In a world not our own

Emergency removal

. . . Area 51. . .

"Doctor, are you the very best in your field?" General Hank Degeneres said.

"I am the best in any field, General." Doctor Joseph Smith said.

"Good, then you and your assistants and fellow surgeons will save this alien." Degeneres said.

Degeneres and Smith came to a stop at the wide open doors.

"What alien?" Smith asked, eyebrow raised. "Are you talking about a illegal immigrant?"

"No," Degeneres said. "Alien. A-l-i-en." Smith lowered his eyebrow. "Green blood. Caucasian skin. Human characteristics. Swept up eyebrows. Dark hair. Six feet tall. Heart placed to the side."

"No, that's a Vulcan you are talking about." Smith said.

Degeneres stared long and hard at Smith.

"Do you know how to operate on a human?" Degeneres asked.

"Yes," Smith said. "There is no question about it--"

"Then we are fully understood on this matter." Degeneres cut Smith off then resumed walking down the hall.

Smith followed the General. Most of the surgeons there were easily confused as he was, their name of their patient wasn't told,regarding why they were taken here. All they had to was 'save a alien life form shot, unexpectedly, by human gun fire' or to be precise 'REMOVE THOSE DAMN BULLETS'. Preparation was done quickly, the doctors washed their hands (Smith among them), and were in their suits. They walked into the operating room where they saw a face. A face that belonged to a dead man.

Their eyes met each other.

A dead man, breathing and unconscious, on the table.

"Please begin the operation as soon as possible." Came the general over the microphone.

Whatever happened to him and whatever had on, wasn't on. It seemed that the government had taken the time to prepare the alien being for a easy going procedural. Most of the surgeons in the room had no idea if this was going to be easy. It wasn't known that well due to the rare knowledge regarding the internal body arrangement of a Vulcan. They had on their masks sharing curious and skeptical looks at first then they came to the body.

Doctor Sarah Bingles was the first to notice a strange abnormality about the realer than life Spock. There was a pouch in the area where a man's part should be surrounded by hair. The pouch was a dark shade of green. The sliced in half parts resembled curled up petals. Green. The darkness contrasted against the green. That was what most of the doctors in here noticed. They were afraid. Afraid of that damn pouch. The three parts to the pouch slowly started to open. The pouch opened earning a step back. Turned out inside of the pouch was . . . The Vulcan Genitalia with two short tentacles.

"Oh, just the man's genitals." Bingles sighed, with relief, after making that comment.

The tension in the room was relieved.

"Ignore that," Smith said. "Let's save Mr Spock. If we don't . . . . the whole world is going to hate us."

There was much a nod of agreement regarding the subject.

The second thing that Bingles noticed was that green blood was coming out of the Vulcan's body out of the rounded classic bullet entry wounds. She never has operated on a alien being before. This was certainly new in her line of work. She was thirty-nine years old. A thirty-nine year old human doesn't see a younger version of a older but fictional character appear out of thin air on the operating table. The skilled doctors acted with care and precision. They didn't gasp or flinch at the sight of a heart that wasn't where it was suppose to be. In the place of liver was the heart that hadn't been shot. The liver was right below the stomach and across from the heart making the liver be above the large intestine. There was no appendix. The chest had been shot through four times in the shape of a cliff rising and then falling but stopping unexpectedly. That was the first main injury to the torso noticed first asides to the hole right below the rugged unexpected ending line. This operation was the most tension-ish experience they would ever have in their lives. Spock's hands were given a physical examination during the procedural. One of the elbows had been apparently shot through and the bullet was still embedded in the elbow. This was quite remarkable. Their patient had been sedated (or. . . somehow been put into a deep sleep) for the operation.

They were impressed.

But mostly confused.

What the hell happened to Spock?

The three petals moved back into place over their protective 'jewel' one hour, ten minutes, and two seconds into the procedure. The stomach remarkably had one bullet. His shoulder had been shot by a rifle kind of bullet which was removed too. The operation was rather 'easy' enough to save a life. The doctors lost count on the bullets taken out while operating on the seemingly impossible figure. They stitched Spock back up after four intense hours operating. His head was remarkably intact. They had so many questions on their minds.

When and where did he come from?

Did he come with others?

Is he not alone?

Why did he get shot?

Did he crash land on this planet due to a shuttle craft or UFO?

Why did he illogically stand in the way of gunfire?

This was illogical, unreasonable, and death defying.

"Thank you for playing your part in this great operation," General Degeneres said. "Now you must sign papers and never talk about this with anyone, ever."

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A/N

I was looking up Vulcan anatomy for this chapter due to the life saving surgery attempted by these surgeons . . . Until I came up across Vulcan Genitalia on my search that was from Fan Lore. I hit it. Scrolled down. Wisely picked a few pictures, well, actually, one at a time and read the descriptions. It was interesting to say for the least so I settled down on the flower pod because 'back sexual parts' were . . . lets say. . . "Was most certainly illogical."

Also, that's how I came across the still much talked about Vulcan genitalia by accident.

Don't worry, I did get a picture of Vulcan anatomy. All ends well :)