The BLTS - Indeed? by T'Rhys --- This is an amateur work of fiction not intended to infringe on the copyrights of Paramount or any other legal holders of Star Trek licenses. Originally published in "Cheap Thrills" #2, Relationship Press 1981 Archiving allowed, no paper reprints or professional media display allowed without permission of the author. --- Having answered an irate McCoy's summons to "get your tail down here on the double," Kirk sauntered into sickbay and found himself unexpectedly in a ringside seat. "You can sit there and argue till you're blue, Spock, but no amount of logic is going to alter the facts." Now what? Kirk thought, intrigued by the idea of a blue Vulcan. "Hello, Bones, Spock. What's the problem?" "Thank goodness you're here, Jim. Maybe you can talk some sense into your bondmate." "The good Doctor appears to have taken leave of his senses," Spock cut in, earning a venomous glare from McCoy. "He insists that he has verified the truth of an improbability..." "It's not either improbable, considering Vulcan physiology." "Which doubly reinforces the odds against such an occurrence." "And I don't want to hear them! The point is that it has happened." "What has?" Kirk ventured cautiously, wondering just what either of them was expecting him to do about whatever it was, and hoping it wasn't fatal. His words seemed to remind them of his presence, and they broke off the argument abruptly. There was an uncomfortable silence, then McCoy shrugged. "One of us will have to tell him, Spock. It might as well be you." "Very well, Doctor. Captain, I wish to report the existence of a malfunction in Dr. McCoy's scanners. For the last fifteen minutes, since the termination of my regular physical examination, he has been insisting with a most illogical stubbornness..." "Look who's calling who stubborn!" McCoy retorted, rolling his eyes heavenward in disgust. Fixing the impassive Vulcan with a baleful blue glare, he promptly stupefied Kirk with the astonishing facts. "Admit it, Spock. You're pregnant." --- The End