Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.
A/N: I would like to thank everyone who has been reading/following his story. I love reading the reviews and have come to the conclusion that I actually know where this is going. I'm making up the sciencey stuff in this, so I hope it at least sounds plausible in theory. There may be a sequel to this, it will depend on A) how I end this and B) if I survive exams. Enjoy!
Spock was unsure why Jim's sudden presence in sickbay would cause such a commotion, he assumed that most of them would know about Jim's true condition, but from the reaction they got, he realised otherwise.
'In here,' McCoy called out from his office.
The two of them slipped in and the door shut behind them.
'I take it this was your doing,' McCoy addressed Jim.
Spock wondered if McCoy was annoyed at Jim or the disruption to his sickbay, his unasked question was shortly answered as McCoy ran the usual tests on the pup, a pup that was begging to grow.
'Have you discovered what is causing his condition yet,' Spock enquired, not expecting an affirmative answer.
'Kind of, his cells seem to be holding onto some sort of weird energy, releasing it slowly, if I'm right, when the energy is gone, he will return back to normal.'
'How long until he returns to normal?'
'Hard to say, I can't measure how much of this energy his cells are containing, or how fast the energy is dissipating. This could last a few more minutes, days, years or even never.'
'If the energy is dissipating how could the condition never reverse itself?'
'I can't tell if the energy is being replenished at a rate greater or equal to that of the energy being released then this could well be permanent. I'm hoping with more data, I can find a way to measure the energy levels.'
'Hoping is not productive.'
'Hope motivates production,' McCoy shot back coolly.
Both men were distracted by a bark at the door. Jim stood on his hind legs, leaning against the door, waiting to be let out.
'If he keeps growing like this, he will be able to let himself out, then there'll be trouble,' McCoy retorted drolly.
Spock was inclined to agree, Jim had started out as a tiny pup hardly taller than his ankle, who was now about a third of the way up his shin. Of course that might of had something to do with the captain's inability to stop eating, consuming the same amount of food as a small child per day. Spock bid the doctor good day and headed for the bridge.
If the pup's presence in sickbay caused a stir, then the reaction from the bridge crew was close to that of a small riot. It didn't help matters when the captain took a running leap and landed in the captain's chair, sitting to attention, as if this was another ordinary day at work. Nyota's expression reminded Spock that there were certain precautions that needed to be addressed, it was only through sheer diligence that Starfleet had yet to learn of the condition that had befallen the captain of the Enterprise. Both Spock and McCoy had agreed that being sent back to star command was not in the captain's best interests.
'So the captain's chair will be occupied by a dog today?' Nyota asked, flashing a winning smile.
'The captain's chair is currently occupied by the captain,' Spock returned neutrally.