McCoy continued to play with the collar of Spock's dress uniform on his way up to the bridge. Not that it was tight like his - lucky son of bitch - not by any stretch of the imagination. No, it became a nervous habit from his own dress uniform, when he felt like he couldn't breath and needed to tug at the collar. His normal uniform didn't have that problem, just the dress one.

And since we're on the topic of being bothered, another thing he noticed was how strange it felt being Vulcan - or half Vulcan for that matter. He was afraid to touch things at this point because of how much more sensitive his fingers and palms were. Like Spock was dealing with triple the nerve endings in his hands or something; though that wouldn't surprise him. Being more sensitive, that meant that the temperature effected him more. The second he stepped out of Spock's quarters, he wanted to run back in and find a blanket or something. Good lord, how does he put up with this? McCoy's mind kept asking.

Just to top all that off, he was trying to get used to the unusual perspective he had since Spock's body was clearly taller than his. Well, it's not too noticeable considering that damn Vulcan usually slouches a little, but since McCoy prided himself over good posture, he could definitely see the difference. Well, he mused, with me standing straight and Spock slouching that height difference will be more than obvious now.

The door slid open and he stepped onto the bridge. Then the age old question came to his head. Now what? What did Spock really do up here? Alright, he's the CSO, so just... sit by the scanners and examine things. True, you pick things up working on the Enterprise, but he was not that walking computer!

"Mr. Spock, are you alright?" The question drew his attention from his internal panic, and it took every ounce of control for McCoy to not break character at Jim's question.

"Ye- affirmative, Captain." This is just wrong on so many levels. "I was just considering the results of the little experiment Dr. McCoy helped me test. I will go to my station now." His nervousness was quite obvious, to the point where even Ensign Chekov - usually clueless to things like this, Spock taught him so well - exchanged a curious look with Sulu.

Kirk got up from his chair and leaned on the hand rail. "So, what results turned up with body slamming McCoy?" A few people seemed about ready to snicker. Clearly Jim was a bit confused about it and bothered to confine with some people about the incident - namely Uhura, Chekov, and Sulu.

McCoy bit his lip and tried to think of something fast. "The good doctor has less balance in warmer climates."

That seemed completely bizarre in itself, and Jim expressed that very clearly. McCoy didn't dare face him out of fear of being found out. But that in itself was a mistake. Spock always faced him when he spoke, unless he was busy with something which he clearly wasn't. Kirk knitted his brows quizzically and then broke the silence. "Well, if you're not doing anything after this shift then how about we go down to the rec room and play some chess."

"I apologize, Captain, Dr. McCoy and I were going to be doing some research." He internally grimaced at how he was referring to himself twice. He wondered then how much trouble it'd be if he told Kirk that he was really himself and Spock was in his body.

Once more, that also put Kirk off. "I see. Well maybe some other time then, that is if your parents don't have you too preoccupied. Will you be spearheading this research?"

"I do believe the doctor will be doing more than me, this is more in his field after all," he replied, still forcing his words to at least resemble that flawless grammar of Spock's. "Perhaps when we are finished, then I can play some chess with you."

Kirk smiled a bit, "Good, I'm glad we could work something out." He looked over his shoulder. "Mr. Sulu, do you think you can handle things up here for a little while?"

The Navigator glanced up and nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem, sir. We'll let you know if we need you."

It was McCoy's turn to be confused. "Captain?"

"Come on, Spock, I need to ask you something," Kirk said, and went up the stairs to the lift. Hesitantly, McCoy followed after him and stepped onto the lift beside him. The door shut and Kirk requested for sickbay. Once the lift got moving, he asked, "I want to know what's going on, Spock, and I don't want the runaround."

"There is nothing wrong, Captain," McCoy lied.

"Yes, there is," Kirk claimed. "I never thought I'd say it, but you got that liar look. I thought you said you cannot lie."

McCoy nodded, "That is true, I did say that."

"So stop trying to then," the Captain told him, "I'm not asking, this is an order. What's going on?"

Here's where he found himself extremely conflicted. Does he tell him or does he keep trying to pretend he's Spock when Kirk's clearly not buying it. "I cannot say. Should word of it get out, it might endanger our mission or the negotiations."

The lift then opened and they walked down the few corridors to sickbay, where they walked in to see Spock-as-McCoy staring at his computer going through medical tapes. Seems someone had a bright idea that McCoy didn't. "Bones, can I see you in your office?"

Spock looked up and turned off the monitor. "Is something wrong?"

"You could say that," Kirk answered. With that, they went into the doctor's office and turned to face them after locking the door.

Does he think we're imposters, McCoy worried.

"Neither of you are yourselves," Kirk stated, "now I want to know why that is."

"I do not believe I was out of sorts," Spock remarked with his usual lack luster tone. Just judging by the subtle twitch of his cheek, McCoy was fairly certain he was really, really trying not to tack on "Captain" at the end.

"I haven't been watching you so much, but I know you're not yourself either," Kirk said sharply. "First you both tried to tell me that we were shot at. Next I find you both body slamming each other. McCoy, you almost referred to yourself as if you were Spock-" oh irony... "- until you were corrected. In fact, you're sounding a lot like him. As for you Spock, I know you like a book and you're not yourself either. You're lying to me for crying-out-loud! You never do that!"

Spock looked over to McCoy and they both seemed to agree - Kirk caught them. He got all the evidence he cared for, and now he wanted to know what it led to.

"Well? Can you explain yourselves or do I need to have Nurse Chapel have you both checked?" Kirk questioned.

It was almost humorous how Spock's guilty expression looked on McCoy's face. "Captain, I do believe this is a situation you cannot help."

Kirk arched his eyebrows. "Even if I can't help, I'd still like to know."

"Like I said, it might endanger the negotiations," McCoy reminded.

"Then I'll keep this confidential. No one outside this room will hear of it until the negotiations have concluded." Kirk swore. "Just tell me what's going on."

Spock inwardly sighed. "Dr. McCoy and I-"

"Bones, you're doing it again," Kirk pointed out.

"To be honest, I'm not right now," McCoy put in. "It's a bit confusing, Jim, but somehow Spock and I switched bodies."

To that, Kirk's jaw might as well of been dislocated. He pointed to McCoy, "So that means-..."

"I'm McCoy," the doctor finished, looking down at his feet.

Kirk pointed over to Spock. "And you're Spock."

"That would be correct, Captain," Spock confirmed.

A new question came up. "Is anyone else like this?"

"No, not that I saw," McCoy told him.

"Or from what I have seen," Spock put in.

"So it's just you two." Kirk concluded.

"Yes," They both answered at once, and exchanged a glance at that.

The Captain looked back at the door a moment and sighed. "Well you two somehow got this way, there's got to be a way to reverse it - I can't have my CMO and my First Officer running around preforming each other's duties. Spock, did you think of anything?"

"Actually, Captain, I have," Spock answered. He then glanced to McCoy. "Last night, we were confronted by a Creolean, who offered us both what had been once known as a fortune cookie. Shortly after I read it, that was when I felt the shaking."

"Hey me too," McCoy confirmed. "I opened the cookie and read the fortune, next thing I knew my office was shaking."

Spock momentarily stared at him and said, "Thank you, Doctor, I did not ask for your input quite yet" - "Stubborn Vulcan." "Quiet, Bones." - "I have more than enough reason to believe that she, or perhaps any Creolean for that matter, knows what happened and how to fix it."

"Right, Representative Basi. We can ask her." Kirk decided. "Let's go, the sooner the better."

Basi was very quick to answer the door when they buzzed. And of course, she greeted the three with a smile and invited them inside. "Captain Kirk, how unexpected. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Yes, there is," McCoy said.

"Last night, we were both given what is known on Earth as a fortune cookie by one of your party," Spock explained, "When we read the fortune and woke up the next morning, we found ourselves switched - do you know why that is?"

To that, the representative seemed a bit freaked out. She looked over her shoulder and called out, "Mémé!"

The elderly Creolean from the night before stepped out from behind the hexagonal wall, saw Spock and McCoy, and turned to make a hasty retreat. Of course, the younger woman caught her arm, and the two were strung up in an argument in their native language. After a few minutes, the elder was allowed to leave and Basi walked up to them. "I am sorry, she is crazy."

"So can you fix it?" Kirk asked, a bit hopefully.

She bit her lip. "No, I cannot fix this. It is up to the two of you to solve it."

McCoy was very tempted to give her a nasty look, but didn't. "And how do you propose we do that, huh?"

"Read your fortune again, it has the answer," she advised.

Before any more chewing out could be done, Kirk led them out of the room and to his quarters. "Alright gentlemen, that means we've got to find the fortunes you read."

"I do not believe that will be necessary, Captain," Spock said, "I remember what it said: 'Your journey soon begins, reflected in another's eyes - When what you see is what you lack, only selfless love will change you back.'"

McCoy sighed with frustration. "Great, so we're stuck like this."

Kirk pondered the fortune a moment. "I'm sure we'll figure it out. But in the meantime, Spock, your parents wanted to see you."

Spock almost seemed worried. "And as you might have guessed, I cannot see them like this."

"Then I'll do it," McCoy decided, "how tough on me could they be?"

"You would be surprised, Doctor," Spock mused. "I would recommend keeping some distance from my father, should he suspect something is wrong then he could very well use the mind meld to discover that you are not me."

"Now that's a real problem isn't it," the Doctor said. "And I guess there's nothing I can do about that right? Your parents probably know you a hell of a lot better than us, so we've got two options: don't meet with them, or you can start pouring your whole life story."

Of course, there was something about Spock's hesitation to answer that showed McCoy was starting to get on his nerves. "There is a third option, though I would have preferred not to use it."

"You've had another option this whole time, and you didn't think til now to bring it up?" McCoy questioned.

Spock ignored the comment and continued. "This goes off of our first attempts to return to normal, through running into each other to generate a shock. I have come to the conclusion that perhaps that shock we did make was not mutual. Do you remember what happened?"

Kirk seemed to get where he was going. "Yes, you got sent across the room and McCoy hardly moved."

"Precisely. My idea is that the impact had not been the same in relative terms. While I reacted to the force upon running into McCoy, my body allowed him to withstand the force of the impact and stay where he was. If we both experienced the same amount of shock in relative terms, then that might force a switchback - though for how long, I cannot be sure."

McCoy thought about that for a second and decided on one thing. "Well, if this is gonna work, we're kinda forced to let Nurse Chapel in on this. I've got an idea on how we could do this, but I'd rather have her helping us out just to be safe."

"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way," Kirk agreed.

Thanks a bunch for what reviews I've been getting. I'm sure it's fairly obvious right now that I'm only giving Spock and McCoy the basic problem of that movie. I know they'd probably handle it much differently than how they did in Freaky Friday, which is why I needed to give them conditions so they would prefer to keep things quiet. I'm fully open to changing some things, such as allowing a very select few people find out about what's going on. The solution, however, is the same as the movie; they need to really do something selfless for the other, not in the interest of returning back to normal, in order to switch back.

Anyways, keep reviewing guys and see you next chapter!