BAIT 'N SWITCH





Spock tossed it into the recycler on his way out the door.  They emerged from the head flushed and just a little rumpled, but not noticeably the worse for the wear.  Spock double-checked his fly and smoothed his freshly cut hair.  McCoy wiggled his other arm back into the sleeve and straightened the stiff outer tunic until it lay flat against his stomach.

"Come on, Spock.  Jim is going to miss us in a minute."  Together they beat it down the passageway to meet the captain at the turbolift.




On the bridge viewscreen Vger had disappeared.  The Earth glowed a bright and brilliant blue.  Spock spoke as if to no one in particular.  "Unnecessary, Mr. Scott.  My task on Vulcan is completed."

McCoy grinned broadly and rocked on his heels.  Cramming his hands deep into his pockets, something crinkled unexpectedly against his fist.  He pulled it out and looked.  It was a 6-pack of S'Tone Man double ribbed condoms--one missing.

Blushing furiously McCoy glanced at the department emblem on Spock's arm.  Medical orange.  The one on his own was science green.  Hurriedly he yanked the tunic off over his head and held it out at arm's length.

"Here, Spock; I think this must be yours."


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