What was now Spock in a disgruntled Doctor McCoy's body lay on the Biobed trying desperately to sleep. After McCoy's' pregnancy test they had consented to run scans on everyone who had been switched.

And when those tests came back glaringly negative and they had to explain just why the test needed to be run, well...

Doctor McCoy was exceedingly embarrassed. So far no explanation could be drummed up, and everyone on the ship was giving both of them odd looks. They were even giving each other odd looks.

McCoy, of course, questioned Spock. Ugh, what a nightmare that had been. Spock rolled over and covered his head with the silverish blanket, trying to kill the thoughts he was thinking.

As if he would do anything to get him pregnant. As if he could.

Spock gave up. He swung his significantly shorter legs over the edge of the Biobed and stood up. He shuffled silently over to McCoy's office. And, without making any noise, peered over the good Doctors shoulder.

"What can I do for you Mr. Spock?" Said the illustrious Doctor without any sign he'd heard him in the first place.

"I'd like a sedative, Doctor," Spock said, the weariness plain in his tone.

Now McCoy turned and looked at him in contained surprise. "Another sedative? I have already given you two doses above recommended." He raised an eyebrow.

Spock sighed. "I am still unable to sleep, Doctor."

"Well, I can't give you any more sedatives, it bears risk of-"

"Of what?" Spock spat, finally having enough. "Death? In case you haven't noticed, Doctor, we are both going to die. In fact, eighteen people are going to die. I'd rather die sleeping than in a mess on the floor." At the end of his outburst, Spock was positively seething. "Even if it is you who is dieing." He wavered a bit, and bit his lip.

McCoy stood up slowly, "Spock, sit down over here."

"Why?" came the venomous response.

"Just shush, sit on this couch and shut your mouth for one second." Spock sat. "There, now, talk to me."

"What?" There was no anger, just confusion.

"Okay, ah, let me explain…. For all your life you have been able to suppress your emotions, and right now I figured out why. It's your body's natural defense to everything. But, as of this moment, you can't do that. My body is incapable of that kind of thing. And as a human, the only way to feel better, is to feel way worse."

Spock didn't even bother to raise an eyebrow at the illogic of the response. Instead he sighed. "What do you want me to talk about?"

Doctor McCoy paused, "Well, how about…. That time you thought you killed Jim."

Spock twinged, "I'm not sure I-"

"Shush, just talk."

And so, with a deep breath and a little courage,

Spock began to talk.

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Authors notes: Doctor McCoy is my hero, he alway knows what to say, and how to say it. Unless he doesn't...