Only human again
His dreams had been strange. Muted colors, the entire world skewed in weird ways he couldn’t pinpoint, like everything was too tall or he was too short. And the impression, through it all, that he was something other than human. At some point these images shifted, settled into the more familiar images of his usual dreamscape, that impression slipping away until Chris was sleeping deeply, unaware of anything out of the ordinary. He woke up slowly, becoming aware of his surroundings bit by bit and frowning as the puzzle pieces scattered again.
He was in the living room of their suite, the quiet hum he had begun to grow accustomed to there in the background. It was quiet; early morning, perhaps. But why was he lying on the floor? And as the cool air licked over his skin-his bare skin-he groaned. Why was he naked again? Peeking around, he checked to make sure the room was empty. Finding it was, he stood up slowly, stretching and taking stock of his situation. He remembered drinking with George and Spock… drinking quite a lot, actually, which did nothing to alleviate his concerns as to the how and why of his present state, but went some way toward explaining the disgusting taste in his mouth.
Chris made a face, not sure what he’d been up to but knowing he needed to brush his teeth immediately. He scratched his neck, looking down at the floor, where something caught his eye. Kneeling to pick it up, he realized it was a tiny collar, like for a small animal. Turning it over, he saw his own name printed on it and froze, staring at it for a long moment, memories shifting and fitting together in ways he hadn’t thought they could, the feeling making his head spin.
He bolted for his room, charging blindly across and into the bathroom. His knees had barely hit the floor before he was throwing up.
He was in the living room of their suite, the quiet hum he had begun to grow accustomed to there in the background. It was quiet; early morning, perhaps. But why was he lying on the floor? And as the cool air licked over his skin-his bare skin-he groaned. Why was he naked again? Peeking around, he checked to make sure the room was empty. Finding it was, he stood up slowly, stretching and taking stock of his situation. He remembered drinking with George and Spock… drinking quite a lot, actually, which did nothing to alleviate his concerns as to the how and why of his present state, but went some way toward explaining the disgusting taste in his mouth.
Chris made a face, not sure what he’d been up to but knowing he needed to brush his teeth immediately. He scratched his neck, looking down at the floor, where something caught his eye. Kneeling to pick it up, he realized it was a tiny collar, like for a small animal. Turning it over, he saw his own name printed on it and froze, staring at it for a long moment, memories shifting and fitting together in ways he hadn’t thought they could, the feeling making his head spin.
He bolted for his room, charging blindly across and into the bathroom. His knees had barely hit the floor before he was throwing up.