Disclaimer: What can I use that's creative? Running out of ideas.... I
know! I do something uncreative, but because I have not done this before,
it will be creative!
Oh yeah. I forgot the actual disclaimer.
Paramount owns Star Trek.
So there.
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*** Identity Crisis ***
Chapter Ten - "We've got to get back down to that planet."
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ABOARD THE ENTERPRISE
"Scotty!" Kirk barked into the comm unit on his chair, "Have you got that transporter working yet?"
"Ah've almust got it," came the reply, "It's just that aftair we beamed ye up the conjuctaflabulator in conjunction with cormotubinatorium ring caused a-"
"Scotty! I don't care! Just get them back up here!"
ON THE PLANET
"You plan on killing us," Spock remarked with interest. "Before you do so, please explain your reasoning."
McCoy looked sideways at his logical compainion as if he had gone insane. Which, in all probability, he had.
But, for some reaon, the walrus-thing decided to explain.
I
When the humans (and the Vulcan Chekov) looked at her with curiosity for more, she decided what the heck and continued.
In the silence that ensued McCoy felt the glances of his fellow humanoids. They all looked at his new haircut, just thinking of what it had almost lead up to.
"So you did it," McCoy finally exclaimed. Part of it was anger, part of it was to just break the silence. "You're the reason I'm stuck in this body!"
"You can't switch us back?"
McCoy was about to respond with some biting comment when Spock spoke up.
"Why?" he asked, "We do not seem to be impairing you in any way. Therefore it is illogical to eliminate us."
The walrus-thing practically radiated confusion.
"Could you maybe make an exception for us?" Roberts asked timidly.
"Actually, if you feel a need to rid yourself of this... sneeze... perhaps we can work together to replace our minds to their natural positions."
the walrus-alien said, then-
-the remnants of the landing party turned into sparkling pillars of light and disappeared.
ABOARD THE ENTERPRISE
Kirk wanted to be in the transporter room when Bones, Spock, Chekov and that ensign finally got back to the ship. So he was there to see Spock look surprised, McCoy look confused, Chekov look... logical, even as he hung onto Roberts' arm for support, and Ensign Roberts look grumpy.
"That walrus thing was just about to say yes, I know it was!" McCoy exploded.
"Uh, ensign?" Kirk asked the one who was supposed to be a red-shirt.
"Yes, sir?" Roberts said automatically from McCoy's mouth.
"Bones?" Kirk asked frantically. He was officially very, very confused. Just what had happened down on that planet?
Actually, unbeknownst to Kirk (A/N: Who doesn't know much anyway) they had simply gotten so used to being around only each other that our four main characters had forgotten to pretend they hadn't switched. But of course Kirk had not idea.
"Uh, well, I guess you should all get down to sickbay," Kirk said uncertainly. They were acting strange again...
"I vould rether haff a shower first, Keptin."
"Okay... Spock."
"Yeeaaahh, me too," Roberts said.
"Okay... Bones." Kirk didn't seem completely sure he was talking to either Spock or McCoy.
"But you two," he continued, addressing the real McCoy and Spock, "You are going down to Sickbay right now."
McCoy could practically feel Kirk eyeing up his and Spock's injuries.
"And then I want to know what the hell happened down there," Kirk finished.
There was a chorus (well, four voices) of yeahs, yes's, and okay's, then Spock and McCoy went down to Sickbay. Roberts and Chekov went to their own cabins, not even bothering to think it would appear strange. Luckily, the only problems that ensued were two very confused roommates.
Down at Sickbay (A/N: Down? Where is Sickbay, anyway?) a few nurses had some strange patients. Or rather, patients with strange injuries.
"Someone cut off the tip of your finger?" Nurse Chapel asked in disbelief.
McCoy nodded, not wanting to give away his character by saying something McCoy-like. Jim already thought he was crazy. Did Christine have to as well?
"That's insane. What happened?" the Nurse asked.
McCoy had to talk now, but he would keep it short and sweet. "Some unfriendly aliens decided that's what they should do. They gave me a haircut, too."
"Oh. I was wondering about that."
She finished unwrapping the bandages that wound around McCoy's damaged finger. Waving a mediscanner around it, she frowned, checked the results again, and frowned even more.
"Uh, I'm sorry to tell you, Ensign-?"
"Roberts," McCoy said.
"Well, Ensign Roberts, it looks like the tip of your finger is lost for good. I will have to talk to Doctor McCoy, but don't count on it."
"Oh", McCoy said stupidly. It didn't really matter to him, now that the painkiller hypo had stopped the abominable throbbing. The only problem now would be when Nurse Chapel talked to 'Doctor McCoy.' In other words, Roberts.
At best he would say something stupid and un-McCoy-like. At worst, he would freak out about the loss of a finger tip.
Except that now, it wasn't his finger. For short of a miracle, they would never be themselves again. In what could only be a short amount of time, the Enterprise would zoom away from a dangerous planet full of strange, psychic, walrus-people.
In other words, the only people who could help them switch back.
(A/N: Now this COULD be the end of the chapter. But no. There's more stuff that I need to stick in here. Here goes...)
McCoy waited until there was no one in the room to talk to Spock.Even that wait was agonizing. Not in the physical sense; the painkiller that Nurse Chapel had given him was working fine. No, it was the agony of feeling valuble time slip away while he should be doing something.
"Spock," McCoy said when he finally got a chance, "We've got to get back down to that planet."
"I am aware of that," Spock said in his most, logical, calm, and frustrating manner.
"Well...?"
"Well, what?" Spock was still infuriatingly calm.
"Well, Jim is going to take this ship out of orbit in any minute. And even if he wasn't, we wouldn't be able to beam down anyway!"
"We would be able," Spock pointed out, "We simply wouldn't be allowed."
McCoy rolled his eyes. "You knew what I meant. And anyway, we're going to be gone from here before you can blink."
Spock blinked. "Without a navigator?"
McCoy was ready. "Sulu can plot a course just as easily. (A/N: Unless of course you read Happi Froggi's Hot Dog where Sulu is under stress and goes midwestern.)
But Spock was, as usuall, ready too. "The captain is not in a hurry. Therefore it is only logical that he wait for Mr. Chekov, who is a more skilled navigator that Mr. Sulu."
"Okay, okay. But we're still not ALLOWED to beam down."
"Exactly. But we are able."
"Oooooooooohhhh, I get it," McCoy finally said with recognition, "Now what?"
"Perhaps you should call Ensigns Chekov and Roberts. If we are all to beam down together, it is logical that they know."
"Duh," McCoy muttered under his breath as he headed towards the intercom on the wall. "Uh, Ch- er, Mr. Spock? Doctor McCoy?"
After his shower, Ensign Roberts was not sure of where to go. The captain had said to meet with him, but where? When? As the comm unit on the wall beeped, he hoped his questions would be answered.
He jumped when he heard his own voice on the other end.
After realizing that it was Doctor McCoy that he was hearing and he had missed the first few words, Roberts made an effort to listen to the rest of the speech.
"-down to the planet. So come to Sickbay, okay?"
A/N: So that was a really bad way to end the chapter, but it was beginning to get annoyingly long, to me anyway. I don't know about you, the anonymous reader (well, lately it's been Broken Infinity and Bookey Hooper)
Yeah. ANYway, REVIEW!!!
I love reviews, they make me bouncy. So REVIEW!!!! ----R-E-V-I-E-W-!----
Oh yeah. I forgot the actual disclaimer.
Paramount owns Star Trek.
So there.
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Reviewer Replies:
Broken Infinity: There you are. I see you review. I'm very glad you still like the story. Walruses ARE cute.
Bookey Hooper: Hee hee... How could I forget the meese? ^_^
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*** Identity Crisis ***
Chapter Ten - "We've got to get back down to that planet."
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
ABOARD THE ENTERPRISE
"Scotty!" Kirk barked into the comm unit on his chair, "Have you got that transporter working yet?"
"Ah've almust got it," came the reply, "It's just that aftair we beamed ye up the conjuctaflabulator in conjunction with cormotubinatorium ring caused a-"
"Scotty! I don't care! Just get them back up here!"
ON THE PLANET
"You plan on killing us," Spock remarked with interest. "Before you do so, please explain your reasoning."
McCoy looked sideways at his logical compainion as if he had gone insane. Which, in all probability, he had.
But, for some reaon, the walrus-thing decided to explain.
I
When the humans (and the Vulcan Chekov) looked at her with curiosity for more, she decided what the heck and continued.
In the silence that ensued McCoy felt the glances of his fellow humanoids. They all looked at his new haircut, just thinking of what it had almost lead up to.
"So you did it," McCoy finally exclaimed. Part of it was anger, part of it was to just break the silence. "You're the reason I'm stuck in this body!"
"You can't switch us back?"
McCoy was about to respond with some biting comment when Spock spoke up.
"Why?" he asked, "We do not seem to be impairing you in any way. Therefore it is illogical to eliminate us."
The walrus-thing practically radiated confusion.
"Could you maybe make an exception for us?" Roberts asked timidly.
"Actually, if you feel a need to rid yourself of this... sneeze... perhaps we can work together to replace our minds to their natural positions."
the walrus-alien said, then-
-the remnants of the landing party turned into sparkling pillars of light and disappeared.
ABOARD THE ENTERPRISE
Kirk wanted to be in the transporter room when Bones, Spock, Chekov and that ensign finally got back to the ship. So he was there to see Spock look surprised, McCoy look confused, Chekov look... logical, even as he hung onto Roberts' arm for support, and Ensign Roberts look grumpy.
"That walrus thing was just about to say yes, I know it was!" McCoy exploded.
"Uh, ensign?" Kirk asked the one who was supposed to be a red-shirt.
"Yes, sir?" Roberts said automatically from McCoy's mouth.
"Bones?" Kirk asked frantically. He was officially very, very confused. Just what had happened down on that planet?
Actually, unbeknownst to Kirk (A/N: Who doesn't know much anyway) they had simply gotten so used to being around only each other that our four main characters had forgotten to pretend they hadn't switched. But of course Kirk had not idea.
"Uh, well, I guess you should all get down to sickbay," Kirk said uncertainly. They were acting strange again...
"I vould rether haff a shower first, Keptin."
"Okay... Spock."
"Yeeaaahh, me too," Roberts said.
"Okay... Bones." Kirk didn't seem completely sure he was talking to either Spock or McCoy.
"But you two," he continued, addressing the real McCoy and Spock, "You are going down to Sickbay right now."
McCoy could practically feel Kirk eyeing up his and Spock's injuries.
"And then I want to know what the hell happened down there," Kirk finished.
There was a chorus (well, four voices) of yeahs, yes's, and okay's, then Spock and McCoy went down to Sickbay. Roberts and Chekov went to their own cabins, not even bothering to think it would appear strange. Luckily, the only problems that ensued were two very confused roommates.
Down at Sickbay (A/N: Down? Where is Sickbay, anyway?) a few nurses had some strange patients. Or rather, patients with strange injuries.
"Someone cut off the tip of your finger?" Nurse Chapel asked in disbelief.
McCoy nodded, not wanting to give away his character by saying something McCoy-like. Jim already thought he was crazy. Did Christine have to as well?
"That's insane. What happened?" the Nurse asked.
McCoy had to talk now, but he would keep it short and sweet. "Some unfriendly aliens decided that's what they should do. They gave me a haircut, too."
"Oh. I was wondering about that."
She finished unwrapping the bandages that wound around McCoy's damaged finger. Waving a mediscanner around it, she frowned, checked the results again, and frowned even more.
"Uh, I'm sorry to tell you, Ensign-?"
"Roberts," McCoy said.
"Well, Ensign Roberts, it looks like the tip of your finger is lost for good. I will have to talk to Doctor McCoy, but don't count on it."
"Oh", McCoy said stupidly. It didn't really matter to him, now that the painkiller hypo had stopped the abominable throbbing. The only problem now would be when Nurse Chapel talked to 'Doctor McCoy.' In other words, Roberts.
At best he would say something stupid and un-McCoy-like. At worst, he would freak out about the loss of a finger tip.
Except that now, it wasn't his finger. For short of a miracle, they would never be themselves again. In what could only be a short amount of time, the Enterprise would zoom away from a dangerous planet full of strange, psychic, walrus-people.
In other words, the only people who could help them switch back.
(A/N: Now this COULD be the end of the chapter. But no. There's more stuff that I need to stick in here. Here goes...)
McCoy waited until there was no one in the room to talk to Spock.Even that wait was agonizing. Not in the physical sense; the painkiller that Nurse Chapel had given him was working fine. No, it was the agony of feeling valuble time slip away while he should be doing something.
"Spock," McCoy said when he finally got a chance, "We've got to get back down to that planet."
"I am aware of that," Spock said in his most, logical, calm, and frustrating manner.
"Well...?"
"Well, what?" Spock was still infuriatingly calm.
"Well, Jim is going to take this ship out of orbit in any minute. And even if he wasn't, we wouldn't be able to beam down anyway!"
"We would be able," Spock pointed out, "We simply wouldn't be allowed."
McCoy rolled his eyes. "You knew what I meant. And anyway, we're going to be gone from here before you can blink."
Spock blinked. "Without a navigator?"
McCoy was ready. "Sulu can plot a course just as easily. (A/N: Unless of course you read Happi Froggi's Hot Dog where Sulu is under stress and goes midwestern.)
But Spock was, as usuall, ready too. "The captain is not in a hurry. Therefore it is only logical that he wait for Mr. Chekov, who is a more skilled navigator that Mr. Sulu."
"Okay, okay. But we're still not ALLOWED to beam down."
"Exactly. But we are able."
"Oooooooooohhhh, I get it," McCoy finally said with recognition, "Now what?"
"Perhaps you should call Ensigns Chekov and Roberts. If we are all to beam down together, it is logical that they know."
"Duh," McCoy muttered under his breath as he headed towards the intercom on the wall. "Uh, Ch- er, Mr. Spock? Doctor McCoy?"
After his shower, Ensign Roberts was not sure of where to go. The captain had said to meet with him, but where? When? As the comm unit on the wall beeped, he hoped his questions would be answered.
He jumped when he heard his own voice on the other end.
After realizing that it was Doctor McCoy that he was hearing and he had missed the first few words, Roberts made an effort to listen to the rest of the speech.
"-down to the planet. So come to Sickbay, okay?"
A/N: So that was a really bad way to end the chapter, but it was beginning to get annoyingly long, to me anyway. I don't know about you, the anonymous reader (well, lately it's been Broken Infinity and Bookey Hooper)
Yeah. ANYway, REVIEW!!!
I love reviews, they make me bouncy. So REVIEW!!!! ----R-E-V-I-E-W-!----