The Carnival Part 2

Kirk opened his eyes. All he could see was white.

"I'VE GONE BLIND!" he screamed into the white oblivion.

"No, Jim, I believe you are looking at the ceiling." A surprisingly familiar voice wafted from his right.

Kirk rolled over suddenly and sat up. "you." He said, his voice laced with menace. "You TRICKED me!"

"Jim, I.."

"You made me eat those chocolates."

"I did warn you, Jim."

"You MADE me!"

"Jim, they were no chocolates…"

"You said they were chocolates."

"Jim, I did not."

"You did too!"

"Jim, I DID NOT,"

"YOU DID TOO!"

I am in control of my emotions, I am in control of my emotions…I am in control of my emotions…

"I AM IN CONTROL OF MY EMOTIONS!" Spock blurted out.

The sickbay turned stonily silent as all heads swivelled towards Spock.

Spock wished he could have evapourated on the spot.

Highly illogical. He reminded himself. Evapouration is part of the water cycle and although I am approximately 66.8734457% water, It is not logical that I could merely evapourate on the spot, so to speak.

Kirk smiled. "What was that I ate anyway?"

Spock frowned "I am not able to disclose that information to you, the 'chocolates' were in fact a highly poisonous substance from Vulcan."

"Highly POISONOUS?! How come I didn't die, and come to think of it, why was it under your bed?"

"Luckily I carry around an antidote, and…well…erm…I use it…on certain occasions."

"You kill people?" Kirk grinned.

"Now I asked you who was playing God." Spock continued, hastily changing the subject.

"Well…who in the group has the most…radiant….golden hair?"

Spock frowned "I am not aware that any of us have golden hair, I was under the impression that our hair is all of varying shades of black and brown."

"Spock! It's me Spock!"

"Highly illogical to call your hair a gold shade…It is in fact brown."

"Hey, you seen that 20th Century western?"

"Evidently I will not be able to answer that particular question as I am not aware precisely which 'western' you are referring to. And more to the point, why is everything centered on the 20th Century in Star Trek?"

"Well, the name escapes me, although it does feature a main character that has dark brown hair and is known as 'Blondie' to everyone."

"That is highly illogical." Said Spock

"Well, then I'll be illogical." Said Kirk defiantly.

Just then, McCoy appeared.

"Hey Kirk, Spock!" he said

Oh no. thought Spock

"I hear you fed him poisonous chocolates!" said McCoy, his face lighting up.

Then he cleared his throat and beckoned Spock towards him. Spock's brow creased quizzically.

"Come over here Spock…" he muttered.

Spock stood up and moved forward.

"Hey you got ay more of that…I could use a few…well there's this really annoying patient…keeps demanding a real doctor, not just a trainee, I tell him repeatedly I am a real doctor…" Spock's eyebrow rose.

"Well…" McCoy noticed Spock's expression "I'm as good as one, in fact I'm better…I'm going to be a real doctor on board a mighty destroyer…"

"Don't you think doctor, you would be better suited to a frigate?" Spock replied coolly.

"Why you green blooded, pointed eared hobgoblin!" McCoy screeched.

Spock sighed. "I am becoming bored of that phrase McCoy."

Kirk whipped out of bed "Bored? Isn't that a human emotion Spock?"

McCoy and Kirk started a chant: "SPOCK'S A HUMAN, SPOCK'S A HUMAN, HE HAS EMOTIONS, HE HAS EMOTIONS!"

"As you are constantly reminding me, I am half human." Spock retorted "By the way, doctor, who is that patient of an annoying disposition that you so angrily grind your teeth over?"

"Oh…" said McCoy offhandedly "Some guy called Finnegan."

"Finnegan?" Kirk said quick as a flash "You got any of those chocolates left?"

"I will turn a blind eye as you continue to remove them from my top pocket." Spock said casually.