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Gone With the Trek
[This is the famous scene from "The Naked Time" as Scarlett O'Hara, Ashley Wilkes and Rhett Butler would play it. Think about the library scene at Twelve Oaks. Try to imagine it with a southern accent and a little bit of Amok Time thrown in for fun.]
Christine walked into Sick Bay, her velvet green hoop skirts swishing as she saw the man she loved standing there. She had to tell him how she felt ... she had to.
"Spock," she said coming up to him, and he turned to stare at her. Her knees went weak as she looked at him. He was everything she'd ever wanted in a man and then some.
"Spock, darling, I have to tell you something," she began. "I love you, Spock! I've always loved you and I always will! The Vulcan Spock and the Human Spock!"
"Christine," he stammered, wondering why she was wearing a curtain rod across her shoulders. "Christine, you're a wonderful girl, but you know I'm marrying my cousin, T'Pring. It's always been our understandin' ever since we were children at our mothers' knee."
"Fiddle dee dee, Spock," Christine cried stamping her foot. "That cold ice-cube T'Pring isn't good enough foah you. I'm the woman you need! I promise I'll make you happy!"
Spock smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'm marrying Melanie ... I mean T'Pring." (he blushed as he realized he had almost revealed his and T'Pring's secret fantasy). Christine stood stunned as Spock left. She found a glass beaker and threw it at him.
"Tut, tut", came a familiar voice. "Tempah, tempah ... "
She whirled to see Leonard McCoy in his black suit and gold vest twirling his string tie. He looked remarkably like Clark Gable with his thin mustache.
"Doctor McCoy, how long have you been standing there?" Christine demanded.
"Long enough to heah yew throw yoahself at that weak ninny, Spock," McCoy retorted.
"You, sir, are no gentleman!" Christine cried, her eyes flashing.
"Scahlett, Scahlett ... Ah mean Christine," McCoy said as he walked up to her and took her hands in his. "Yew and Ah weah meant to be togethah ... we're two of a kind."
"No, never," Christine replied, pulling away from McCoy. "My heart belongs to Spock, and it always will."
"Very well, my deah," McCoy said in a huff as he started to walk away. "But yew'll be sorry. He's marryin' T'Pring tomorrah."
"Oh, Leonard, Leonard, what'll I do, Leonard?"
"Frankly, my deah," McCoy said as he walked out the door. "I don't give a damn."
Christine sobbed as she slumped onto her desk. "I can't think about that now," she said to herself. "I'll think about it tomorrow! I'm going back to Tara ... wherever that is!"