A/N: Russian: Я НАСТОЛЬКО огорченн для ожидания! И это isn' t даже большая глава, котор нужно компенсировать его. Но я попробую сделать следующее ожидание более коротким. И я извиняюсь заранее для если я терплю неудачу.

Japanese: 私は待ち時間のためにとても残念!である! そしてこのisn' tそれを補うすばらしい章。 しかし私は次の待ち時間をより短くさせることを試みる。 そして私は失敗すればを前もって謝る。

English: I am SO sorry for the wait! And this isn't even a great chapter to make up for it. But I will try to make the next wait shorter. And I apologise in advance for if I fail in posting the next chapter ewen waguely soon.

Please enjoy…

Lieutenant Sulu was still ankle-deep in rabbit, er… stuff, and a little worried about the impending arrival of the grumpy doctor, who would probably him a long rant on how irresponsible he was (if he was lucky. If he wasn't, then he would probably get loads of painful hypos for absolutely no reason whatsoever), as if this mess was his fault! He decided to scribble a note on the nearest PADD and make a quick getaway.

The helmsman hurriedly grabbed a stylus and a PADD and scribbled his note. He left the PADD on the desk, hoping that Bones would get it, before running full pelt out the door and skidding round the corner as the doors slid shut behind him. He felt a pang of guilt at leaving Chekov, but this was overridden by the thought of facing the doctor's wrath…

…

The aforementioned doctor rounded the corner and dashed down the corridor, pausing only for a second to catch his breath (he was a doctor after all, and he knew the benefits of keeping to aerobic respiration, and besides, he was getting too old for all this running…). As he finally reached the doors to Sick Bay, they slid smoothly open to reveal a sea of mess (for lack of a better word).

Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a cleaner! Bones thought as he walked through the room, careful to avoid stepping in too much of the stuff (hard though that was) . He picked his way over to the desk, where there lay a PADD that he hadn't left like that. Curious, he picked it up and began to read:

Hi, er… everyone has kinda turned into rabbits; the mess is the small blue ones' fault - not mine!(Ensigns Richards and Richards, PLEASE GIVE THEM SEVERAL PAINFUL HYPOS WHEN THEY ARE HUMAN AGAIN!) The little yellow one is Chekov, don't be mean to him; the other two are Kirk and Spock, I'll leave you to guess which is which. I have no idea where Chapel is, but it seems that she left Ensign Demmar-Waters in charge, who ran off when she saw me, and I think she's terrified of bunnies.

Sulu

Again with the Dammit Jim! McCoy threw the PADD back onto the deskwhich he had picked it up from with a little more force than was necessary, and turned around to fix all five rabbits with a foul glare. They all shied away from his dark glower, with the exception of the large yellow one (presumably Jim - always getting himself into trouble), the large blue one with pointy ears (the hobgoblin - never could take a hint), and the two small blue ones (those dammed Ensigns!), so that only left the small yellow one who actually shied away, but oh well.

He looked around his (once!) beautiful Sick Bay, and saw again the mess that those rabbits had made. He also saw that he was alone. He was now getting really annoyed.

"DAMMIT JIM, I'M A DOCTOR - NOT A BUNNY-SITTER!" At this, all five rabbits, and it actually was all five this time, looked around, surprised at the sudden outburst. The Jim-bunny bounded up to him with a large grin plastered from whisker to whisker, while the others resumed what they were doing before. He looked over to see what the other rabbits actually were doing: the Chekov-bunny was sitting on the desk (HIS BEAUTIFUL DESK!) trying to write down equations with a stylus between his teeth, and the Spock-bunny was fully occupied running away from the Fangirl-bunnies, or in other words, Ensigns Richards and Richards.

It was time to get things straight around this ship, but first things first. Bones made his way over to his cupboard and pulled out yet more of his Secret Stash Of Saurian Brandy (which hopefully nobody but him and the people who knew about it knew about). He glugged it down, which probably wasn't good for his sanity or health, but hey - neither was being CMO of a Starship with a captain who got himself hurt even more times than he ripped his shirt (and that was a lot!), and besides, it made dealing with five bunnies all at once a whole lot easier.

A/N: Next chapter, I will try to put in some plot! A GREAT big THANKYOU to anyone who is reading this story, has put it on alert, or REVIEWED! Reviews are wery much appreciated, and they may help get the next chapter out faster.

Tigwidge: Arwen, you reviewed both chapters! Which is more than I can say for Kat… So thank you *gives virtual cookie*

talk-ape: Glad you like the Chekov bunny! And I hope you're still reading - I haven't heard anything for chapter 2 (hint, hint). Thanks for the review!

swren1: Thanks for the review. I might use that thing with the carrot supply in a later chapter!

And so, Dif-tor heh smusma (live long and prosper in Wulcan)