Okay, so that was supposed to be the end of the story but a lot of people put it on alert so I figured that I could do at least one or two more chapters. Sounds easy for you right?

Here's the deal, you guys have to review, otherwise it's very disappointing. Even if it's just to say, "Good", or "Me like story", I'm fine.

I already put the disclaimer on the first chapter, so if you want to read it, go there.

Here we go.

"No! I don't wanna go get hypersprayed!"

"George, it's really not that bad sweetie. Would you rather get hyposprayed and go play thirty seconds later, or get sick and have to stay in bed for a week?"
"I wanna do it now, but you have to do it mommy!"

"Want to George, not wanna and why do you want mommy to do it?"

"Because Uncle Bones makes it hurt real bad!"

Madeline Kirk stared at her child. He was more like his father then he would ever know. "Dear Lord, please help us after he hits puberty."

"All right, when we get there, I'll talk to Uncle Bones and try to get him to let mommy do it, okay?"

"Okey dokey artichokey!" George smiled up at her, and Madeline could see the beginnings of the Kirk smirk on his face.

"And where did you get that phrase?"

"Uncle Scotty Mom, duh…"

"How could I not know," Madeline said with a roll of her eyes.

"Was that sarcasm Mommy?"

"Yes sweetie, it was, why do you ask?"

"Daddy says you're usin' sarcasm when your eyes spin," he told her, simply taking her hand and trying to pull her along. "Come on Mommy, the sooner we get the hyperspray, and the sooner I go home and play with my representertative toys."

"Who told you they were representative toys?"

"Uncle Spock. He said it was illogical to call them stuffed animals, like you and Daddy, and Aunt Hura do. What should I call them?"

"Well how about this, when we're around Uncle Spock we'll call them toys and stuffed animals around everyone else."

"Works fer me."

"For me sweetie, not fer me. I know I taught you that one," Madeline chided gently.

"But that's how Uncle Scotty says it," George told her, confused.

"Uncle Scotty says things differently sweetie, it's just the way he is. But you don't speak like that, do you?"

"No Mommy, I speak like me."

"Good, now, if you are good, I'll take you to see Daddy after you're hyposprayed. Can you be good?"

"Only if Uncle Bones is," he told her, staring up at her, completely serious.

"All right sweetie, I'll get Uncle Bones to be nice," Madeline told him with a laugh. Grasping his hand more firmly she walked out of the lift into the medical bay.

"I'm telling you Bones I don't want you putting that fu-,"

"Language James Kirk!" Madeline called from across the room.

"Jesus woman! Where did you come from?" James asked whipping around wildly.

"What did I say about language James? George will repeat everything at this age. We just came by to get him updated on his shots."

"Sorry love, I'll try to be good now," he told her, pecking her on the lips.

" And how are you squirt?" he asked George, picking him up placing him on the counter next to him.

"Well, I'm good because Momma said we get to go visit you at the bridge when we're done here."

"Well then I better skedaddle up to the bridge then. See you in a couple minutes Mads. See ya Bones!"

"Not so fast Kirk, you haven't been sprayed yet," Bones told him, grabbing his arm.

Madeline began spacing out as her husband and friend began arguing about medical what not with their son giggling at their antics. She thought back to a day quite like this six or seven years ago…