“I’ve got the business with the Halkans to deal with,” Kirk replied. “I was wondering if you could give the away team a check-up,” Kirk said. “What were you doing? I’ve tried your room twice and sickbay three times…” McCoy got to his feet and went to the wall. The intercom on his wall blinked and Kirk’s voice came through again. McCoy shuddered and was suddenly back in his room. And then suddenly the Vulcan’s eyes were open and he was sitting up and reaching for him. But then why he could see Spock lying there, still and quiet, the only sounds the monitor above their heads and McCoy’s own blood pumping through his veins. The mind meld with the other Spock… Had it really been that bad? It was past and gone. He knew he was just distracting himself from his real fear. Was it something from the other universe? Some disease that was only in that time, something bug that he didn’t recognize? Perhaps if he could dig further into that possibility… He had been perfectly healthy the last time he had checked. What had happened? What had caused this? He didn’t feel sick, at least not with a virus. Staring down, he saw that his hands were shaking. Standing, he slowly went to the bed and sat down. He gave himself a quick once over but could find nothing wrong. There was no trace of the pain, but his heart still beat with terror. Carefully, McCoy sat up and touched his head. The blackness faded to gray and then he was staring at the ceiling of his room. Then the torment exploded in his head and everything went black. The darkness drew closer, smothering him, the banging in his head grew too loud to take and the room swam before him. He cried out in agony, clutching his head as the pain intensified, becoming unbearable. Then it happened again darkness pulsing in the corners of his eyes and his head pounding with such intensity he was driven to his knees. The feeling was gone as quickly as it had come, and he stood there for a moment, taking deep breaths. Placing his hand against the wall he steadied himself. He had nearly reached the bed when suddenly his head spun and he staggered. There was a rather good book waiting on his shelf and he was looking forward to getting some rest. McCoy had no desire to recount what had happened. Jim could keep on believing his reasoning.

McCoy splashed some water on his face and dried off with a towel. The captain seemed to think Spock had figured out himself, as Vulcan’s were prone to do, and was happy to continue thinking that. He had not told Jim about what had happened, or how the mirror Spock had suddenly known to send them back to their own universe. He walked into the bathroom and ran some hot water. McCoy shivered, pulling off his blue shirt to reveal his black undershirt. No torture weapons, no blood on the floors, no foul taste in the air and no Spock…

His nurses were tending to anyone in need with a gentle and caring manner. To his enormous relief, it had been as clean and hospitable as usual. Not an hour later, the doctor walked into his quarters after an inspection of sickbay. His heart was still beating fast, but he was home now. McCoy took a breath and followed his friends off the pad. Kirk stepped off the pad, grinning at Spock, who stood waiting for them, relief obvious on his usually stoic face. Behind him on the transporter pad, Scotty let out a laugh, and Uhura’s face broke into a wide smile upon the realization that they were home. The moment the familiar transporter room materialized around him, Doctor Leonard McCoy’s mind snapped back to reality. When the away team return from the Mirror Universe, McCoy starts suffering from something that happened in the other universe.

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