McCoy listened with as much emotionlessness as he could muster up. Scotty was trying to explain exactly what had happened when the switch had been made. McCoy really felt like crying at what Scotty had said, but to his surprise, his emotions stayed buried easily.

"So, you see we've done some studies, and found out that at the exact moment of the switch, conditions on the ship were perfect. When we passed through the anomaly, it merely accentuated our minds energy to a certain degree that for a moment, any thing in physical contact with us was also mentally in contact." Scotty paused to make sure every one was listening. "It was sort of like a Vulcan mind meld, but with much more dire results. We think we should be able to fix it but…"

"But what, Scotty." Kirk said, fingering his new hair. He had decided to let his hair down, but wasn't so sure that had been a good idea. He had been getting some strange looks from the men on board ship.

"The anomaly has disappeared." He said flatly. "We can't find it, or any remnants of it." He sighed, this was only going to make it worse, but he had to say it. "And even if we could find the anomaly, it wouldn't matter. Conditions on the ship were so drastically altered that we estimate another year before they are right for another switch."

McCoy watched Spocks shoulders slump a little more. Again finding it amazing that Spock was so unable to control his emotions, just because of a change in body. He sighed inside his skull, so as not to be heard, and stood.

"I must leave," he said. "If I've no chance, I have to get sick bay affairs in order."

Those clustered around the small table nodded. They to, had things to do. People to see, apologies to be made.

McCoy just nodded, and left.

He walked down the corridors of the Enterprise. It took almost no energy to do so, either. Spock was so much taller than him that it took half the time to get there.

He entered Sick bay, and his newly acute hearing heard a soft scurrying away. The sounds of Nurse Chapel trying to stay out of his sight.

But then, she had been avoiding him for all those days.

He started to arrange his hypos, and heard the swish sound of the door opening. He turned and faced a disgruntled Spock.

"Evening Spock, how can I help you?"

"I need you to give me a physical and check for this," he said, and handed McCoy a pad with a single screen brought up.

McCoy's eyes widened. "Spock, this is-"

"I know, just do it."

With eyes wide he nodded. He pulled out several of the nastier, less used tools and pushed Spock once more onto a Bed.

His instruments had never lied yet, but he was finding this reading impossible to believe. He re-did the test twice more, and checked his numbers again.

There was no change in what he saw.

"Spock," he said his eyes again wide. "I-I'm not sure if this is right, but…"

Spock nodded, "It's true than? What I expected?"

"Yes, Spock. I don't know how, but… You're pregnant."

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Authors note: ...Muhahaha...