A/N: I swear I am not dead. Just in summer school. So I went ot Trek Convention and got myself all inspired. *claps at self* I love cons. Okay, this chapter will suck. Badly, but it's where all the stuff that needs to happen... well, almost happens. Kinda.
"Y'know, we never did get to go to White Spot."
Silence came to that, because they (Kirk, Spock and the entire enterprise craw) were being nice to He-Whose-Genetic-traits-were-changing or McCoym they were taking to Slow Way to the Enterprice (read: shuttlecraft, ugly, smelly, mildew-y shuttlecraft. MCCoy was randomly pointing things out (he's observant today), Kirk was being tolerant and stuff, and Spock, having finished IT had started reading Carrie. Spock was having a bit of a Stephen King reading-fest.Some stroke of luck had led him to a secret compartment in the Enterprise housing a whole lot (for lack of better words) of old-type paperback books.
"You notice that? You're being turned into a Vulcan and you have to point out that we didn't go to White Spot?"
McCoy sighed, and glared and was very human.
"Must you consistanly remind me of that? I am patiently trying to forget that and hopefully it will all go away." He grumbled. He reached a hand up and lightly poked at his ear and winced. They were slowly reshaping themselves to be pointed, his hair was slowly and subtley turning darker, his complexion was begining to match Spocks and his eyebros were.. umm... pointing upwards slowly. (Sorry, how the hell to you describe those eyebrows?) So and almost Spock, but still McCoy was glaring at the Captain. Kirk shuddered.
"That is just too creepy."
"What?!"
"You look like.. like.. if you and Spock ever managed ot cross-breed. That's what you look like."
"And that is... ahh... 'creepy'?"
That was Spock, he had pried himself out of his book, just long enough to cath that last line. He was confused, shocked and curious if that's what the offspring, the spawn, the result, rather, of that experament would look like.
"Well, not creepy as... unusual." Was the clever reply of Kirk. He was flustered, he had no idea what he was talking about and he was about ot get the third degree from the most thoughtful, smart adn logical mind he had ever met. Oh he was screwed.
But the expected third degree never came. Spock had handed McCoy his copy of IT and they were reading. Kirk wasn't entirely certain how that worked, but IT was supposedly a book about some homicidal clown, McCoy was sure to enjoy it. Spock looked over the top of his book.
"I am taking Dr. McCoy to Vulcan. To make sure this... trasition goes well, to at least partically trained in the ways of Vulcans and of course to see if we can't keep him looking slightly like himself, begining to look too much like me might be... distressing for him."
"You're suddenly so... considerate Spock, should I be worried?" McCoy asked, not looking up from his book. Some poor child just had his arm ripped off. Ooh goody.
"No. I am just concerned that the... shock for you might be too great for you to handle. I have never seen a case like this where the.. victim hasn't lost his or her mind."
"Y'know, we never did get to go to White Spot."
Silence came to that, because they (Kirk, Spock and the entire enterprise craw) were being nice to He-Whose-Genetic-traits-were-changing or McCoym they were taking to Slow Way to the Enterprice (read: shuttlecraft, ugly, smelly, mildew-y shuttlecraft. MCCoy was randomly pointing things out (he's observant today), Kirk was being tolerant and stuff, and Spock, having finished IT had started reading Carrie. Spock was having a bit of a Stephen King reading-fest.Some stroke of luck had led him to a secret compartment in the Enterprise housing a whole lot (for lack of better words) of old-type paperback books.
"You notice that? You're being turned into a Vulcan and you have to point out that we didn't go to White Spot?"
McCoy sighed, and glared and was very human.
"Must you consistanly remind me of that? I am patiently trying to forget that and hopefully it will all go away." He grumbled. He reached a hand up and lightly poked at his ear and winced. They were slowly reshaping themselves to be pointed, his hair was slowly and subtley turning darker, his complexion was begining to match Spocks and his eyebros were.. umm... pointing upwards slowly. (Sorry, how the hell to you describe those eyebrows?) So and almost Spock, but still McCoy was glaring at the Captain. Kirk shuddered.
"That is just too creepy."
"What?!"
"You look like.. like.. if you and Spock ever managed ot cross-breed. That's what you look like."
"And that is... ahh... 'creepy'?"
That was Spock, he had pried himself out of his book, just long enough to cath that last line. He was confused, shocked and curious if that's what the offspring, the spawn, the result, rather, of that experament would look like.
"Well, not creepy as... unusual." Was the clever reply of Kirk. He was flustered, he had no idea what he was talking about and he was about ot get the third degree from the most thoughtful, smart adn logical mind he had ever met. Oh he was screwed.
But the expected third degree never came. Spock had handed McCoy his copy of IT and they were reading. Kirk wasn't entirely certain how that worked, but IT was supposedly a book about some homicidal clown, McCoy was sure to enjoy it. Spock looked over the top of his book.
"I am taking Dr. McCoy to Vulcan. To make sure this... trasition goes well, to at least partically trained in the ways of Vulcans and of course to see if we can't keep him looking slightly like himself, begining to look too much like me might be... distressing for him."
"You're suddenly so... considerate Spock, should I be worried?" McCoy asked, not looking up from his book. Some poor child just had his arm ripped off. Ooh goody.
"No. I am just concerned that the... shock for you might be too great for you to handle. I have never seen a case like this where the.. victim hasn't lost his or her mind."