A/N: Been awhile since I had a story to write. This came to me after listening to a song called Nurse Grenade by the band Angelspit. It takes place in the Mirror universe. It is dark and nasty. It's a Spock/Chapel story and it is rated M and shouldn't be read by anyone under 18 years of age. Sex, Gore, Drama and Angst. Hope you enjoy! I'd really appreciate reviews to give me inspiration but I'm not going to hold chapters hostage or anything like that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek nor the characters nor the places ect. I make them play out my ideas.

Dangerous Dealings

by. T'nee

Chapter One

Christine Chapel head nurse on the I.S.S Enterprise grinned picking up a scalpel her eyes bright with malice as she looked down at her newest project that lay before her tied to the biobed. His whimpers of pain only excited; goosebumps rose on her arms her grin turning into a straight line of concentration. The bleeding body was that of ensign Xavier Bothel. New crewman who'd only been transferred to the flag ship two weeks ago; sad that he would meet an early death, but if you harm the legendary Captain James T. Kirk you get the agony booth. Afterward, if are lucky, you are killed. But if you are not you get sent to sickbay to be a living cadaver. Dr. McCoy, or as he is known the sinister surgeon, tests your reflexes with some unorthodox tools leaving you broken with a few deep abrasions. After the tests you are then handed over to the staff to use as they seem fit. Xavier happen to be given to Chapel who had a reputation of a twisted sense of pleasure.

She pressed the scalpel to his skin slowly sliding it down the side of his cheek drips of crimson red began to roll down his face landing on the crisp white sheet below. Xavier hissed in pain tears gathering in his eyes his lower lip trembling. She frowned narrowing her eyes.

"Stop being such a pussy!" she snapped digging her nails into the fresh wound. Raising her fingers to her mouth she sucked them moaning softly. "This is going to be fun."

"P-please..." Xavier stuttered.

"Please what?" she asked with mock sympathy.

"Just kill me."

"You know I could and I would." she smiled. "But I don't want to. Besides would you rather have Dr. McCoy and join me? I'm sure we'll have a gay ol' time."

He went to speak but she put her hand over his mouth.

"Shut up!" she yelled. "I'm done with listening to you. In fact I'm going to make sure you can't speak."

Christine turned around and grabbed a oral speculum to pry open his mouth. His eyes widened as she took a knife and slowly cut his tongue in numerous places. His shrieks were drown by sounds of choking as she cut the final slit removing the amputated tongue. She looked at it and smiled turning it around and around. She set it down in a bowl on the bed side table. She turned back his face was red, the blood ran thick down his chin soon accompanied by vomit. Soon his eyes rolled up into his head his body gone limp. He was dead.

"Damn." She sighed sadly.

"Damn it Christine you need to learn to pace your self." McCoy laughed. "Now clean up and go take lunch. I hear that Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk are there dining as we speak."

Christine went rigid and glared at McCoy. "What are you Mr. Spock's cupid or some shit?"

"Fuck you Christine." McCoy spat. "You do know he can easily take what he wants and no one would blink an eye. Just give in already. You'd be under his protection."

"If he wanted me that bad then he would." she shrugged leaning against the table. "I am actually surprised he's interested in me; I mean his whole ultra Vulcan persona wouldn't he want a Vulcan female?"

"You know he's a hybrid right?"

"Who doesn't know?"

"He had a wife at one point."

"See there you go!"

"She was killed by lover who had a fever."

"Fever?"

Christine shook her head and headed out to the mess. She noticed Rand, Uhura, and Marlena eating together. On the other side of the room sat Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock. Christine tried to maneuvered over so not to be noticed by Spock. But as she joined the girls she could feel his eyes watching her every move. Marlena was bragging as usual about her status as the captain's woman; Uhura was half listening poking at her food, Rand was deep in thought and seemed to have been chewing that same food over and over again.

"Christine, how great you could join us." Marlena sneered.

"Ah I see you are still a fucking bitch Marlena somethings don't change." Christine smiled "They just rot."

Uhura laughed. "Now lets not start shit ladies."

"She's just pissy because Kirk has been hanging around sick bay too often for her comfort. I guess he's tiring of brunette wants to bang a blond." Christine said.

"Fuck you bitch!" Marlena stood grabbing the dagger from her boot. "Say that again!"

Christine only leaned back and sipped her water. "Eh I'm not interested. You can keep him."

"Christine," Rand said quietly nudging her under the table. "Spock is watching you."

Marlena sat back down slipping the dagger back whee it belonged. "Oh you are fucked."

"Why?" Christine asked

"He wants you." Uhura said quietly. "You know the rumors don't you?"

"Which ones? There are like a hundred of them. Ranging from if his ears are a erogenous zones to if he is well hung." Christine sighed. "Or the he can make you orgasm just by touching you?"

Uhura and Rand looked at each other grinning. "wow."

"I'm due back in them chem lab." Marlena said abruptly leaving. "Good luck with the Vulcan."

Rand also left followed by Uhura. Christine sat confused until a deep voice jerked her from her thoughts.

"Nurse Chapel I am pleased to see you." Spock said

"Thank you sir I am glad to see you as well." she lied. "what can I do for you?"

"I am interested in having your opinion on a experiment I have finished."

"Oh, well I'd be glad to take a look at it."

"Please come to lab 11 after your shift has ended."

"Tonight?"

"Affirmative."

"I'm working late tonight perhaps another time?"

"I can wait for you to retire."

She tried thinking of any excuse but failed. "I'll be there."

"good. Good day miss Chapel."

Christine finished her lunch and returned to sick bay. McCoy was passed out drunk on one of the biobeds snoring loudly. A few sick patients were being mended. It was a slow day that turned into a slow night. Anxiously she left headed for lab 11. She was shivering trying to calm herself down. She entered to find Spock standing at one of the stations. She tried to walk quietly not to disturb him.

"Nurse Chapel please come over here." he said without looking.

She straightened her self and walked over next to him. "Yes Mr. Spock?"

He looked at her passively taking in her body. She began to feel uneasy under his gaze. She smiled at him looking down at the table before them. He touched her arm turning her to face him. His eyes held a look of curiosity. All her emotions hit him fast; fear, loneliness, anger, hatred. She looked at his hand and slowly backed away.

"You do not need to be afraid Christine." he said softly.

"Afraid? I'm not afraid why would I- wait..." her voice trailed off. He had called her Christine.

"I can feel your emotions. I am a touch telepathic."

Her eyes widened. "You called me Christine."

"Indeed that is your name is it not?"

Christine nodded numbly. Her mind was reeling trying to make sense of what was happening. This couldn't be real. Not only is he touching her but he called her by her first name.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"I have been observing you." he replied placing his other hand on the opposite arm. "I find you fascinating. You are intelligent and strong. I have concluded that you would be a suitable mate."

"What?" she jumped back. "I'm a suitable mate? What the fuck does that mean?"

"I wish to bond with you."

"Wait a minute here!" she said holding up her pointer finger. "You're talking marriage?"

"Affirmative."

"But I don't know you!" she gasped. "You're out of your fucking mind."

"Christine I am in need of a mate for the coming pon farr."

"The what?"

"It is a Vulcan mating cycle."

"The fever McCoy was talking about." she said softly. "The fever that killed your ex wife?"

"The fever it's self did not kill her."

"That's a plus." she muttered.

"She died from trying to reject her lover while he had reached plak tow."

"Does this have to do with sex?"

"It does involve sexual intercourse."

"If you need to fuck me I'm up for that. It would be interesting to have sex with you."

"Do you not wish to bond?"

"Hell no!" she laughed. "Are you kidding me?"

"Then you are willing to help in other ways?"

"Yes."

"Good. You must know that this will not just be sex."

"How?"

"It is violent and rough no love or gentleness. You will be nothing but a body to me."

"Rough?"

"Yes and it will continue for several days until the fever has faded."

"What happens if I say no?"

"Since we are no where near Vulcan I will die an agonizing death spiraling into insanity."

"There are plenty other women out there would would give their left titty to fuck you."

"I am only interested in you Christine."

"Does the captain know?"

"He has very little knowledge on the subject. We don't speak of the fever; especially to out worlders."

"Lucky me."

"Indeed."

Christine sighed thinking over and pros and cons. "Yes, I will be your cum dumpster"

"Cum dumpster?"

"It's a human saying." she rolled her eyes. "When will you need me?"

"My control is starting to thin." Spock said pacing slowly. "I would suggest three days at the most before I must take you. You will come to me and you will stay."

Christine half shrugged. "Alright I'll be there. For now I'm going to my quarters to finally get some sleep. Goodnight Commander."