Hmm, I think I'm going to talk about who and what I *do* own: Ensign
Silver, Ensign Roberts, LOtB, all of the lizards, and I'm secretly in
charge of the United States.
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A/N: In the beginning I said this would be short, only a few chapters. Well, it looks like it has a nice long future ahead of it. So stay tuned in, 'cause I'm not killing it off just yet!
A/N2: There was going to be a whole story about Silver, but I'm including it in this chapter.
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Reviewer Replies
-Alania: Wow, you do? Thankee. Hmm, you'll find out MORE about Silver in this chapter... Keep reading!!
-Sukuru: Okay, I won't die. Hmm, I wasn't even trying to do the personality trait thing, but I should tell the readers that. Oopsies! Anyway...
-Broken Infinity: Very glad you like it. And yep, you did mention that. But it's okay! As long as you review...
-Vest-Button: Hehe. Thank you.
-Ariennye: You know, I still can't spell "Ariennye." Oh well. You don't mean Jones-therapy, do you?! Hehe.
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LIZARDS OUTSIDE THE BUN
Chapter Five ~~~ I'm psychic, I tell you!
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Ensign Silver decided it was, in fact, time to go down to sickbay and see if she was psychic. No Name had found his way to her head once again, and bounced up and down slightly on Silver's curly hair as she walked.
This time, no one called Ensign Silver away from the Sickbay hall, so she walked in resolutely. McCoy looked up from feeding Bobo as she stepped in.
"And what might you need?" McCoy asked.
"I'm psychic and you got my psyche reading wrong before," Silver said flatly. She would not bother with small talk on an occasion as important as this!
McCoy arched his eyebrow, not noticing (of course) the fact that Spock often did the same thing. "Really?" he drawled.
Silver nodded. "I want you to give me the test again."
McCoy sighed. "It doesn't work that way. You see, you tested as perfectly normal for a human. You'll *stay* perfectly normal for a human no matter how long you wait."
"You don't understand," Silver stated, "I am currently psychically linked to No Name. I guess you could call it a mind-meld."
"Only Vulcans can do mind-melds," McCoy pointed out.
"I'm psychic, I tell you!"
McCoy sighed again. "Will you ever stop believing that you might be psychic? You're human."
"I'm psychic."
"Human."
"Psychic."
"Human."
"Psy-"
"No, never mind," McCoy interrupted, "I give up. I might as well be arguing with Spock." (Silver swelled at this compliment.) "I'll give you the darn test."
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"You know what?" Sulu said, "I'm fresh out of new ideas for the contest."
"Who needs new ideas?" Chekov asked. "Just let the stupid thing run its course."
"Since when is it stupid?" Sulu asked in mild surprise. Utter Confusion was creeping around the corner, waiting for the perfect time to pounce.
"Since I learned I vould haff to give up half my salary."
"But that was when the contest began!" Utter Confusion had pounced.
"Exactly."
Sulu shook his head in despair. "I give up. I will NEVER understand you."
Chekov grinned at his friend.
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"I've got news for you," McCoy said to Ensign Silver. "You are *still* a normal human."
Ensign Silver looked disappointed for a moment, but then she furrowed her eyebrows in thought. "You keep stressing the fact that these tests are for humans. Do you think there's *any* possibility that I might score higher on a Vulcan test?"
McCoy smiled. "I dunno, you don't look very Vulcan to me."
No Name growled in response to Silver's annoyance and the psychic connection she was sure she had forged.
"Is there a chance," Silver asked, "That I might be just a little Vulcan? I mean, if I was Vulcan somewhere down the line, not half and half like Mr. Spock is, but maybe a great-great-great-grandparent, maybe I would do well on a Vulcan test."
McCoy sighed for the third time that day. "First I'll test you to see if you're Vulcan at all."
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Sybok was actually very nice, Spock decided. No, not the creepy Vulcan who tries to take over planets and kill captains and do other fun things. But you probably knew that already.
In any case, Sybok sat impassively on his rock, looking at Spock. Spock sat impassively on his rock, looking at Sybok. Neither of them moved.
Actually, Sybok was much more pleasant than most humans Spock had encountered. In all the time that they had known each other, Sybok had not once called him "pointy-eared hobgoblin," laughed at him, or tried to fall in love with him. (The latter is referring to Nurse Chapel, not Jim or McCoy.) Sybok had not tried to take over the ship or kill anyone. He had never fired a phaser at a red-shirt. He had never-well, the list went on forever.
Certainly more pleasant than a human being.
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McCoy was extremely surprised by what his instruments told him at the end of Silver's test. This girl was Vulcan. Maybe she didn't have pointed ears and funny-looking eyebrows, but there was no doubt about it.
Time to take the psyche test again.
Fifteen minutes later, Silver was running around and dancing for joy. "I'm psychic! I'm Vulcan!" she yelled. She grabbed the first person she saw outside of sickbay, which happened to be Chekov, hugged him, and continued running and shouting.
Chekov opened his mouth as if to say something, looked at Silver, who was dancing/running/shouting down the hall, and closed it. No comment.
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At precisely 1201 (er, that's noon, right? I don't really understand military time), Spock decided that he was hungry. He watched Sybok, who also seemed to be hungry, walk over to his lizard food bow and begin eating. Then, satisfied that his lizard would get the nutrients that he needed, he walked down to the mess hall to eat.
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"Sulu, I'm scared," Chekov complained to Sulu later that day.
"Why?"
"Ensign Silver hugged me."
"Really?" Sulu leaned closer, ready for some gossip.
"No, not like that! She vas runnink around in the halls yelling about Vulcans and then she HUGGED ME."
It was Sulu's turn to grin. "Too bad we don't have a video. We could put that with the Toupee Incident."
Chekov's mouth dropped open. "You vouldn't. You vould not go and get the security camera wideo and show it to eweryone."
"Actually, I hadn't thought of that... good idea!"
Chekov looked terrified. "No..."
"Okay, okay. Maybe just a picture or two?"
"You do that and I forget all about Lizards Outside the Bun. Then YOU get to pay the prize."
Sulu rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Okay. No pictures. Geez."
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A/N: In the beginning I said this would be short, only a few chapters. Well, it looks like it has a nice long future ahead of it. So stay tuned in, 'cause I'm not killing it off just yet!
A/N2: There was going to be a whole story about Silver, but I'm including it in this chapter.
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Reviewer Replies
-Alania: Wow, you do? Thankee. Hmm, you'll find out MORE about Silver in this chapter... Keep reading!!
-Sukuru: Okay, I won't die. Hmm, I wasn't even trying to do the personality trait thing, but I should tell the readers that. Oopsies! Anyway...
-Broken Infinity: Very glad you like it. And yep, you did mention that. But it's okay! As long as you review...
-Vest-Button: Hehe. Thank you.
-Ariennye: You know, I still can't spell "Ariennye." Oh well. You don't mean Jones-therapy, do you?! Hehe.
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LIZARDS OUTSIDE THE BUN
Chapter Five ~~~ I'm psychic, I tell you!
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Ensign Silver decided it was, in fact, time to go down to sickbay and see if she was psychic. No Name had found his way to her head once again, and bounced up and down slightly on Silver's curly hair as she walked.
This time, no one called Ensign Silver away from the Sickbay hall, so she walked in resolutely. McCoy looked up from feeding Bobo as she stepped in.
"And what might you need?" McCoy asked.
"I'm psychic and you got my psyche reading wrong before," Silver said flatly. She would not bother with small talk on an occasion as important as this!
McCoy arched his eyebrow, not noticing (of course) the fact that Spock often did the same thing. "Really?" he drawled.
Silver nodded. "I want you to give me the test again."
McCoy sighed. "It doesn't work that way. You see, you tested as perfectly normal for a human. You'll *stay* perfectly normal for a human no matter how long you wait."
"You don't understand," Silver stated, "I am currently psychically linked to No Name. I guess you could call it a mind-meld."
"Only Vulcans can do mind-melds," McCoy pointed out.
"I'm psychic, I tell you!"
McCoy sighed again. "Will you ever stop believing that you might be psychic? You're human."
"I'm psychic."
"Human."
"Psychic."
"Human."
"Psy-"
"No, never mind," McCoy interrupted, "I give up. I might as well be arguing with Spock." (Silver swelled at this compliment.) "I'll give you the darn test."
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"You know what?" Sulu said, "I'm fresh out of new ideas for the contest."
"Who needs new ideas?" Chekov asked. "Just let the stupid thing run its course."
"Since when is it stupid?" Sulu asked in mild surprise. Utter Confusion was creeping around the corner, waiting for the perfect time to pounce.
"Since I learned I vould haff to give up half my salary."
"But that was when the contest began!" Utter Confusion had pounced.
"Exactly."
Sulu shook his head in despair. "I give up. I will NEVER understand you."
Chekov grinned at his friend.
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"I've got news for you," McCoy said to Ensign Silver. "You are *still* a normal human."
Ensign Silver looked disappointed for a moment, but then she furrowed her eyebrows in thought. "You keep stressing the fact that these tests are for humans. Do you think there's *any* possibility that I might score higher on a Vulcan test?"
McCoy smiled. "I dunno, you don't look very Vulcan to me."
No Name growled in response to Silver's annoyance and the psychic connection she was sure she had forged.
"Is there a chance," Silver asked, "That I might be just a little Vulcan? I mean, if I was Vulcan somewhere down the line, not half and half like Mr. Spock is, but maybe a great-great-great-grandparent, maybe I would do well on a Vulcan test."
McCoy sighed for the third time that day. "First I'll test you to see if you're Vulcan at all."
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Sybok was actually very nice, Spock decided. No, not the creepy Vulcan who tries to take over planets and kill captains and do other fun things. But you probably knew that already.
In any case, Sybok sat impassively on his rock, looking at Spock. Spock sat impassively on his rock, looking at Sybok. Neither of them moved.
Actually, Sybok was much more pleasant than most humans Spock had encountered. In all the time that they had known each other, Sybok had not once called him "pointy-eared hobgoblin," laughed at him, or tried to fall in love with him. (The latter is referring to Nurse Chapel, not Jim or McCoy.) Sybok had not tried to take over the ship or kill anyone. He had never fired a phaser at a red-shirt. He had never-well, the list went on forever.
Certainly more pleasant than a human being.
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McCoy was extremely surprised by what his instruments told him at the end of Silver's test. This girl was Vulcan. Maybe she didn't have pointed ears and funny-looking eyebrows, but there was no doubt about it.
Time to take the psyche test again.
Fifteen minutes later, Silver was running around and dancing for joy. "I'm psychic! I'm Vulcan!" she yelled. She grabbed the first person she saw outside of sickbay, which happened to be Chekov, hugged him, and continued running and shouting.
Chekov opened his mouth as if to say something, looked at Silver, who was dancing/running/shouting down the hall, and closed it. No comment.
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At precisely 1201 (er, that's noon, right? I don't really understand military time), Spock decided that he was hungry. He watched Sybok, who also seemed to be hungry, walk over to his lizard food bow and begin eating. Then, satisfied that his lizard would get the nutrients that he needed, he walked down to the mess hall to eat.
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"Sulu, I'm scared," Chekov complained to Sulu later that day.
"Why?"
"Ensign Silver hugged me."
"Really?" Sulu leaned closer, ready for some gossip.
"No, not like that! She vas runnink around in the halls yelling about Vulcans and then she HUGGED ME."
It was Sulu's turn to grin. "Too bad we don't have a video. We could put that with the Toupee Incident."
Chekov's mouth dropped open. "You vouldn't. You vould not go and get the security camera wideo and show it to eweryone."
"Actually, I hadn't thought of that... good idea!"
Chekov looked terrified. "No..."
"Okay, okay. Maybe just a picture or two?"
"You do that and I forget all about Lizards Outside the Bun. Then YOU get to pay the prize."
Sulu rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Okay. No pictures. Geez."
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If you want more, you must review. Hmm, I know! I need at least... er... four reviews to continue. So thank you for riding American Airlines. We hope you enjoyed you peanuts and/or pretzels. Have a nice day.