Captain Spirk

Disclaimer: Gene Roddenberry's. Sir, THANK YOU for *CREATING* Ponn Farr and rendering all the arguments against K/S moot. You are missed. RIP.

A/N: EVERYONE was AMAZING because ALL of YOU guessed right about Spock's strange affliction! WELL DONE! Cookies for everyone!

So alright, now the proverbial cat is out of the bag (so to speak) I believe, I can say this with certainty: it's a difficult plot to navigate. I might make mistakes and for that I duly apologise for any stupidity that could be coming your way. Man, somehow, I'm SCARED that I might screw this and all of you have been so kind…The WONDERFUL comments had been very, very encouraging. So THANK YOU again and I hope that I'll deliver a good yarn for all of you. (:D)

Back to business; this chapter is mostly McCoy's POV mainly because I miss him and wants to play with him (please don't kill me). Otherwise, I feel it somewhat important that Bones takes note that stranger things are coming his way. Although no worries…the good stuff is coming. And very, very soon too! (:D)

Chapter 13: A Twisted Playground

Two days later, almost everyone on the great Starship Enterprise heard the news of a new trouble brewing in a big way. And that it inherently involves their Captain/First Officer. After all the shenanigans of recent events, most crewmembers thought nothing much about it.

Obviously they were gravely mistaken.

As if a testament to this fact, currently a PADD was seen flying across the bridge in a spectacular display of accuracy although fortunately it missed Chekov's head by a mere strand of hair because thankfully, the young navigator had the common sense to duck at just the right moment.

An unfortunate Ensign Lopez was seen nearly quaking in his boots from the death glare and subsequent verbal reprimand the Captain/First Officer were sending his way. Seriously, if look alone could kill, Lopez would most likely be reduced to cinders right about now. Everyone else tried their darndest to look busy as woe behold anyone who should interfere.

This uncommon and frankly disturbing behaviour was first exhibited on poor Janice Rand when she had brought coffee to the Captain/First Officer and received a lashing for the coffee being cold although that really was not be her fault to begin with; due to some transmissions received, the coffee lay forgotten until much later when the Captain/First Officer eventually consumed it.

The ensuing chaos was unprecedented and the poor yeoman had to be given counseling for her trauma. Dr. McCoy was not amused. The latest rumour heard around the ship was that she had already sent a formal transfer request. No one could blame her.

It all went downhill from there.

Rumor (the 'shy' beast) has it that the increased hostility from their Commanding Officers is due to the stress their 'stuck to each other' condition was giving them. Because after all, how in the Universe did a logical Vulcan be able to share a body with an illogical Human? It'll drive anyone mad. It was unheard of!

Or so the words go.

Needless to say, the good Chief Medical Officer got wind of the recent outbursts on poor Ensign Lopez and it earned Captain/First Officer an appointment with McCoy.

Again.

Later in Sickbay, there was a three-way battle of the wills going on between the main suspects; Kirk/Spock and an exasperated McCoy. Nurse Chapel who was also present to aid the Doctor had a difficult time deciding whether to be amused or concerned with what was going on.

She was eventually dismissed by an irritated McCoy and left feeling rather disappointed. After all, she would very much be interested in knowing how this 'confrontation' would end.

The moment the nurse exited his office, McCoy launched into an offensive.

'Alright both of you; what is going on here?'

When no answer was forthcoming, the Doctor continued:

'I've been receiving complaints about your erratic behavior! '-McCoy exhaled- 'Yeoman Rand had nearly had a nervous breakdown when you; I don't know which one of you yelled at her because of cold coffee, coffee, for goodness sake and today? Well, I know I've cleared both of you for duty before, but if this continues, I would have to withdraw that option and label the both of you unfit for duty.'

McCoy stopped a while to gather his breath after the tirade. He sent a stern look to Kirk/Spock in an attempt for a reaction. He received a slightly worried expression but no verbal answer and took that as a cue to continue.

'Look, I need to know what is actually going on here if I am to be able to help. Come on now, Jim, Spock, think, both of you. These incidents are not good for crew's morale. You know this. If none of you would cooperate with me, I have the right under Starfleet regulations to relieve both of you of command.'

Bones gave an empathetic look, 'And I don't want to have to do that.'

It was Kirk who yielded first to McCoy's surprise; he had expected Spock and his logic. McCoy after all, secretly suspected Kirk who is behind all these chaos in the first place.

Kirk/Spock looked as if they were fighting an internal struggle for the words to come out, which is, McCoy deduced, most likely the case.

'Bones,' Kirk sounded confused. 'I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel…strange.'

McCoy's brows furrowed. 'Strange? What do you mean?'

'I don't know. I remember feeling hot and I was sweating all over and then…I don't really remember. I don't even remember yelling at Rand, Bones. I…I just don't feel right.' A shake of the head for emphasized.

The look on the good doctor's face plainly shows that he would like nothing better than to check on Kirk/Spock's head and for very good reasons too.

'Come on Jim, you can do better than that.'

Kirk presumably, shook his head. 'That's all I can recall Bones. And uh, I've been having trouble sleeping too, I suppose.' He hesitated. 'Um, dreams, you know.' For some reason he had looked uncomfortable after that admission.

No, McCoy did not know, nor was he even able to remotely theorize a prognosis. And his doctor's instinct is suddenly tingling with the possibility that Spock (and his telling silence) might be the root of the problem at hand. If only he knew what this supposed 'thing' was in the first place.

Although McCoy is both professionally and unprofessionally very interested to learn more about Kirk's dreams, he also knows that he needed to get Spock's side of the story as well to see if it coincides with Kirk's. Somehow, he is not looking forward to it.

'What about you Spock?'

He gazed intently at the man standing in front of him; the curious and strangely compelling hybrid of both Jim and Spock and waited. And waited. And the Universe might have collapsed by the time he awaited the answer.

OK.

It had gone long enough.

'Spock, come on man! Work with me here.'

McCoy was not prepared for what was to happen next.

K/S who had been quiet and looking rather meek suddenly glowered and turned a furious gaze at him.

'Doctor, if you do not start minding your own business, I assure you that I would certainly break your neck.' Cold and unfeeling; Spock to a tee. Although even Spock would never respond in such a cold-blooded manner.

McCoy's jaw all but dropped to the floor.

It would have been better if Spock had yelled. Because frankly, saying it like that makes the hair at the back of McCoy's neck stood on end.

'Spock, what is the meaning of all this?'

And for the sake of his own tethering sanity, a shocked McCoy wished that it was him instead of Kirk who had uttered the question.

To Be Continued…

OK Spock is entering berserker mode now. Poor Jim still has no clue on what's happening to him.

Next chapter: Enter Amok Time, SPIRK style!

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