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.


7. Seven

The shower section of the nursing home was rather fascinating. There were different sections to the entire facility for one to cleanse oneself. One section was labeled 'Bath tub' and the other section labeled 'shower'. Spock noted the wheel chair bound elderly going down that section. Spock folded his clothes then placed them onto the bench outside of the showers. He chose to ignore the other males and females who past him after tossing their clothes into their own piles. But not Spock. He had to fold his laundry. Neatly. McCoy had gleefully ignored the Vulcan after getting himself undressed. As it turned out McCoy had many scars on his backside. Spock placed his slippers on the top of the clothes. Spock walked into the wet scenery filled by voices. There were black and white old people here as well. Some of their bodies were covered by soap bubbling their bodies in white and blue colors. At least one backside to an alien elderly had a lot of ridges in the middle spreading down to their toes.

Spock entered a empty shower.

The water jetted out of the shower-head.

"Umoja ni fahari yetu,undugu ndio nguvu,chuki na ukabila," It sounded Swahili. A woman's beautiful voice was singing through the room. "Hatutaki hata kamwe,lazima tuungane, tuijenge nchi yetu,pasiwe hata mmoja,anaetenganisha."

It was Swahili. Spock hadn't heard Swahili since he visited Kenya briefly with T'Pring to get themselves reacquainted after he had been gone for so long on his duties. He did not regret the night they shared together. Now that Spock thought about it, T'Pring had almost smiled at the dancing the young women were doing. Young and beautiful. And Spock recalled taking her hand, sending the message, back to her only that she was beautiful just as them in his eyes. And she in turn squeezed his hand back. A rare show of emotion in public for her and himself. Through their bond she had sent back a wave of gratitude and affection.

"Kwa uchungu na mateso,kwa vilio na uzuni,tulinyakuliwa uhuru," The woman continued to sing. Spock recognized the lyrics as Kenya's patriotic song from the late 21st century. It was historically regarded as their patriotic song. It was 'Daima' Kenya by Eric Wainaina. Daima meant forever in Swahili. Spock and T'Pring had heard it with the chorus half a hundred years ago on their visit. "Na mashujaa wa zamani,hawakushtushwa na risasi, au kufungwa gerezani,nia yao ukombozi kuvunja pingu za ukoloni."

Spock rinsed through his hair then his body humming to the singing.

"Wajibu wetu,ni Kuishi kwa upendo," The female continued on the last verse. "Kutoka ziwa Mpaka pwani,kaskazini na kusini."

The water beat against Spock's skin sliding the filth down off his skin. Spock used a sponge to clean his body. A song in Vulcan came up into his mind. Well, a translation of a song that his son Shawk had listened to on highly illogical volumes. Spock recalled coming to Vulcan on Shore Leave when Shawk was sixteen. His oldest son reading a book regarding safety measures in emergency situations on a starship. Shawk curled up against the backside of his Sehlat I-Chinchin. Spock snapping his fingers and needing to raise his voice. It was illogical for a Vulcan father to be required to do so. Spock suspected that his son had inherited a bit of humanity in him. Rebellious against the Vulcan ways much like Spock's lost brother Sybok (A remarkable healer, no doubt) and preferred following his gut rather than logic. It was acceptable that Shawk lowered the volume so T'Pring could properly meditate on more serious matters. Such as Erin's gender transition. Spock had a talk with Shawk that day. The day he learned his son had made his decision of what his career was to be. And here he was. Almost living forever. Unlike his son.

Spock started singing in Vulcan, not the chorus lyrics, but mostly the verses. It was 'Live forever' by Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors. Singing the song felt: right. He felt closer to his deceased son than he did in the past hundred years. And it felt like closure to Spock. He could feel almost as though, half way through, that he was being watched. Spock contemplated whether to turn around bare naked in front of two unsuspecting old people. It would be inappropriate. Then again, everyone was naked. Spock looked over his shoulder to see a Klingon and a human who shared the same face (Except for the forehead ridge) staring at him appearing to be impressed.

"I am Koloth, and this is my 'twin', Trelane." Koloth said. His once black hair was completely gray. He looked like a respectable Klingon at that. And it was illogical for a Klingon to be here. Klingons were long living like Vulcans. They could live up through their hundreds even to their two hundreds. The only way they would accept death is by fighting. Fighting until their last breath. That's how they usually go down. Fighting. Rather than dying by old age. It was quite odd to see a Klingon in a nursing home. Then again, so was seeing a Vulcan in a nursing home with humans.

"You have a impressive voice." Trelane said, with a wave and in awe.

"You must be Ambassador Spock." Koloth said.

"Affirmative." Spock said.

"Brother, let the man take a shower." Trelane said.

"We should allow him into Sto-vo-kor." Koloth said.

"That band is for Klingons." Trelane said.

"You are not exactly a Klingon." Koloth said.

"I got the spirit of one." Trelane said, his face redder than ever. "That counts!" He gestured over toward Spock. "He doesn't."

"Violence is illogical." Spock said.

"See!" Trelane said, waving his hand.

Koloth shook his head ducking back into his shower.

"Koloth is victorious at tennis just like me," Trelane said. "I am willing to bet you are not good at it."

Spock raised his eyebrow.

"Is that a challenge?" Spock inquired.

"Yes." Trelane said.

"I would accept it if it were in the afternoon." Spock said.

"Twelve forty three PM, sharp?" Trelane said.

"Affirmative." Spock said.

"You got a match, Mr Spock!" Trelane grinned, ducking back into the shower.

Spock turned his head away then resumed cleaning himself. Koloth was a pure Klingon. This Trelane person had to be related to Koloth in some manner. Or they were a rare example of doppelgängers meeting each other, getting acquainted, and the other doppelgänger convincing the other doppelgänger that they were brothers when in fact they were not. It was fascinating to Spock that a doppelgänger likely convinced a Klingon of such. Or the Klingon really did not have any living family members remaining. Then it became obvious to the fact that having someone around likely comforted the Klingon. Logical. But not why he was here.

He stepped out of the sonic shower's line of perception. The water stopped jetting out of the rounded shower head. The water beneath his feet was was shortly there after vanished returning to the dry floor it had been before. Spock turned around then walked out of the shower where at the exit he came across the towel hanging on a rack. A rather nice and dry white towel that hadn't been there before. Most showers in Star Fleet were sonic but surprisingly this was straight out of the 22nd century. Spock picked up the towel to reveal that there was another one. He wrapped the other around his waist to block view of his private area then went on to dry his other limbs using the towel.

"You have a gorgeous voice," Came a female's voice, at least the one that had sang that beautiful Swahili song. Spock lowered the towel from his face to see a dark woman with white hair and a pair of pretty earrings. She had a towel that covered both parts of her body. "Nyota Uhura, former Admiral, formerly head of linguistics."

"Greetings," Spock said,doing the Vulcan salute. "I am Spock."

"Ambassador Spock?" Uhura said, in surprise.

"Yes." Spock said.

"For a Vucan, your singing is like sugar," Uhura said. "Here I thought Vulcan's can't sing."

Spock raised his left eyebrow.

"Vulcans are capable of singing," Spock said, lowering his eyebrow. "We are a very private species when it comes to our culture and entertainment."

"What is your national anthem?" Uhura asked, curiously.

"Live long and prosper." Spock replied.

Uhura had a slight smile appear on her face.

"You are going to feel right at home, Mr Spock." Uhura said, patting lightly on his chest.

Uhura walked past the Vulcan as she sang to herself.


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