Out of his shell

What if they never served on the same ship and never became the legendary crew Star Fleet regarded? What if they all met at a nursing home? What if it Spock was in a shell of his own? Much like Jim would be. And all it took was McCoy to be there to tow them both out as much as he will regret it.

Inspired by Jim Carrey's second parody of Star Trek in living color.


5. Five

Spock dreamed that he was on a flying eagle that was twice it size. It was illogical. The eagle landed on the ground where there was patches of grass, green grass everywhere, and people dancing around a burned out fire pit having fun. Spock wished to speak to inquire why they were dancing. He couldn't reach his hand out. It was like he was an outsider. They appeared to be so happy. Humans were illogical. Suddenly he saw a familar figure in the background. Spock felt his legs moving. He was running, shouting, "T'Pring!" How did he know it was her? He had no idea. He could hear his heart thumping. He didn't pant or sweat.

Spock landed square on his knees then forced himself back up.

"T'Pring!" Spock shouted.

Spock came to a stop at the beginning of the bridge. It was clear as day. Spock could see young T'Pring standing there at the end of the bridge, her hands clasped together behind her back, and her eyeshadow prominent. She looked beautiful just the way she did when they first married. The day that Stonn, her champion, died. It was one of the things that Spock regretted. Killing a Vulcan just over his mate. It was wrong. And it was illogical for a Vulcan to do over a female in any given circumstance but Pon Farr was another story. She had her head raised high. Her eyes meeting him. She had a scowl on her face. A highly visible one.

"I am not for thee." T'Pring said.

"But thee is betrothed to me." Spock said.

"I have fallen for thee fallen." T'Pring said.

"Thee fallen was not your betrothed." Spock said.

"Thee was my ashayam." T'Pring replied.

Spock stepped forward onto the wibbly wobbly bridge.

"Thee was never revealed as such." Spock said. "I could have grieved with thee."

T'Pring turned away.

"It is illogical to grieve for what is not thees." T'Pring said.

Spock walked forward.

"I cherish thee," Spock said, as she had her arms folded. T'Pring had spoken formally. Like T'Pau did during their marriage ceremony. "T'Pring!" He ran forward after her direction wanting to wrap his arms around her and cry into her shoulder. "T'Pring!"

He was acting on impulse rather than logic. He had not had a dream in weeks. His legs felt like they could run a thousand miles. The planks of the bridge vanished before his eyes under his feet. His eyes were focused on the figure standing on the exit part of the bridge facing her head away from his direction. Ten years he had been separated from her. Ten years had Spock returned to a empty house after every Ambassador mission. Ten long years. He had been fortunate to spend the hundred years he had with T'Pring when he could. He had accepted the neutral zone patrol for that reason. To be closer with T'Pring and his family. He was there when a strange probe came through neutralizing every ship it came into contact with. He gave the order of going into stasis pods. And it was only thanks to James T. Kirk and his crew on a stolen Klingon Vessel did they get saved. It was James T. Kirk's doing that the Khitomer treaty was signed. Present by his side was Captain Thelin th'Valrass in the occasions afterwards. It was seeing his family again that pushed the Vulcan onward to getting into his own pod to remain in suspended animation until it was over.

Suddenly the middle of the bridge gave out.

"T'Pring!" Spock shouted while he was falling. Spock looked down toward what he was falling toward to see ocean. Down, down, down, and verydeep down along the rocky and rugged terrain. It was illogical to be afraid of death. Spock, however, found his heart beating faster. His mind screaming in terror. And his eyes were widened. Falling down in the direction of a body of water under extreme speed could indicate his death to be swift. And if there were sharks here he would be quickly eaten or if there were cat fish. Large species of cat fish were known to eat human bodies.

Spock's eyes opened to a unfamiliar glow in the dark scenery. He could see the shapes of various star fleet models decorating the wall glowing in the dark. The planet's atmosphere that was drifting in through the opened windows calmed the Vulcan down. His hair was messy from turning from side to side. He could feel sweat coming down his skin. He had been terrified by a dream. A mere dream. And he was afraid to fall asleep once more in a place he had no idea where he was.

"Where am I?" Spock said.

"Sweet Hill Nursin' home." Came a grumble. "Go to sleep,Spock. Too early to be awake."

Spock turned his head in the direction of the Southern voice.

"Do I know you?" Spock said.

McCoy turned over, his hair messy, and shot a tired but angry glare.

"Mister Spock, I am too tired for this game." McCoy said.

"Games are far illogical." Spock said.

"No, they are not." McCoy said.

"Who are you?" Spock said.

"I will not indulge your proddin'. That took guts to talk about my past with you." McCoy said.

"Ah. I am having an episode then." Spock said.

"A what?" McCoy said.

"An episode. An event that feels episodic whenever it occurs. There was a virus once released upon me on the USS Endeavor, selectively, and it rapidly made my age change. I acted unlike myself." Spock said. "Perhaps in the morning I will remember. Maybe I will not remember this conversation taking place." McCoy leaned forward staring at the Vulcan's direction. "My favorite color is blue."

"Get yourself a diary, hobgoblin!" McCoy said.

"What is your favorite color?" Spock asked.

"Classified." McCoy said.

"Mine is blue." Spock said.

"You just told me your favorite color is blue." McCoy said.

"I did not." Spock said.

"Yes, you did." McCoy said.

"I would remember if I did." Spock said.

There was a pause.

"Mine is green. Not like you are going to remember that." McCoy said.

"I like cats." Spock said.

"Cats. Cats?" There was a laugh from the doctor. "And here I thought Vulcans did not like animals."

"We do like animals. Your experience with a member of my species indicates they were sociopaths. Which is logical given your reply. Did we talk about animal cruelty?" Spock further asked. "Yes or no."

"No." McCoy said. "I like squirrels."

"Squirrels are adorable." Spock said.

"Squirrels are better companions than raccoons." McCoy said.

"Raccoons get fat for winter and are likely to get aggressive as they age," Spock said. "Squirrels, in fact, make the perfect domestic companions due to their docile nature after being raised by them. It is by natures default that squirrels, in fact, are better domestic pets than raccoons."

There was a pause.

"I feel really uncomfortable when you agree with me," McCoy said. "Because it makes me wonder if I even agree with myself."

"That is illogical." Spock said.

McCoy sighed.

"For some reason I have a feelin' I will be hearin' that every day." McCoy said.

"Humans are illogical." Spock said.

"Then why are you here?" McCoy said.

"You should be aware of this fact since I am rather new, and logically, you ask around about new patients." Spock said.

"That I did. But she wouldn't tell me." McCoy said.

"I am half human." Spock said.

"Oh." McCoy said.

"Yes." Spock said.

"Well. . ." McCoy said. "This is awkward. I thought you were just a old Vulcan whose time table was off." Now it was Spock's turn to laugh. Freely letting out felt good. The volume of his laughter lowered. It was so dark he could not see the one from him. Spock suspected it was a shocked yet stunned look. Humans were known to take on pity for Vulcan's who had lost self control. At least his emotions were not being channeled throughout the entire building telepathically. "I wasn't intendin' to sound funny. Wanna hear a joke?"

"Go ahead." Spock said.

"Why did a Vulcan go to Qo'Nos?" McCoy asked.

"Because they were holding a marriage ceremony with a Klingon." Spock said. "Logically, the aspect of watching the two engage in rough consummation was to be seen as too 'rough' for the attendee's. And it means the wedding was more appropriate in the Klingon way. The Vulcan believed it was quite logical not to break a clavicle before friends and family."

McCoy laughed, genuine laughter came from him.

"That is better than the one I was goin' to tell." McCoy said.

Spock had fallen asleep to McCoy's laughter with a smile on his face.

"Spock? You awake?" McCoy waved his hand. "Damn it, Spock, now I am the one awake!"


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