Ode to a Sheepdog

Title: Ode to a Sheepdog 1/1
Author: K.V. Wylie
Rating: G
Status: new
Codes: McCoy, Spock
Warning: none, except the plot is stolen
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Viacom, Paramount, and
the lawyers. This is non-profit fanfic, and no harm is meant.
Summary: In response to the ninth wave challenge to write a
Spock/McCoy story about cloning. I failed. I started out
with five Spocks 'servicing' McCoy in bed, but the story went
badly PWP (like I couldn't see that coming), and then it just
got funny. Not good funny; just pathetic. Then I saw a
cartoon in which Wile E. Coyote became insane after taking on
Sam Sheepdog.


Dr. McCoy had disappeared several days ago, after their latest
argument. It wasn't like the doctor to hide out for so long,
so Spock wasn't surprised to enter a turbolift and come upon

"Doctor," he said in greeting, though not in his usual formal
manner. Spock could afford to bend a little. After all, he'd
won their last argument.

McCoy nodded in response. Spock's level came. He exited the
turbolift, rounded a bend in the corridor, and found McCoy
before him.

Spock looked behind him. The doctor had remained in the lift,
hadn't he?

No, logic dictated that was impossible, for McCoy was, indeed,
in front of him.

The Vulcan walked past the doctor, entered the commissary, and
came to an abrupt halt.

Dr. McCoy was in a chair at a table.

Spock's face didn't show it, but he was heavily startled.

"Doctor, how did you get here?"

McCoy shrugged. "I went to a Starfleet recruiting office."

"I meant, how did you get in this room?"

There were other people in the commissary, and now they were
starting to stare.

"Never mind," Spock said. He returned to the corridor.

And found McCoy lounging idly against the opposite wall.

Spock's heart stopped in his chest. He would have whirled
around to check the commissary again, but was too stunned to

"Something wrong, Mr. Spock?"

"No," Spock managed. "I . . . need to return to the bridge."

But McCoy was around the next curve, and the next one. He was
entering one room, leaving another, sliding out of a Jeffries
Tube, eating an apple, talking to a crewman, laughing with
Nurse Chapel, and helping Scotty take a cover off an access

Three of him were in the turbolift, two upright and one
hanging upside down from a ceiling strut while blowing bubbles
from a soap pipe. One of the bubbles landed on Spock's
forehead and popped.

Spock remembered nothing after that.

A little later, down in Sickbay, McCoy looked with
satisfaction upon a heavily-sedated Vulcan, and murmured as he
stroked his brand new, shiny, Clone-a-Matic. "That'll teach
you to think you can get the last word with me."