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Reviewer Replies – By the way, everyone, thank you for reviewing! I'm sorry if you don't remember what you wrote... I haven't updated forever.
-cryogenie: Wow... thank you. I'm flattered. About Chekov being "a brat"—maybe he was a big enough brat in the beginning to change things a little bit, but I'm going to stick with the amplification thing at the end. If that made sense. My rational thought is leaving as the night wears on. But, in any case, keep reading!
-mzsnaz: Here's more... and Jim, his brain, it won't be gone. :)
-Unrealistic: I think Kirk is going to be confused enough with what's happening without Roberts and McCoy still switched... :)
-MySchemingMind: I think when this is over *I* will be questioning my sanity... The Beatles and the walrus... hahaha...
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*** Identity Crisis ***
Chapter Fifteen –
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"What now?" McCoy exclaimed. It was hardly a question, as he knew that when Kirk or Spock had a plan he would hear of it.
"Obviously, we must catch up with Chekov, bring him back to the Enterprise, wake up the person from Seti Olan Two, and switch back Chekov and I," Spock stated.
"Obviously," McCoy drawled. "But how—"
"Gentlemen," Kirk cut in. "Up to the bridge. We can probably deal with this problem best there."
They left the freezer and made their way to the turbolift. They got more than a few strange glances from the personnel of the Enterprise—after all, Spock was still on crutches and McCoy looked like (from the hail) he had just been beat up by the neighborhood bully.
However, they made it to the bridge without any problems. Kirk seated himself in The Chair and said, "Ch—Sulu, take us out. We've got to follow that shuttlecraft."
"Yes, Captain."
Kirk tapped his fingers impatiently on the arm of his chair. It should only be a few minutes before they caught up with Spock—no, his mind berated him, Chekov—but he disliked even that kind of wait.
A moving blip became apparent on the viewscreen. "Mr. Sulu, it that the Galileo?"
"Yes, Captain."
"Lock onto it with a tractor beam, and beam, um, Mr. Spock back to the Enterprise."
"Yes sir."
Nothing to do now but wait. If it was possible to use simple willpower to make tractor beams work faster and generally better, Kirk was sure that would be happening. This whole thing was insane, but—
"Captain," Spock said, jerking Kirk from his thoughts.
"Hm, yes, er, what?"
"May I point out that once Mr. Chekov is on the ship he will not be particularly inclined to cooperate with us. The native of Seti Olan Two is the only one who can... calm him down. Until then he will continue attempting to escape."
Kirk nodded slowly. Of course. He would need—
"Captain, the shuttlecraft is in our tractor beam." Sulu interrupted Kirk's thoughts once again. Annoyed, he said, "Yes, thank you Mr. Sulu." But he doubted the helmsman caught that tiniest bit of sarcasm in his tone. In any case, he would need a—
"We're pulling him in now, sir. I suggest you go down to the transporter room."
"Suggestion noted," Kirk said tightly. Now that he was going down to the transporter room to pick up Mr. Chekov, he would need—
"Captain," Spock began.
--a security team.
Now, he turned to Spock. "Yes?"
"I would like to accompany you down to the transporter room."
Kirk nodded. "Of course."
McCoy followed them out into the turbolift. He hadn't been asked to come, but he rarely was, and he always did.
Once in the transporter room, it was only a matter of waiting for Chekov to be beamed to the Enterprise. Sometimes he couldn't stand waiting. At least he was back in his own body.
Suddenly a sparkling beam of light materialized on the transporter pad. Spock seemed to appear, hunched over as if he had been trying to work the controls of a shuttlecraft. He looked up, startled, and tried to jump off the transporter pad.
However, his jump was somewhat interrupted by a phaser set on stun.
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"How----he?"
"Coming-----soon----likely."
"Get ready---restrain—-."
"--s sir."
The voices around Chekov grew in volume and clarity as the darkness began to recede. His head hurt, yes, but that didn't matter. He had to get out of here. Now! Now! Now! But his body and mind were lethargic, and would not obey his commands. His commands?
Now that was something to think about. Were these his commands? Did he really want to keep Spock's body this much? Yes! Part of his mind shouted. But part said No. And—
Damn. He was awake now.
And Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and a group of red-shirts were all staring down at him.
Get! Out! Of! Here! His mind yelled at him. But as soon as he tried to get up, force-field handcuffs were clasped around his wrists.
"Mr. Chekov," Kirk said.
Chekov glared.
"You will be confined to the brig until we can cure you of, well, this. Do you understand."
"I em not stupid."
Kirk smiled. "Good," he said in a sarcastically cheery tone. "Mr. Red, Ms. Kelkson, and Mr. Wong," Kirk nodded to the red-shirts. "Take this man to the brig."
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"And now," Spock began once Chekov was gone, "I suggest we deal with the Setian. We cannot wait for her to wake up on her own, I fear."
"Setian? Oh, you mean the walrus-people."
Spock raised an eyebrow.
"Well you see I got so used to thinking of them as walrus-people down on that planet, so you'll have to excuse—"
"Later, please," Kirk said.
They gathered their field jackets and went back to the freezer. The walrus- person was still in the position she had been left.
"This is not good," McCoy observed.
And then she moved. Suddenly the three men's minds were filled with unimaginable heat, everywhere, the world was an oven...
And suddenly they were back on Seti Olan Two.
"Oh no," McCoy moaned. Even Spock sighed. Kirk looked rather confused.
"You're not really here," someone told them. It seemed to be the walrus- person, though she had never spoken with sound before.
"It's certainly cold enough," Kirk replied.
"You are, at the moment, lying motionless in your ship's freezer," the walrus-thing told them.
"That explains the cold," McCoy said, hugging himself for warmth.
"QUIET!" the walrus-alien yelled. "Do you know why you are here?"
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Do you? Find out next chapter. But a review would really be appreciated.
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Reviewer Replies – By the way, everyone, thank you for reviewing! I'm sorry if you don't remember what you wrote... I haven't updated forever.
-cryogenie: Wow... thank you. I'm flattered. About Chekov being "a brat"—maybe he was a big enough brat in the beginning to change things a little bit, but I'm going to stick with the amplification thing at the end. If that made sense. My rational thought is leaving as the night wears on. But, in any case, keep reading!
-mzsnaz: Here's more... and Jim, his brain, it won't be gone. :)
-Unrealistic: I think Kirk is going to be confused enough with what's happening without Roberts and McCoy still switched... :)
-MySchemingMind: I think when this is over *I* will be questioning my sanity... The Beatles and the walrus... hahaha...
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*** Identity Crisis ***
Chapter Fifteen –
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"What now?" McCoy exclaimed. It was hardly a question, as he knew that when Kirk or Spock had a plan he would hear of it.
"Obviously, we must catch up with Chekov, bring him back to the Enterprise, wake up the person from Seti Olan Two, and switch back Chekov and I," Spock stated.
"Obviously," McCoy drawled. "But how—"
"Gentlemen," Kirk cut in. "Up to the bridge. We can probably deal with this problem best there."
They left the freezer and made their way to the turbolift. They got more than a few strange glances from the personnel of the Enterprise—after all, Spock was still on crutches and McCoy looked like (from the hail) he had just been beat up by the neighborhood bully.
However, they made it to the bridge without any problems. Kirk seated himself in The Chair and said, "Ch—Sulu, take us out. We've got to follow that shuttlecraft."
"Yes, Captain."
Kirk tapped his fingers impatiently on the arm of his chair. It should only be a few minutes before they caught up with Spock—no, his mind berated him, Chekov—but he disliked even that kind of wait.
A moving blip became apparent on the viewscreen. "Mr. Sulu, it that the Galileo?"
"Yes, Captain."
"Lock onto it with a tractor beam, and beam, um, Mr. Spock back to the Enterprise."
"Yes sir."
Nothing to do now but wait. If it was possible to use simple willpower to make tractor beams work faster and generally better, Kirk was sure that would be happening. This whole thing was insane, but—
"Captain," Spock said, jerking Kirk from his thoughts.
"Hm, yes, er, what?"
"May I point out that once Mr. Chekov is on the ship he will not be particularly inclined to cooperate with us. The native of Seti Olan Two is the only one who can... calm him down. Until then he will continue attempting to escape."
Kirk nodded slowly. Of course. He would need—
"Captain, the shuttlecraft is in our tractor beam." Sulu interrupted Kirk's thoughts once again. Annoyed, he said, "Yes, thank you Mr. Sulu." But he doubted the helmsman caught that tiniest bit of sarcasm in his tone. In any case, he would need a—
"We're pulling him in now, sir. I suggest you go down to the transporter room."
"Suggestion noted," Kirk said tightly. Now that he was going down to the transporter room to pick up Mr. Chekov, he would need—
"Captain," Spock began.
--a security team.
Now, he turned to Spock. "Yes?"
"I would like to accompany you down to the transporter room."
Kirk nodded. "Of course."
McCoy followed them out into the turbolift. He hadn't been asked to come, but he rarely was, and he always did.
Once in the transporter room, it was only a matter of waiting for Chekov to be beamed to the Enterprise. Sometimes he couldn't stand waiting. At least he was back in his own body.
Suddenly a sparkling beam of light materialized on the transporter pad. Spock seemed to appear, hunched over as if he had been trying to work the controls of a shuttlecraft. He looked up, startled, and tried to jump off the transporter pad.
However, his jump was somewhat interrupted by a phaser set on stun.
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"How----he?"
"Coming-----soon----likely."
"Get ready---restrain—-."
"--s sir."
The voices around Chekov grew in volume and clarity as the darkness began to recede. His head hurt, yes, but that didn't matter. He had to get out of here. Now! Now! Now! But his body and mind were lethargic, and would not obey his commands. His commands?
Now that was something to think about. Were these his commands? Did he really want to keep Spock's body this much? Yes! Part of his mind shouted. But part said No. And—
Damn. He was awake now.
And Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and a group of red-shirts were all staring down at him.
Get! Out! Of! Here! His mind yelled at him. But as soon as he tried to get up, force-field handcuffs were clasped around his wrists.
"Mr. Chekov," Kirk said.
Chekov glared.
"You will be confined to the brig until we can cure you of, well, this. Do you understand."
"I em not stupid."
Kirk smiled. "Good," he said in a sarcastically cheery tone. "Mr. Red, Ms. Kelkson, and Mr. Wong," Kirk nodded to the red-shirts. "Take this man to the brig."
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"And now," Spock began once Chekov was gone, "I suggest we deal with the Setian. We cannot wait for her to wake up on her own, I fear."
"Setian? Oh, you mean the walrus-people."
Spock raised an eyebrow.
"Well you see I got so used to thinking of them as walrus-people down on that planet, so you'll have to excuse—"
"Later, please," Kirk said.
They gathered their field jackets and went back to the freezer. The walrus- person was still in the position she had been left.
"This is not good," McCoy observed.
And then she moved. Suddenly the three men's minds were filled with unimaginable heat, everywhere, the world was an oven...
And suddenly they were back on Seti Olan Two.
"Oh no," McCoy moaned. Even Spock sighed. Kirk looked rather confused.
"You're not really here," someone told them. It seemed to be the walrus- person, though she had never spoken with sound before.
"It's certainly cold enough," Kirk replied.
"You are, at the moment, lying motionless in your ship's freezer," the walrus-thing told them.
"That explains the cold," McCoy said, hugging himself for warmth.
"QUIET!" the walrus-alien yelled. "Do you know why you are here?"
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Do you? Find out next chapter. But a review would really be appreciated.