yes you would Mr. Spock."

"Why are you disappointed Miss Jones?"

I sighed, "Because now guilt trips won't work."

Mac chuckled, as did Jim. Spock raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'guilt trip?"

"I had to change your diapers, endure drool, pee, poop, and puke, and put up with your picky, fussy, screaming antics for hours on end. I was hoping you'd remember at least a little so I could be satisfied with at least a little guilt trip."

"My transition into childhood was an unforseen event for which none of us were prepared. Your assistance in the care of myself is appreciated Miss Jones." He suddenly looked a little odd. "I was unaware of my 'fussy' nature."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that you were a fussy baby?" I certainly would've.

He shook his head, "No. She always told me I was 'a perfect angel.'" When Jim and Mac laughed and I hung my head Spock continued. "I questioned her on the meaning of this but she only used emotional human terms and at the time I could not understand her meaning. Does being 'fussy' entail angelic behavior then?"

"Hell no it doesn't." I winced at my adament reply. "It just means she loved you a whole heck of a lot more than I do to be able to put up with all that."

"That is understandable Miss Jones. She was after all, my mother."

I smiled, "Thank goodness I'm not. You're mother was an angel for putting up with all that."

There was a pause before Spock replied, "Does that mean she was 'fussy' as well?"

Jim and Mac left me to explain the difference between fussiness and angels.