 100 word ficlets by Mrs Spock  Your Captain Needs You, Mr Spock The beach was gorgeous, with golden sands and gentle, shimmering waves. Captain Kirk removed his boots, flinging them in abandon and letting his toes lead him to their squelchy delight at water's edge. Twenty minutes later, Spock sprinted to his captain's side, desperate to reach him after Kirk's urgent summons: "I need you, Spock!" A thousand terrible scenarios raced through Spock's mind - bottomless holes, monsters... Jim and danger met frequently. He found his friend standing below a ledge, reaching uselessly for... his boot. "Jim?" "Spock! Thank God, my... tall friend." He pointed to the boot. "Think you can reach it?" FIN A transporter malfunction caused the Vulcan first officer to be duplicated, not once, but into fifty facsimiles. Replica Spocks were marched to sickbay to see if the original Vulcan could be determined - if, in fact, he still existed. Doctor McCoy lived his worst nightmare, wading through a sea of logic-spouting Spocks, and found yet another reason to despise the oft-malfunctioning contraption. Fifty heads, being better than one, soon found a solution, and a solitary Vulcan greeted the doctor. "Are you the real Spock?" "Doctor, I am indeed the 'real McCoy'." McCoy realised his nightmare had only just begun. FIN Fruit Salad The captain and first officer sat comfortably in the rec room after shift. "Jim?" Spock looked thoughtful. "Yes, Spock." "This afternoon, I am certain I heard Mr Sulu refer to Mr Chekov as 'an apple'. Most illogical." Kirk smiled. "Yes. An apple. Fresh, green. Sulu was referring to Ensign Chekov's lack of experience. Metaphors are a human tradition, Spock." The Vulcan cogitated on that. "In that case, Jim, you are a cha'il, a fruit which survives through hardships where others perish. It is strong and golden in colour. It shelters and protects many other fruits from Vulcan's harsh conditions." Kirk suddenly felt an incredible warmth seep through his body at his friend's softly spoken words. He leaned in close to Spock. "And you, my friend, are an avocado. Green on the outside, with an extraordinarily tough centre." Spock's eyes lowered. "You mean that I am hard hearted," he whispered. Kirk stared intensely at Spock until the Vulcan was forced to look up. Hazel eyes bored into brown. "No. I meant that you have a solid core of integrity, an inner strength few possess." Spock smiled suddenly, looking down at himself. "How do you account for the avocado's high fat content? FIN For three months, I've watched them both, pacing and fidgeting, mirroring the other's hope that Spock will be his whole self once more. Amanda's taken some comfort from Sarek, I know, and I've done what I can for Jim, but they've both invested so much in Spock, and they stand to lose the most if his retraining doesn't work out. Today, I finally saw them find solace with the one other person who could understand; they embraced, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, weeping pent-up tears. They've found a medicine better than any this old country doctor could prescribe. FIN Disclaimer: The Star Trek characters are owned by Paramount; story content belongs to Mrs Spock. s t o r y i n d e x | m a i n p a g e Mrs Spock © 2002-2006
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