Leonard McCoy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day...

[dctr_mccoy]

It was almost time for them to go.

Starfleet was arriving soon to deal with the Romulans, and the Enterprise would be leaving Agura's orbit and heading out on its new mission

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[cso_spock]

Spock stared down at the communicator, and simply replied, "Contain them in the transporter room," before setting off immediately from the bridge.

Anatomical replacements and now this. De-aged...how many years? In what state? Had they been changed through the act of transporting or was that caused by some force on the planet?

Spock strode into the room. Impossible.

"They are children." In case it had escaped anyone in the room that these bite-sized humanoids were anything but. Spock briefly reviewed his duties: acting captain, science officer, paperwork beast of burden. These duties did not include babysitting a bunch of instinct-driven, motor-skilled-challenged, hyperactive organisms.

His captain and his doctor were appreciably...'cute,' at least in their own manners. Jim had wide eyes and Leonard was, he postulated, born with a default frown. Christopher had the quiet determination of a leader even now in his youth, and Spock idly noted that, perhaps if they had met in such young forms, he would still have followed him like the domestic sehlat in the desert. His female variant carried a quiet aura in the same fahshion as Jim, but with the sharp awareness that seemed to be lacking amongst the crowd in general. Like himself, what he remembered of his youth and seen in pictures, but obviously long-haired and a girl. Briefly, he considered whether it had mattered to his mother that he was a boy, had she had any gender preference...?

Pasha had a head of curls that were curious in their construction and foreign in their appearance to him, but his worst fear was the possibility of seeing them bounce if/when she ran from point A to point B at near-light-speed. Possibly into something toxic. And expensive. Doctor Bashir looked no less likely to get into trouble with a slight frown and watchful eyes. Commander Green remained carefully neutral now, almost observing before he chose the correct path of havoc, and it wrapped everything up neatly in one absolutely terrifying package.

Spock wasn't afraid of kids. Vulcan children generally liked him and he had avoided human children simply because they didn't come anywhere near his present work. However, in this situation, he didn't have enough hands to grab them all and lead to sickbay. So he pulled out his communicator again and contacted the necessary people, before turning back to Scotty.

"Mister Scott, they are to remain here until authorized personnel arrives to direct them to another location. Also, I would like to remind you that this is the second transformation from the transporter in a relatively short period of time."

[dilithiumwanted]

"Of course, they'll stay here." Scotty said. "As for the last thing, Do I look happy about that, Mr. Spock? This only makes my job harder, you know. Aside from the fact that now I have twice the variables to check, I have to keep them away from all the dangerous bits in Engineering."

[cso_spock]

The kids were making weird expressions at him, with the predictable exception of the young Spock. Curious, though, perhaps a little frightened, but without scorn. He could ignore it easily.

"I assure you that they will be prohibited from Engineering. Your access lifts and Jefferies tubes should already be secure, but I suggest another inspection from your department. Unless your ensigns are more willing to govern children than the Enterprise." It was more a tease than a rebuke, accompanied by a little twitch at the corner of his mouth that was almost, almost loss in his mask of professional displeasure.

[dilithiumwanted]

Scotty, being unfamiliar with Spock, of course started to panicking about his job security. Quietly, of course.

"Aye, sir."