Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek.
MCCOY
I called out. He turned around.
Yes, Bones, what is it?
I just started to open my mouth when he said, If you are about to tell me how dangerous this is, you don't need to worry. I already know. That's just the price we will have to pay! Caitlin is one of our most valuable Captains, and she designed our best ships! We have to get her back! He marched off toward the Bridge.
I shook my head. Jim is crazy at times, but I've never known him to do something this dangerous before. As a last resort, I turned to Spock. Maybe he could tell the Captain to stop this crazy plan!
I found Spock in his quarters, pouring over some calculations of his. I quietly slipped in. I started. He looked up. I couldn't do it! OK, I thought, just say it! Get it over with! I continued, I need your help! I cringed on the inside. I couldn't believe what I had just done!
What can I assist you with, Doctor? Spock acted as if I hadn't done anything extremely hard or life threatening! Well, that was probably because the freak didn't have any feelings.
I tried to continue. Spock, don't you know what the Captain is doing at this very moment?
I believe he is working on a way to reverse time so he would be able to change the future. He replied calmly.
Do you know how dangerous that is? I yelled, taking all my rage out on him.
Yes, there is always a chance that something may go wrong, but by checking the calculations I have made, I do not think that much could go wrong, replied Spock.
I turned and stormed out of his quarters. He was hopeless, like he always was. I took a sleeping pill when I reached my quarters and laid down on my bed.
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I'm not sure how long I slept, but when I finally roused myself awake and walked out to the Bridge, something seemed different about everyone.
Jim called out. You finally made it! You won't believe what happened! We made it! We are now in the year 2003!
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We have to dress up like the locals, so we won't shock anyone. We don't want anyone to suspect anything, OK? Kirk ordered sternly.
When we had finally pulled on our jeans, sweatshirts, and sneakers, we were ready to go. Well, almost.
I hissed. What about Spock?
What about him? came Jim's confused reply.
Look at him! Look at his ears! What are we going to do about them?
Oh, those! Yes, that will be a problem. What do you propose we do about this serious issue, then? Jim said in mock seriousness.
Well, what if we just leave him here? I suggested. It would solve numerous problems, like his ears, and his strange behavior.
I don't think that would be a very good idea. He's my best officer! What if we covered them up? Jim bent down and picked up some white cloth.
But that would only solve one problem! I argued. He shrugged and tore off a piece of the cloth.
Here, Spock, try this on. Turning to me, he asked, Well, how does he look?
Glaring, I said, Like a pointy-eared hobgoblin trying to hide those damn ears!