a/n: Still not dead. I swear I'm gonna finish this story too. Because I swore when Istarted writing it that I would finish it. So I will.
Vulcan. Hot. Dusty. Red.
They were transported (Much to the Doctor's chargin, god I love that word.) Down to a dusty, old, gray (possibly traditional) landing...thing, and greated by a couple of Redshirt level Vulcans (read: superfluous characters *wince* bad spelling). They led them to another form of transportation (pick one, ground type) and shuttled them off to meet Spock's dad, Sarek and Spock's Grand-mummy, T'Pau. (it WAS T'Pau, right? Gods I hope so.) They were ceremonial and scary and used lots of 'thee's and 'thou's and McCoy kinda tuned them out. Tsk, tsk. McCoy agreed when they questioned him and wished he had a book to read. Finally, they left and Spock gently lead McCoy to somewhere, he wasn't sure. They passed a door labled in Vulcan, McCoy looked at it, but couldn't make it out, he had managed to forget he couldn't read Vulcan.
'How did I manage that? I've never been able to read Vulcan.' He puzzled to himself, a part of his mind bit back 'But you should be able to.'
McCoy puzzled a little more.
Spock continued to lead the almost Vulcan into a room. Thee were others in this room. Adult Vulcans, and romulans and some humans too. How odd.
"This is the Adult Vulcan Re-education Class. We will be attending it." Spock whispered to him.
"We?" McCoy whispered back, confused.
"I am going to help you." Spock replied, findingthem seats. Hard, uncomfotable seats, but seats indeed.
'A class. I'm taking a Vulcan class with Spock. Great.' he mentally muttered. 'What next?'
a/n: Alright, remember how bad things happen after someone says 'it can't get any worse than this?', well strange and possibly bad things are going to happen with the 'what next?'. I hope you enjoyed this.
Vulcan. Hot. Dusty. Red.
They were transported (Much to the Doctor's chargin, god I love that word.) Down to a dusty, old, gray (possibly traditional) landing...thing, and greated by a couple of Redshirt level Vulcans (read: superfluous characters *wince* bad spelling). They led them to another form of transportation (pick one, ground type) and shuttled them off to meet Spock's dad, Sarek and Spock's Grand-mummy, T'Pau. (it WAS T'Pau, right? Gods I hope so.) They were ceremonial and scary and used lots of 'thee's and 'thou's and McCoy kinda tuned them out. Tsk, tsk. McCoy agreed when they questioned him and wished he had a book to read. Finally, they left and Spock gently lead McCoy to somewhere, he wasn't sure. They passed a door labled in Vulcan, McCoy looked at it, but couldn't make it out, he had managed to forget he couldn't read Vulcan.
'How did I manage that? I've never been able to read Vulcan.' He puzzled to himself, a part of his mind bit back 'But you should be able to.'
McCoy puzzled a little more.
Spock continued to lead the almost Vulcan into a room. Thee were others in this room. Adult Vulcans, and romulans and some humans too. How odd.
"This is the Adult Vulcan Re-education Class. We will be attending it." Spock whispered to him.
"We?" McCoy whispered back, confused.
"I am going to help you." Spock replied, findingthem seats. Hard, uncomfotable seats, but seats indeed.
'A class. I'm taking a Vulcan class with Spock. Great.' he mentally muttered. 'What next?'
a/n: Alright, remember how bad things happen after someone says 'it can't get any worse than this?', well strange and possibly bad things are going to happen with the 'what next?'. I hope you enjoyed this.