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Broken Infinity: *Blinks. Opens mouth to say something. Closes it. Blinks again* Um... "Good, great, pink, fish shaped gods of my uncles step- cousin"?? What is this world coming to? Ah, don't answer. ^_^ Glad you love it deeply with the passion of chocolate sauce.
mzsnaz: Yay! Thanks for the review! As for what the walrus-people are up to, you'll just have to read and see!
Ariennye: Not a mafia elf anymore... Wow, was that when I updated last? Oops. But joy and happiness for the reading and the reviewing.
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A/N: I have finally gotten off my lazy butt to write a chapter! Yahoo!
A/N2: This story is more than 40 pages long (single-spaced)... and it's not done yet. So thanks for all of you who hung in there and read it!
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*** Identity Crisis ***
Chapter Thirteen - Part Two
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They stared at the walrus thing blankly until McCoy said weakly, "A test?" Then somewhat less weakly, "A TEST?"
This last part was directed at Spock, who simply nodded.
"So that rock that we moved easily, and the hail, and-"
the walrus-alien said,
Spock gave McCoy an I-told-you-so look.
"But why are you testing us this way?" Spock probed, not waiting to see McCoy's reaction.
"And what is this?" McCoy asked.
the walrus-creature informed them.
"When will we take this 'Part two'?" McCoy asked.
Suddenly, Chekov was completely sure he didn't want to do this. He just wanted to keep this Vulcan body, he wanted to go somewhere that they couldn't find him, couldn't make him switch back.
Even McCoy was having such feelings. He would miss being twenty years old. It wouldn't be THAT bad to stay as Roberts. Of course, there would be his job as the CMO of the Enterprise...
This thought jerked him back into reality. What was he thinking? He NEEDED his body back. Somehow the thought of living as a security guard with Roberts in control of Sickbay did not work.
He swallowed. "Um, part two...?"
H could swear that if the walrus-thing had had eyebrows, it would have raised one.
The walrus-thing led Roberts and McCoy into a short shoot, leaving Spock and Chekov alone in the room.
Spock did not feel that he wanted to keep this human body. He detested (though he would never admit to having an emotion such as this) this weak Chekov-shell.
He leaned against a wall to take some of the wait off of his leg.
Chekov couldn't stop this odd instinct to run for it, to escape with this body while he had it. He didn't understand the thought completely; something in him said he shouldn't be thinking it. However, most of his mind was centered on this thought, and he embraced it. He had to get away.
Spock stood up straight as Chekov approached. Then one thing happened that he would have never expected.
"Sorry, sir," Chekov muttered, and kicked him with the force of a Vulcan in his shin. Normally this would not have phased him, but normally he was a healthy Vulcan, and not an injured human. The unexpected blow doubled him over in pain, and he caught a glimpse of Chekov running outside.
(A/N: Don't hate me, that will be explained in just a second...)
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McCoy couldn't believe he was back in his own body. He stared, he marveled, and then thanked the walrus-thing. In fact, he thanked the walrus-person multiple times, as did Roberts. It had been an interesting experience. At first he had felt like he was floating, and then he was back. It was much like the first experience of going into Roberts' body. He was even left with a small headache.
But after a little while, he began to wonder. What had been part two of the test? He asked the walrus-person.
she said. I went into your mind and amplified whatever desire there was in you to keep the other's body. When it became apparent that you honestly did want you body back, I brought you here. And I do take it you were considering not switching back...?
"Well, seeing as you can read minds and you already switched me back, I'd think you might know." The simple, well, greatness of getting is body back was making McCoy's southern accent more pronounced. "But what about Chekov and Spock?"
"And knowing Chekov, he probably has," McCoy laughed. But the laughter died off suddenly. "Just how much did you amplify this feeling? Because he's said he liked the Vulcan body. I never knew just how serious he was, though."
the walrus-person said,
But McCoy and Roberts were already gone. They made their way back to the room where they had left the others. They heard Spock's shouts before they reached the room.
"Doctor! Doctor, Chekov has run-"
"I know, Spock, but-- What the hell happened to you?"
"Mr. Chekov kicked me, doctor. I believe I require some assistance. And I see you are yourself again."
"Yeah... I am, it's great, isn't it," McCoy muttered as he sank to his knees near Spock. "Not as you as I used to be, but oh well..." he broke off and continued in a more serious tone, "So Chekov kicked you? In the leg, I take it."
Spock nodded solemnly.
"Hmm, painful, I bet. When did this happen?" He was expecting an answer with a few decimal points, so when Spock said "About five minutes ago," he began to worry.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Obviously not, doctor, as I was kicked by a... Vulcan on my already injured leg."
McCoy rolled his eyes as he began patching up the Vulcan Russian. It did occur to him to explain exactly why Chekov had run away for, as Spock would say, it was extremely illogical behavior, even for a human. Every once in a while, the walrus-alien interjected a thought, and by the time he was finished applying a splint to Spock's leg, Spock knew all.
"Well, I'd say you've had a pretty unlucky trip, Spock," McCoy said, standing up. "It's just been one thing after another. Did you know that Chekov's Vulcan kicks are so strong he re-broke your leg?"
"No, doctor," Spock said patiently, in a voice that stated 'I don't want to listen to you, but I must.'
"Um," Roberts said tentatively. He had been fairly silent for the last few minutes, and both McCoy and Spock looked up in surprise to hear him talk. "Don't you think we should try to find Chekov?"
"Logical," Spock said from his position on the floor.
"Er, you guys are the commanding officers," the red-shirt reminded them. "What should I do?"
"Spock, I really don't think you should travel, so I guess I should go with Roberts to get Chekov... or maybe not... oh, I don't know!"
Spock addressed the walrus-thing. "Would you be willing to switch us back even though Chekov failed the test?"
Spock was sounding less like himself than usual, and McCoy guessed it was a combination of stress and pain. They had to get this worked out sometime. Soon.
"Yes."
"Definitely."
"Yeah."
"What are you going to do, carry him?" McCoy asked. "Why don't we find Chekov and bring him back here?"
"Doctor, we would be losing valuable time. We do not have much time before Jim notices we're gone and comes to get us. And while I'm sure you would not mind, I would like to get back to my own body."
"Wait..." Roberts said, "Can't you, um, un-amplify the feeling thing? I mean, that would make him want to come back here."
"Okay."
"Well, unless someone is going to carry Spock, I think my idea is best."
Roberts and Spock nodded.
I the walrus-thing said. I have examined your mind, McCoy, and there is something called a horse that you ride. I am not a horse, but Spock could ride me.
Spock raised his eyebrow. "Possible. Quite possible. How fast can you travel?"
"Then why don't you two go and find Chekov. Spock, you brought your tricorder, right?"
"Affirmative."
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Kirk paced nervously around his chair. He needed answers. Unfortunately, he would have to wait until he found his four crewmembers. And before he could do that, he would have to reach Seti Olan Two. "ETA, Mr. Ch- Mr. Sulu?"
"About twenty minutes, sir."
He sat down in his chair, tapping his foot in impatience. "Increase speed to warp seven."
"Uh, yes, sir."
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"Bear to the left," Spock said. His tricorder, luckily, was working in this area, and it was easy to track Chekov.
Riding the walrus-person was, in fact, quite interesting. It was slow-going to get to the top of hills, but the walrus-alien could slide down slopes like a penguin. She turned right now to the left, and suddenly Spock could make out a small outline of a figure in the distance.
"There," he said, fighting his rising excitement.
Spock pointed out the dark smudge that was Chekov.
This was one thing Spock had illogically not taken into account. Of course the walrus-person would not have the same eyesight he did!
"Yes, it will be a while yet."
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"Mr. Sulu! ETA as of now!"
"Four minutes, captain."
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Broken Infinity: *Blinks. Opens mouth to say something. Closes it. Blinks again* Um... "Good, great, pink, fish shaped gods of my uncles step- cousin"?? What is this world coming to? Ah, don't answer. ^_^ Glad you love it deeply with the passion of chocolate sauce.
mzsnaz: Yay! Thanks for the review! As for what the walrus-people are up to, you'll just have to read and see!
Ariennye: Not a mafia elf anymore... Wow, was that when I updated last? Oops. But joy and happiness for the reading and the reviewing.
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A/N: I have finally gotten off my lazy butt to write a chapter! Yahoo!
A/N2: This story is more than 40 pages long (single-spaced)... and it's not done yet. So thanks for all of you who hung in there and read it!
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*** Identity Crisis ***
Chapter Thirteen - Part Two
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They stared at the walrus thing blankly until McCoy said weakly, "A test?" Then somewhat less weakly, "A TEST?"
This last part was directed at Spock, who simply nodded.
"So that rock that we moved easily, and the hail, and-"
the walrus-alien said,
Spock gave McCoy an I-told-you-so look.
"But why are you testing us this way?" Spock probed, not waiting to see McCoy's reaction.
"And what is this?" McCoy asked.
the walrus-creature informed them.
"When will we take this 'Part two'?" McCoy asked.
Suddenly, Chekov was completely sure he didn't want to do this. He just wanted to keep this Vulcan body, he wanted to go somewhere that they couldn't find him, couldn't make him switch back.
Even McCoy was having such feelings. He would miss being twenty years old. It wouldn't be THAT bad to stay as Roberts. Of course, there would be his job as the CMO of the Enterprise...
This thought jerked him back into reality. What was he thinking? He NEEDED his body back. Somehow the thought of living as a security guard with Roberts in control of Sickbay did not work.
He swallowed. "Um, part two...?"
H could swear that if the walrus-thing had had eyebrows, it would have raised one.
The walrus-thing led Roberts and McCoy into a short shoot, leaving Spock and Chekov alone in the room.
Spock did not feel that he wanted to keep this human body. He detested (though he would never admit to having an emotion such as this) this weak Chekov-shell.
He leaned against a wall to take some of the wait off of his leg.
Chekov couldn't stop this odd instinct to run for it, to escape with this body while he had it. He didn't understand the thought completely; something in him said he shouldn't be thinking it. However, most of his mind was centered on this thought, and he embraced it. He had to get away.
Spock stood up straight as Chekov approached. Then one thing happened that he would have never expected.
"Sorry, sir," Chekov muttered, and kicked him with the force of a Vulcan in his shin. Normally this would not have phased him, but normally he was a healthy Vulcan, and not an injured human. The unexpected blow doubled him over in pain, and he caught a glimpse of Chekov running outside.
(A/N: Don't hate me, that will be explained in just a second...)
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McCoy couldn't believe he was back in his own body. He stared, he marveled, and then thanked the walrus-thing. In fact, he thanked the walrus-person multiple times, as did Roberts. It had been an interesting experience. At first he had felt like he was floating, and then he was back. It was much like the first experience of going into Roberts' body. He was even left with a small headache.
But after a little while, he began to wonder. What had been part two of the test? He asked the walrus-person.
she said. I went into your mind and amplified whatever desire there was in you to keep the other's body. When it became apparent that you honestly did want you body back, I brought you here. And I do take it you were considering not switching back...?
"Well, seeing as you can read minds and you already switched me back, I'd think you might know." The simple, well, greatness of getting is body back was making McCoy's southern accent more pronounced. "But what about Chekov and Spock?"
"And knowing Chekov, he probably has," McCoy laughed. But the laughter died off suddenly. "Just how much did you amplify this feeling? Because he's said he liked the Vulcan body. I never knew just how serious he was, though."
the walrus-person said,
But McCoy and Roberts were already gone. They made their way back to the room where they had left the others. They heard Spock's shouts before they reached the room.
"Doctor! Doctor, Chekov has run-"
"I know, Spock, but-- What the hell happened to you?"
"Mr. Chekov kicked me, doctor. I believe I require some assistance. And I see you are yourself again."
"Yeah... I am, it's great, isn't it," McCoy muttered as he sank to his knees near Spock. "Not as you as I used to be, but oh well..." he broke off and continued in a more serious tone, "So Chekov kicked you? In the leg, I take it."
Spock nodded solemnly.
"Hmm, painful, I bet. When did this happen?" He was expecting an answer with a few decimal points, so when Spock said "About five minutes ago," he began to worry.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Obviously not, doctor, as I was kicked by a... Vulcan on my already injured leg."
McCoy rolled his eyes as he began patching up the Vulcan Russian. It did occur to him to explain exactly why Chekov had run away for, as Spock would say, it was extremely illogical behavior, even for a human. Every once in a while, the walrus-alien interjected a thought, and by the time he was finished applying a splint to Spock's leg, Spock knew all.
"Well, I'd say you've had a pretty unlucky trip, Spock," McCoy said, standing up. "It's just been one thing after another. Did you know that Chekov's Vulcan kicks are so strong he re-broke your leg?"
"No, doctor," Spock said patiently, in a voice that stated 'I don't want to listen to you, but I must.'
"Um," Roberts said tentatively. He had been fairly silent for the last few minutes, and both McCoy and Spock looked up in surprise to hear him talk. "Don't you think we should try to find Chekov?"
"Logical," Spock said from his position on the floor.
"Er, you guys are the commanding officers," the red-shirt reminded them. "What should I do?"
"Spock, I really don't think you should travel, so I guess I should go with Roberts to get Chekov... or maybe not... oh, I don't know!"
Spock addressed the walrus-thing. "Would you be willing to switch us back even though Chekov failed the test?"
Spock was sounding less like himself than usual, and McCoy guessed it was a combination of stress and pain. They had to get this worked out sometime. Soon.
"Yes."
"Definitely."
"Yeah."
"What are you going to do, carry him?" McCoy asked. "Why don't we find Chekov and bring him back here?"
"Doctor, we would be losing valuable time. We do not have much time before Jim notices we're gone and comes to get us. And while I'm sure you would not mind, I would like to get back to my own body."
"Wait..." Roberts said, "Can't you, um, un-amplify the feeling thing? I mean, that would make him want to come back here."
"Okay."
"Well, unless someone is going to carry Spock, I think my idea is best."
Roberts and Spock nodded.
I the walrus-thing said. I have examined your mind, McCoy, and there is something called a horse that you ride. I am not a horse, but Spock could ride me.
Spock raised his eyebrow. "Possible. Quite possible. How fast can you travel?"
"Then why don't you two go and find Chekov. Spock, you brought your tricorder, right?"
"Affirmative."
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Kirk paced nervously around his chair. He needed answers. Unfortunately, he would have to wait until he found his four crewmembers. And before he could do that, he would have to reach Seti Olan Two. "ETA, Mr. Ch- Mr. Sulu?"
"About twenty minutes, sir."
He sat down in his chair, tapping his foot in impatience. "Increase speed to warp seven."
"Uh, yes, sir."
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"Bear to the left," Spock said. His tricorder, luckily, was working in this area, and it was easy to track Chekov.
Riding the walrus-person was, in fact, quite interesting. It was slow-going to get to the top of hills, but the walrus-alien could slide down slopes like a penguin. She turned right now to the left, and suddenly Spock could make out a small outline of a figure in the distance.
"There," he said, fighting his rising excitement.
Spock pointed out the dark smudge that was Chekov.
This was one thing Spock had illogically not taken into account. Of course the walrus-person would not have the same eyesight he did!
"Yes, it will be a while yet."
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"Mr. Sulu! ETA as of now!"
"Four minutes, captain."
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