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A/N- I am so sorry, guys! I stopped writing the story without having ended it.. ='(
Well, here's an ending for you..

Lieutenant Uhura gasped. Kirk - he's running!

Yes, quite obviously, the Captain was running. That was possibly the most illogical thing that he could have done in the circumstances. Spock saw that the Captain was unarmed, and all the Romulans had phasers. Plus there was the fact that the Captain had this new disease, and was not in his right mind. If only he had been born a Vulcan ...

By the love of Pancakes... the Doctor whispered as he watched the Captain make a mad dash for the turbolift,I hope he makes it.

The Turbolift's doors swished open, and for a second Spock thought that the Captain had at least a 87% chance of leaving the ship alive. But then he saw that there was someone waiting on the other side of the door. A Romulan. His phaser was pointed right at the Captain's neck.

And, suddenly, Spock felt himself jumping out of the ventilation system.

What am I doing? This ... is .. illogical! There is no reason why the Captain must remain alive! There is a 99.9534261 chance that I will die here -

In a quick second Spock had pushed all the logic that was pulling at his mind away, and pulled out his phaser. The Captain is my friend. I must save my friend.

The Romulan disappeared in a flash of yellow and green. At least that is over with. Then Spock turned around.

Behind him stood 14 fully armed Romulans, all pointing their phasers right at the Captain and Spock. There is only a 0.00000000026 chance that I will live, and it is much less than that for the Captain.

The only thing that could save the Captain now was an act made out of pure illogic. And, not surprisingly, one came.

It's name was Koloth.

he said, easily squeezing out of the air vent. My name is Koloth, and I'm a Klingon.

In an instant, all of the Romulans had swiveled around, away from the Captain, to face Koloth. You're dead, Klingon! one of them spat.

Oh, no I'm not! he grinned, poking the Romulan nearest him. In a second, the Romulan's face distorted.

Of course, the Captain thought, this mysterious disease spreads by touch!

Hey, Klingon! the Captain shouted, poke all of them, will you?

A few of the Romulans turned back to face Kirk. He gulped. It would take a miracle to save him now.

Luckily, he had one in his pocket.

Captain Kirk, you will die! one of the Romulan Ensigns declared. Now was his chance.

With a swift movement of his hand, he had pulled a piece of meatloaf from his pocket and thrown it into the Romulan's open mouth.

The Ensign began coughing and choking. What ... is ... this .. poison??

The Captain grinned. Meatloaf flavored like an obscure Scottish dish. Works every time!

He glanced over his shoulder. The strange Klingon was infecting all of the other officers, and many lay paralyzed on the floor. Ah, yes, the world was in his hands again. And out of the corner of his eye he spotted the Enterprise coming towards the ship.

Everything is going to be all right.

The Captain sighed. Now that he was back on the Enterprise, he was very tired. I'd really go for a nice cold glass of wine right about now, he thought.

As if reading his thoughts, Spock entered the room. Captain, I believe that I have fixed the replicator's problems.

Thank you, Spock. Replicator, I'd like -

Thank you for your order! The replicator shouted in an overly excited voice. Something popped out.

Do I dare look? the Captain wondered out loud.

Sitting on the replicator tray were pancakes.

Kirk yelled down the hall,THE REPLICATOR WON'T GIVE ME ANYTHING BUT PANCAKES!!!

McCoy's voice came from one of the doors,

END

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