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Spock raised an eyebrow. The humans were being oddly quiet.

Mr. Spock? Lieutenant Uhura asked after a few minutes had passed, What do we do? Obviously this disease is contagious. Pretty soon we'll all have it if we don't do something quickly.

The Lieutenant seemed to be waiting for some sort of answer from Spock. I have very little medical knowledge, Lieutenant. I am slightly perplexed at the speed that this ailment is spreading, so it is only logical that we continue on and leave the Nurse here.

Yeoman Rand spoke up, and Spock could tell from her face that she was angry. Mr. Spock, what do you think you're doing? Are you trying to kill us all? In a couple of minutes another one of us will have come down with this thing, and you'll leave them behind too! Pretty soon you'll be the only one still standing! Spock, you can't do this! It's murder! MURDER!

With that, the Yeoman dramatically paused, then fell to the ground. Spock lifted his eyebrow higher.

Has she acquired the disease, or is she merely dramatizing the situation which we are currently in? Spock wondered aloud, and was answered from the Yeoman's voice coming from the ground.

I'm dramatizing the situation. Don't worry. Coffee, anyone? She asked, standing up dizzily.

This was quite illogical. Spock had no idea how to respond to their situation, but quite obviously he was the only one who could do anything. He paused, and was aware of the others waiting expectantly for an answer. But this time he had none that was both logical and would satisfy the others. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding deeply in his ears.

This was the time. Spock would either embrace logic and be scorned by the rest of the crew - and possibly kill his Captain - or lose it entirely in order to help his fellow crew members.

Luckily, Spock did not have to make this life changing decision, as just at that moment, a distraction came. Silently, Spock sighed, but instantly was puzzled.

PANCAKES!!!! GET YOUR PANCAKES, EVERYONE!!!!Came a loud voice that was distinctively the Doctor's.

Everyone turned and searched the room, and their faces came back with a look of confusion on them.

Where's Dr. McCoy's voice coming from?Lieutenant Uhura asked, reaching a hand up to smooth out her hair,I'm hearing his voice, but I don't see him!

Spock wondered at this. He had noticed while aboard the U.S.S. Enterprise that humans had an odd habit of saying things that everyone else nearby would have known even had they not said them.

Maybe he's invisible?the Yeoman asked, laughing.

Spock raised an eyebrow at this obviously illogical statement. Yeoman, if I am correct, I believe that the sound which the Doctor has been emitting is coming from the ventilation system. Scientific law states that it is impossible for a being of any type to erase themselves from the sight of -

Spock saw that no one was paying any attention to him; instead they were focused on the vent which was placed on the ceiling of the room they were currently residing in.

Doctor McCoy? Are you up there?Lieutenant Uhura asked, peering up at the vent.

There was silence.

An answering voice responded, and it sounded as if the Doctor had somehow rid himself of the mysterious disease he had concocted. Spock raised an eyebrow, but no one else in the room seemed to think this odd.

How are you going to get down from there?Yeoman Rand asked,We have a sick patient for you down here! She said, moving closer to the vent.

How did you get up there?Lieutenant Sulu asked in wonder, as soft scratching sounds were heard.

The Doctor's head popped up into view.
The pancakes. They led me down the hall, and the next thing I knew... He began, sounding quite serious. Perhaps he had not quite finished healing yet.

It would be logical that we begin to assist the Doctor down,Spock said, watching as the humans continued to shout greetings and questions up to the Doctor.


Lieutenant Sulu nodded. That's a good idea. He turned to the Doctor. Can you get down by yourself?

At that moment, Spock heard an odd pounding noise. At first he could not place it, but very quickly he knew what it was. Feet. Romulan feet. And from the sound of it, they were heading his way.

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A/N - Hey everybody! I just noticed while reading this over that I may have the idea of ventilation systems from Tavia.... sorry Tavia!

Also, I have no idea if it's possible to tell the difference between human feet and Romulan feet... let's just say that it is.

There was something else that I was going to say here, but I forgot what it was, so it will have to wait until next chapter.

Tavia- No, it's not the meatloaf's fault... I don't think. *grins evilly*. Yeah. I know Plomik because a couple years ago I tried to learn the Vulcan Language... Unfortunately I'm still trying. It's funny, though, because now automatically when I see something I try to think what it's called in Vulcan... meaning that whenever I see a bottle of Vinegar or whatever I burst out and everyone thinks I'm crazy. =D I know! It's fun looking up stuff for stories, even if it is something like chemistry... and If I had to look up the same thing for school, I would most likely think that it was boring. Weird.

See you all next chapter!