You Crazy Vulcan

by Westel

You crazy Vulcan!

How am I supposed to put you back together,

With spare parts from all the other Vulcans aboard?

What on earth possessed you to do that?

Security teams are well-trained to defend the captain.

I suppose you think you are better equipped!

It's that blasted mixed blood of yours.

Half of you reacts instinctively, and the other half calmly

Tells me how impeccably logical it is.

Now you hover between life and death with only me and these

Stupid machines to try to save you.

You'd probably tell me I need the practice.

You needn't worry about Jim.

He's in the next room, resting comfortably.

I wish I could say the same about you.

He'll be out of here in a couple of days—

Spock, don't make me have to give him bad news!

He couldn't handle it on top of losing the others. . .

Spock, fight it man, fight it!

Don't you die on me – you'll ruin my reputation.

It'll kill Jim—it'll kill me.

Fight, dammit! I can't do any more than I have already,

Stuck out here in the middle of nowhere. . .

Show me that stubborn streak, you crazy Vulcan!

Don't leave me now.