Disclaimer: I forgot to do this in the first one. I don't own star trek, I
just reeeeaaaaally like it
The Really Strange Story!!!!!
Chapter Two
Moth!!!!!!!
Spock was on the bridge. The Enterprise had just received a distress call from a cargo ship near the Horsehead nebula. It was a very bad time for anyone to be acting strangely.
" Fascinating" said Spock. He was staring at a light flashing across the bridge.
"What is it, Spock?" asked Kirk.
"The light." Said Spock, "It is quite alluring."
Spock got up and walked over to the light, obviously mesmerized by it.
"Riiiight," Said Kirk.
Spock then began to wave his arms about wildly, running around in circles. He finally slumped down onto the floor, gasping for breath. " The attempted flight *gasp* did not work *pant, pant*." Spock said, clearly insane. " It is not logical. I should have been able to fly."
"Spock, are you alright?" asked Captain Kirk, clearly concerned.
"Why yes, Captain. I am in perfect health. I just cannot fly."
"And why would you be able to fly, may I ask?"
"It is logical that I would be able to fly, Captain, as I am a moth."
(A/N: dun dun.)
"You are a WHAT??!!!"
"A moth, Captain. Surely you were aware of that." said Spock calmly, as if nothing had happened that was out of the ordinary.
"Last time I checked, Spock, you were a Vulcan," Said Kirk cautiously.
"Of course, Captain, I am a Vulcan moth
"And I'm sure that is completely logical"
"Yes, it is."
"Spock?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"Go down to sick bay and have doctor McCoy check you out."
"I don't see why, but okay."
And with that, Spock left.
* * *
One Hour Later
"Well, Jim, I'm afraid Spock has Automeria," Said Doctor McCoy after examining S-pock.
"And that would be.?" said Kirk
"Moth disease, Jim. He thinks he's a moth. He is a moth, actually. He has the genes of a moth fused into his genes. God knows how that happened, but it did."
"Is there a cure?" Asked Kirk.
"Yes."
"And that would be.?"
"We have to spray him with insecticide everyday, to kill the moth. Unfortunately, it can be very tricky, as too little will have no effect, and too much could kill him as well as the moth. Unfortunately, I will have to find out how much to use, since his being a Vulcan could affect the amount of insecticide I should give him."
"You have to spray him with insecticide."
"Yes."
"Oh. I guess that's okay."
Spock, however, was not too pleased.
"But doctor, as I am a moth, it is only logical that it will kill me."
"No." said McCoy. "It will only kill the moth side of you."
"I am all moth. There is no other 'side' to me," said Spock calmly, as if he were talking about the-
"DON'T start with the weather again!!" shouted McCoy at the author.
"Ok" the author said meekly.
"Anyway," said doctor McCoy " it will not kill you, it will only make you better."
"That is not logical, Doctor." Said Spock
"Trust me."
And Spock did.
Unfortunately, the treatment wasn't strong enough, because the next day.
(In the mess hall) "Spock!" said Captain Kirk
Spock tore his eyes away from the light on the far wall "what is it, Jim?"
"Spock, you've got."
"I have what?"
"You've got WINGS!!!"
"I have always had wings, Jim"
"Ummmm."
"What is it"?
"You have antennae now, too"
"I am a moth. It is logical to assume that I would have antennae as well as wings."
"For the last time Spock, you are not a moth!"
"Simply saying something will not make it so." Said Spock, and that was that.
* * *
The Next Day
Spock took his treatment like usual in the morning, and it seemed to calm him down a bit but unfortunately, he stank
"Ugh!" said Captain Kirk, his eyes watering "Spock, what is that smell?"
"I am simply staking out my territory with the help of pheromones, Captain."
"Oh, and that's not a problem at all." Said Jim sarcastically
"Thank you for understanding, Captain." Said Spock, totally missing it
Spock then began to fly make to his quarters, getting many strange looks on the way.
Kirk sighed and sat down
* * *
Later That Day
"It worked!" shouted doctor McCoy happily. "A complete success!"
"What worked?" asked Kirk.
"The treatment! Spock is back to normal! Though that may or may not be a good thing."
"That's great! Can he return to duty?"
"Of course!"
And he did.
Meanwhile, something small and fluttery- a moth- was fly around Chekov's head.
(A/N: I'm probably not going to go on with moths, but it be funny to see a Chekov-moth.)
Thank you, i-am-bug, for pointing out the "error" in the paragraphs. I hadn't realized it, but when I uploaded the story, the paragraphs got messed and ran together. I might have realized it eventually, but it would have been a while.
The Really Strange Story!!!!!
Chapter Two
Moth!!!!!!!
Spock was on the bridge. The Enterprise had just received a distress call from a cargo ship near the Horsehead nebula. It was a very bad time for anyone to be acting strangely.
" Fascinating" said Spock. He was staring at a light flashing across the bridge.
"What is it, Spock?" asked Kirk.
"The light." Said Spock, "It is quite alluring."
Spock got up and walked over to the light, obviously mesmerized by it.
"Riiiight," Said Kirk.
Spock then began to wave his arms about wildly, running around in circles. He finally slumped down onto the floor, gasping for breath. " The attempted flight *gasp* did not work *pant, pant*." Spock said, clearly insane. " It is not logical. I should have been able to fly."
"Spock, are you alright?" asked Captain Kirk, clearly concerned.
"Why yes, Captain. I am in perfect health. I just cannot fly."
"And why would you be able to fly, may I ask?"
"It is logical that I would be able to fly, Captain, as I am a moth."
(A/N: dun dun.)
"You are a WHAT??!!!"
"A moth, Captain. Surely you were aware of that." said Spock calmly, as if nothing had happened that was out of the ordinary.
"Last time I checked, Spock, you were a Vulcan," Said Kirk cautiously.
"Of course, Captain, I am a Vulcan moth
"And I'm sure that is completely logical"
"Yes, it is."
"Spock?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"Go down to sick bay and have doctor McCoy check you out."
"I don't see why, but okay."
And with that, Spock left.
* * *
One Hour Later
"Well, Jim, I'm afraid Spock has Automeria," Said Doctor McCoy after examining S-pock.
"And that would be.?" said Kirk
"Moth disease, Jim. He thinks he's a moth. He is a moth, actually. He has the genes of a moth fused into his genes. God knows how that happened, but it did."
"Is there a cure?" Asked Kirk.
"Yes."
"And that would be.?"
"We have to spray him with insecticide everyday, to kill the moth. Unfortunately, it can be very tricky, as too little will have no effect, and too much could kill him as well as the moth. Unfortunately, I will have to find out how much to use, since his being a Vulcan could affect the amount of insecticide I should give him."
"You have to spray him with insecticide."
"Yes."
"Oh. I guess that's okay."
Spock, however, was not too pleased.
"But doctor, as I am a moth, it is only logical that it will kill me."
"No." said McCoy. "It will only kill the moth side of you."
"I am all moth. There is no other 'side' to me," said Spock calmly, as if he were talking about the-
"DON'T start with the weather again!!" shouted McCoy at the author.
"Ok" the author said meekly.
"Anyway," said doctor McCoy " it will not kill you, it will only make you better."
"That is not logical, Doctor." Said Spock
"Trust me."
And Spock did.
Unfortunately, the treatment wasn't strong enough, because the next day.
(In the mess hall) "Spock!" said Captain Kirk
Spock tore his eyes away from the light on the far wall "what is it, Jim?"
"Spock, you've got."
"I have what?"
"You've got WINGS!!!"
"I have always had wings, Jim"
"Ummmm."
"What is it"?
"You have antennae now, too"
"I am a moth. It is logical to assume that I would have antennae as well as wings."
"For the last time Spock, you are not a moth!"
"Simply saying something will not make it so." Said Spock, and that was that.
* * *
The Next Day
Spock took his treatment like usual in the morning, and it seemed to calm him down a bit but unfortunately, he stank
"Ugh!" said Captain Kirk, his eyes watering "Spock, what is that smell?"
"I am simply staking out my territory with the help of pheromones, Captain."
"Oh, and that's not a problem at all." Said Jim sarcastically
"Thank you for understanding, Captain." Said Spock, totally missing it
Spock then began to fly make to his quarters, getting many strange looks on the way.
Kirk sighed and sat down
* * *
Later That Day
"It worked!" shouted doctor McCoy happily. "A complete success!"
"What worked?" asked Kirk.
"The treatment! Spock is back to normal! Though that may or may not be a good thing."
"That's great! Can he return to duty?"
"Of course!"
And he did.
Meanwhile, something small and fluttery- a moth- was fly around Chekov's head.
(A/N: I'm probably not going to go on with moths, but it be funny to see a Chekov-moth.)
Thank you, i-am-bug, for pointing out the "error" in the paragraphs. I hadn't realized it, but when I uploaded the story, the paragraphs got messed and ran together. I might have realized it eventually, but it would have been a while.