Authors notes: Last chapter! After this just the Epilogue, stay tuned.
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Doctor McCoy sat hunched over in the corner of the white room. Both he and Spock wore pure white jumpsuits. He felt himself rocking back and forth and forced himself to stop again.
Seventeen hours in the treatment room and nothing had happened. Scotty had been so sure it would work, or at least that something would happen. Twice so far they had been asked if they should stop the treatment, both times they had declined.
They had been told to keep their distance by Scotty, lest the treatment be effected. So McCoy sat in one corner, Spock ramrod straight in the other.
Suddenly Spock stood. He shook his head and took a step nearer the Doctor.
McCoy hissed, "Spock, you wanna ruin the experiment? Keep your distance!"
Spock shook his head, "Obviously this exorcise is pointless." He sat down a mere centimeter away from the Doctor, "It may never work."
McCoy let out a sigh, "Some times, it's okay if things don't work." He turned to face the pale wall, "Some times all that matters is that you tried, even if you failed misera- misearab…." He felt his tounge thicken, and his vision fuzz. He turned towards Spock and as he did all the lost sleep of the past weeks caught up with him.
"Spock?" But the man was already slumping forward, his chin head hitting his chest.
And it was his chest! Doctor McCoy let out a whoop as his eyes followed the curve of one ear up to his silky black hair.
Spock stirred, "Really Doctor, relax." He lifted his head, "Re-"His eyes widened and a true grin spread across his stoic face, "Finally."
Doctor McCoy leapt up and keyed the Comm. "McCoy to Scotty!"
"D-Doctor? Is that really you?"
"You bet it is Scotty!"
There was an incomprehensible shout from the other end of the line, "It worked! Quick, get your butts out of there before it reverses!"
They wasted no time but to grin.