Sickbay: George, Chris, Spock, Doctors etc

[kirk_george]

George was curled into a ball and unable to enjoy all the interesting scents that were coming through around him. He wanted down, and away from the mean lady. This new place they had been taken to was full of interesting sounds and sights. He vaguely recalled being here, and he was pretty sure there were high places to hide from the mean people in.

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[kirktastic]

Jim got on calling several people immediately - Pike, Karl, Zach, Bones, and Nyota. An immediate page to get down to sickbay now, there's been a problem.

A fuzzy, annoyingly cute problem. Jim looked down at Spock still in his arms, and tried to figure out just how he was going to explain this to any of them. I'm sorry, liquor turned your friends/husband/whateverSpockistoNyotanow into a tiny kitten. We'll provide a litter box for the next few days.

Yea... no.

[letspunchit]

'A problem'. Jim could not have been less specific. It had thankfully been fairly quiet on board lately...not counting those little instances of body-swapping and time travelers from the twenty-first century...and Chris had been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Alright," he said as he strode into Sickbay, immediately spotting Jim with a squirming black-and-white kitten in his arms, a security officer nearby holding another two in place. He stopped cold, and gestured to them - the furry little orange and brown ones were giving him unwanted flashbacks to this time someone had brought a tribble aboard the ship he'd been on, and he dearly hoped that was not the issue here. "The problem is...cats?"

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones didn't spend a lot of time in the gym, but he knew when his pants started feeling a little tight that it was time to get moving again. Jogging in endless circles, he came to a stop when the call came in from Jim. One eyebrow raised. Jim was in Sickbay.

Jim only went to Sickbay if some bad shit was going down. Toweling off, he grabbed his bag of clothes and headed into Sickbay, where he spotted the Admiral already there. With Jim and security. And some cats.

He looked up at Jim, curious. "Where did they come from?"

[geekiwi]

"Where did who -- aw." Karl had run most of the way to sickbay after getting the message, unable to find Chris or Zach and worried that the problem might have been with one or both of them. They weren't here, far as he could see... but there were kittens. Which was a strange but not unwelcome thing.

[its_uhura]

Puzzled, Nyota hurried to Sickbay. Surely if something were wrong with Spock, Jim would have just said so. There must be something else going on, she decided, some accident or injury to a crewmember, perhaps one of her people. She frowned as she strode through the doors, then came to a halt, gaping at the sight of Jim, the security officer, and the three kittens.

...What. "What's going on?"

[kirktastic]

Jim looked to everyone, then pointed at each kitten in turn. "Spock. George. Chris." He gave them all a very pointed, worried look. "...Science and Engineering are already working on it, and they have very sharp claws as Spock is currently demonstrating into my hand."

[letspunchit]

Chris stared at him a moment, thinking it was a joke. But it was true he hadn't heard from George in a little while, since he'd dropped a note about helping Spock with some paperwork, and they wouldn't all have been called here under false pretenses...

Damn. There was that other shoe. Dropping. "How?" he managed, eyes fixed on the tail-flicking, tense-looking ginger kitten that was his husband.

They'd better fix this, and fast.

[geekiwi]

...

Chris? Chris Pine was that wriggling blue-eyed kitten? Karl gaped in horror. Oh, no, no, no -- that was bad. That was very, very bad. Bad. They couldn't go back to Earth, to their time, with Chris Pine as a fucking roly-poly little sweetheart of a kitten. This was even worse than the switched bodies. No doppelgangers to fake this one away.

[erudite_actor]

This one with the wide, worried eyes smelled familiar. Chris yowled at the mean red lady, wanting down so he could go say hello. It was futile, though, as she had figured out how to hold him secure and harmless. Help me, he mewled at his person.

Chris didn't like this one bit. He just wanted to be held and maybe scratched by someone nice.

[kirk_george]

Apparently the other cat's yowling seemed to get through to the mean lady who put them on one of the big tables that beeped. George turned around and bit her hard before making a leap for one of the cabinets and curling up into a back corner, hissing furiously at them all. Mean people. Very mean people.

[letspunchit]

The ensign let out a low, surprised curse and pressed her bitten hand to her shirt, still keeping hold of the other cat. George was on the loose, though, bounding away up onto the top of a supply cabinet with surprising swiftness, fur standing on end. Chris peered up at him, wondering if George's cat brain recognized him or if he'd get an eye taken out if he ventured too close.

[kirktastic]

"Evidently they drank something they shouldn't have," Jim clarified, a little. "We have people trying to fix it, but for now, each of you is in charge of your respective kittens."

Jim looked at kitten!George, then back to Pike. "Need a hand getting him down?" With a wry snort of sarcasm. "I suggest a squirt gun."

[its_uhura]

Nyota stared at Jim, then at the bundle of fur in his arms, for once in her life at a loss for words. Spock. Was a cat. Automatically she moved forward, feeling like she was watching someone else take the black and white kitten from Jim and cradle it in their arms.

"This is from a drink?" she asked when she recovered her voice. Looking down, she scratched Spock lightly behind the ears.

[dctr_mccoy]

This was getting out of hand. "Okay people," he said loudly, reminding them that he was at heart an old grump doctor. "I'm calling the veterinarian in here stat to get them checked out, collared, and then send back with you. I've got some little cages you can use, if you want."

Bones glanced up at George hissing down at them from atop a cabinet. Fuck, there was going to be fur everywhere. "Admiral, get your husband down from there or I will."

[letspunchit]

Well, that sounded ominous. Chris marched over to the cabinets and looked up, holding up his hands to form an inviting little platform the cat could hop onto. "George," he said gently, and the cat stared at him. "I don't know if you're still in there, but you've gotta come down now. I'm not climbing up there to get you."

[cso_spock]

Spock purred as Nyota held and scratched him, and kept his claws back. He rubbed his cheeks against her hand (and anything he could really get his face against - some things never changed).