A/N: this story just kinda came to me as I was driving home the other night, Hope y'all like it.

By the way, Terran is what human's are called in star trek.

The Vulcan ran through the jungle towards the house, he had spotted its faint light about a kilometer away. He slowed down when he approached fifty meters of the house so that he could creep up to it unnoticed. He stealthily moved towards the window and peered into the house. An older man dressed in Khaki shorts and a brown tank top was eating with a tall slender young woman. She was wearing an icy blue t-shirt with white shorts. Her long curly blonde hair hung loosely around her tanned shoulders in a simple style.

~~ooOoo~~

"Daniel, it shouldn't mater whether they are terran or not." Christine patiently replied to her friend. She swallowed a bit of her turkey sandwich and tilted her head. Why was he so prejudice? As a doctor he had a duty to help the hurt, the same duty that she as a nurse also had. Daniel gave her a slight smile and opened his mouth to reply, however he never got the chance. At that moment the front door opened and a tall dark haired Vulcan in a black tank top and pants stood in its door way. Christine rose out of her chair and faced the male. His brown eyes moved from the stunned doctor and met her blue ones.

"Do either of you have access to a med kit?" The Vulcan had a strong tenor voice.

Christine nodded her head and replied "Yes, I'm a nurse and he's a doctor." The Vulcan nodded in acknowledgment and slowly lifted his shirt. Christine let out a gasp as she stared at his muscular chest. Across his abdomen was a deep six inch gash. Without even thinking Christine grabbed her med kit off the counter and strode towards the Vulcan. She knelt in front of him so she was eyelevel with the wound and began to gently clean it.

After a moment she lowered her supplies and stood up. "Sir, I'll need you to lie down on the table while I seal this wound." The Vulcan stared at her with a firm gaze and nodded his consent. She reached behind him and making sure not to touch his bare skin gently led him to the table. He climbed up on to the table and then lay down on his back.

"You may proceed whenever you are ready ma'am." He looked at her with his piercing brown eyes and Christine had to suppress a shudder, he was extremely handsome.

"I can give you a minor sedative to help ease the pain if you would like." He laid his head down on the table and closed his eyes.

"Pain is an emotion, and as a Vulcan I do not feel emotions." Christine felt a slight smile tug at her lips; she loved how Vulcan's refused to acknowledge pain that would cripple a normal terran. She grabbed her med kit and got to work on closing his wound. It was a truly awful wound, it was amazing he had been able to walk, let alone talk. It appeared to be a knife wound, though she couldn't be sure with all the weapons that were available now days. That had been her main reason for coming to this planet. To escape the violence of her home world, Turkana V. She'd had no idea how violent Altair three could be, that the planet was run by drug runners who had simply wanted a doctor and nurse that couldn't escape. She looked over at the Vulcan's closed eyes, he didn't have any trace of pain on his face even though this procedure would be immensely painful without any pain killer of sedative. She shifted her gaze back to the wound and continued to seal it.

"What is your name ma'am?" She turned her head back to the Vulcan's face and was startled by his piercing gaze.

"Chapel, Christine Chapel." She gazed into his eyes for a moment longer and then returned her gaze to his wound. "What's your name, Sir?"

The Vulcan flinched as she finished sealing his wound and then softly replied "Spock."

A/N: So, what do you think? I promise to make future chapters longer :D