Twenty minuets later both Spock and McCoy were sprinting down the hallway towards engineering.

"Honestly Spock," McCoy said evenly, "It's amazing what epiphanies you have after spilling your guts."

Spock panted and tried to run a little faster, "Tell me about it," He huffed, "I don't know why we didn't think of that before."

"What, kissing?
"I'm talking more along the lines of the brilliant idea to get us back in our proper places." He said, picking up his pace even more.

"Well, I am brilliant," McCoy grinned. "But of course, you knew that."

"It was my idea," he said, slowing down and entering the turbolift. "So shut up. Engineering."

"Spock…" He said in exasperation, "Really, it may have been your idea, but who was the inspiration?"

"A physicist named C'hartu'kajtekjl," He said, eloquently enunciating each syllable.

"Klingon?"

"Yes," he turned as the lift doors opened and they both barreled out, rushing up to meet a surprised and haggard Scotty.

"Scotty! We figured it out!" McCoy was breathless.

Scotty widened his eyes and turned to give them his full attention, "How so lads?"

Spock cleared his thought, "You ran numerous tests on putting minds back in bodies, correct?" Scotty nodded, "And all were impractical?" Another nod from the quizzical Scotty, "Well-"

"It's brilliant! Forget minds to bodies; let's put the bodies back around the minds!" McCoy let out a laugh.

"That's…." Scotty stared at them both, "Ye gads! That could work!" Within seconds Scotty had run the numbers, called the captain and there was a go ahead with the plan. The time frame was lovely, as well. In two days they could be back to their own selves.

Or in worse straits than they had been. Scotty's figures told them that If there where any problems, there would be nothing left to bury.

Spock just shook his head, and said, "Those are better chances than burying anything." He shrugged, "And I would like to volunteer to test run, that is if Doctor McCoy is prepared." He turned and raised an eyebrow with a half of a smirk lighting up his face.

"Most defiantly!" The Doctor nodded profusely.

"I'll get my engineers on it. In two days you'll be back to your old selves." Scotty grinned, leaving words unspoken.

But it didn't matter.

There was hope.

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Authors notes: I really like this chapter, I can totally picture those two running down the hall having casual conversation. :)