Spock felt trapped in his body. The being who had manipulated their way into his body had complete, utter control. Was that how easy he could be controlled? Was he compromised to the core of being easily taken out mentally? He had costed the lives and possibly the careers of those he knew to carry out a mission that this alien, a very old one, wanted. A form of revenge. It was a fascinating piece of history standing before him. One that he studied with permission articulating and absorbing every piece of information to note it down once the guard has been lowered. He was doing remarkably well learning the history of what it had done. Almost done but he suspected that this fascinating, yet complex idiot would get himself killed within the first year on a federation vessel.

Failed empires.

Failed rescues.

Failed conquests.

Failed over throws.

A failed kingdom.

This was a utter failure.

A complete failed entity trying to gain power.

One who had discipline and great intellect but he did not use it to his advantage but instead thought he had everything planned out. Everything was taken care of. No one would dare cross him. Arrogant son of a bitch. It was his great downfall. His downfall would be repeated surely once more. History tended to repeat itself. There was silence in the room that was unpleasant. The two men had stopped operating on their consoles. The idiot didn't really know that was a red flat. He fell a cool hand placed onto his shoulder. A mind touched his mind. It was a familiar voice to the person who he argued with on a daily basis and complimented on sounding Vulcan with his endearing insults. It went more along like: I sincerely hope this works. Another hand full of warmth and hope placed onto his shoulder.

Immediately, his thoughts jumped to: Jim! McCoy! They live.

Spock looked up to see a asparagus with a face. It was almost horrifying but indeed fascinating to the Vulcan. It made his heart jump as he mentally stepped back at the horrifying sight. Humans were cruel pranksters when it came to Halloween but this wasn't a costume. Real, organically hard concrete proof that a human could be morphed into a plant like being. He thought back to the earlier event from the man's door with the doctor. Jim caught sight of a short lived smile on the Vulcan's face. Spock experienced a familiar feeling that he had came across time and time again as first officer to the Enterprise. A small, warm feeling that made him believe in the future. The doctor had dealt with planet biology regarding to the asparagus in the timely manner.

"Get off my chair," came Jim's voice from the asparagus.

"Hold onto your ass," McCoy stabbed Spock into the neck. Sorry, the doctor apologized.

Jim tossed the man off the chair knocking him to the floor as the Vulcan let out a primal scream.

"You are the minority, Mr Grayles," Jim said. "the people you targeted are the majority and you will never, ever, ever harm a person."

"This host is not like you!" Grayles said.

"Half Vulcan," McCoy said. "what did ya expect?"

"AhhHH!" Grayles screamed.

"Security take him to sick bay," Jim said. "wait until he is done screaming though."

"NOO, AAHHH, STOP THIS, IT'S AHAH, NOO, STOP THIS," Grayles screamed.

"Then leave our Vulcan alone and pick on someone ya own size," McCoy walked over toward the morphing Vulcan.

Spock experienced a new feeling when it came to the doctor

"Over my dead body," Grayles said.

"Ya died a lon' time ago," McCoy said, his arms folded. "and that body belon's to the man who was born with it before ya came alon'."

"Ahhh!" Grayles winced, his eyes closed, as two security officers gathered around the man losing consciousness. Fuller and Corbin were the two officers. The grip on the Vulcan's body was slowly starting to relax and release easily enough that his body began to relax. The Vulcan jumped at the opportunity to thank them. "nemiayo," His brain was obviously changing to a different design that the entity was not familiar to in terms of adapting memory wise, character wise, and organ wise. "No."

Grayles eyes closed, weakly.

"Good job, Bones," Jim said, slapping the man's shoulder with a smile. "now how do we get back to normal."

"Good question, ask Hikaru," McCoy said. "I engineered it. Didn't intend to use it for a emergency like this."

"Mr Sulu?" Jim said, looking off toward the helmsmen as a dark cloud hovered above the captain's head as we can see a delighted smile from the botanist. "Help."