Hey all! Welcome to a short, yet chaptered story of mine. This idea got stuck in my head and refused to leave, so here I am writing it before I get back to working on both 'Hope' and 'Help!' This one, as you have all noticed by now is a Doctor Who and Star Trek crossver, a true crossover this time, unlike my 'Never Meet Your Heroes' story, in which the Doctor takes Rose to visit Spock.

This one involves an unknown danger towards Spock while he is in the Academy, and Rory Williams, being a nurse and companion who is a compassionate human who doesn't judge by species, is sent to join Star Fleet Academy himself to try and help when the danger happens. Too bad he wasn't told what the danger was when he joined the situation.


Nursing the Future

He still had no idea why he was doing this. All he knew was that the Doctor had told him it was important and, naturally, Amy had been just as adamant though for completely different reasons.

As it stood, he had a very short, brief and rather exhausting crash course on how to use a tricorder and got a basic list of drugs and their purposes for the hypospray he now owned and wondered when his life had turned into an episode of Star Trek. Literally. Well, sort of.

He shuffled his feet outside the door to the dorm room he had been designated, wondering how he was possibly going to pass a combat course, as he was going to go in as a nurse, but still needed to do the self defence classes and learn how to use a phaser. In Star Fleet. The Star Fleet. He wasn't even a big fan of Star Trek and he was the one that had to do this...

Amy would have been much better off at this, except there were two problems with that. One, she wasn't in the medical field, and that is apparently what was needed and b) she was female and dorms were still divided by sex.

The Doctor, damn him, had somehow managed to secure his roommate without any troubles whatsoever.

He was thinking this was a very bad idea. What the hell did he know about Vulcans, except they had pointy ears, green blood and valued logic over emotion? And that their planet was basically one big desert.

He guessed heat was important. Hopefully the room wouldn't be kept too hot. He was used to English weather after all. In fact, right now San Francisco was reminding him a lot of home. Raining.

Taking a deep breath, he put his hand to the panel that would identify him as a boarder in the room and the door opened for him. He kept his cool, considering he'd seen much more futuristic places now. But the science behind it still made him giddy with happiness. It was one good thing about travelling with the Doctor.

Stepping in, he found that the room temperature was the same inside as it had been outside in the hallway and he frowned. That couldn't be right. He knew the rooms had controls to adjust temperature.

He looked around the small room. Two beds, two desks with what looked like computer access, two drawers and a wardrobe to share for clothing, and a tiny separate bathroom with a sink, toilet and shower. Oh god, he'd never had a sonic shower, though the Doctor did have them on board the TARDIS. He hoped there were still water showers here as well as sonic.

And sitting on the floor in front of a weird statue thing was his roommate. Who was now looking at him with dark eyes and a blank stare.

Oh yeah, Amy had told him Vulcans meditated. Oops.

"Sorry. I'm Rory Williams, your roommate. Have you chosen a bed?"

Those eyes took in the two beds, before returning to look at him. He shivered and shuffled from foot to foot.

"I am Spock. I will have the bed closest to me. It will be sufficient."

It wasn't until then that he realised how much trouble he was in with this plan. With a monotonous voice and eyes that were blank for the most part, he had no idea how to read a Vulcan. His language was very precise and matter of fact.

"Okay. I'm sorry I interrupted your meditation."

An eyebrow was raised at that, before he got a slight nod. "Your apology is unnecessary. I was about to stop. There will be a student advisor coming shortly to talk to us."

Rory suddenly felt like he was back in med school, with weapons training included. He quickly looked down at his watch and frowned. "I arrived late. Figures... Believe me, I don't usually make a habit of doing so. My ride was a...little bit off."

"I have had little experience with the public transport systems here on Terra, but I assure you that it is understandable that taking such transportation is likely to make your arrival late."

He grinned and nodded. He had actually arrived by TARDIS, but in a way it was like the most unreliable public transport that was privately owned there is in the universe. "Yeah, it is a bit bad." Well, at least it seemed that this wouldn't be a total waste of time. Who knew Vulcans also had a sense of humour.

He had no idea whether or not their conversation would have continued on, as a chime outside the door indicated that their student advisor had arrived. They called out enter at the same time, and a man in an instructor's uniform came in. Rory wondered if he was supposed to salute, but since his roommate didn't, he didn't bother himself.

"Gentlemen, I am Doctor Travers and I will be your student advisor for your stay here. If you have any questions about your classes, your lodgings or if there are any troubles you are having I am the one you will come to speak to. Your uniforms will arrive tomorrow, though I will need to take your measurements now for the records."

It was done with military precision, and not one word was wasted. In a short amount of time, both he and Spock were measured and given relevant information and a tour about the grounds and were escorted to the cafeteria last where they would be eating.

"I hope you will be able to find your room. I can be found in the science department. Both of you will spend time there, I am sure of it. Goodnight."

Rory blinked after the man and shifted on his feet. "Why do I get the sudden feeling that I really don't belong here..."

"Illogical. This is a place anyone can come. If you are found to be incompetent in the field you are studying, they will find some other place for you without much trouble."

He frowned at that. "I am a nurse. I'm going to be in medical. It's the whole military part of this I'm worried about. Not failing the tests I need."

Spock tilted his head slightly to one side and raised an eyebrow at him. "Ah, understood. I have similar doubts. Vulcans are a pacifist race. Though my ancestors were bloodthirsty and we are still taught self defence, we no longer fight unless truly necessary. It is considered...barbaric."

He nodded. "I would prefer looking after people, not fighting people. Though I do understand the need for it sometimes. I've been in situations where fighting skills would have saved me from being hurt..."

Spock turned to him and his head was tilted slightly to one side. "I have found myself in similar situations. It is one reason I am here."

He had no idea what that meant and the confusion must be showing on his face. His roommate didn't say anything else though, opting to go towards the cafeteria line to get dinner. He went back to their room instead. He still had to unpack, and he didn't want to disturb the Vulcan later if he decided to do anything else requiring quiet and or concentration.

It wasn't until the curfew arrived (10pm, ouch) and they were stuck in the room together that he noticed how young Spock was. Amy had gotten him prepared to meet someone around his own age, mid 20's, maybe even early 30's. Instead he was rooming with a boy.

Spock was tall and thin and very straight in the way he tried to carry himself. His limbs still had the awkwardness of adolescence, seeming too long for his body. Rory knew that he had to be at least 18, but in that moment he found he was thinking that he was looking at a 16 year old boy.

His young companion had his shower first, coming back into the room without a single drop of water having touched him, clean, refreshed and wearing a black pair of thick pyjamas. Rory went in after him, carrying his own sleep wear. His answer as to whether there was water showers included was answered with a most emphatic no.

Scowling, he stripped off his clothes, stood in the cubicle and pressed the button to make it go. He sucked in his breath when he felt his whole body being cascaded by what felt like miniature ripples across his skin. The dirt, sweat and general unclean feeling he had come to take on over the course of the day was almost bounced right off his skin by the vibrations.

He decided all in all, that while he much preferred water showers, sonic was at least effective in doing its job. Though god knew how long it'd take him to get used to the change.

He wished right then for a good, old fashioned bath tub to soak in.

Getting changed, he went back into the main room and wondered what to do for the night before he went to bed. Since classes didn't start the next day, but the day after, he could at least try to sleep in, though he was, by habit, a morning person. He looked around the room again, his eyes setting on the computer on the desk that was nearer his bed.

Well, he may as well see if he could contact Amy and the Doctor. He had been given the TARDIS's number to call when he felt the need to. Might as well let them know that he was now an official Star Fleet cadet.

And boy did that thought sound weird, even in his own head.

Spock was having a quiet conversation of his own, so he decided not to interfere or butt in there. He had the feeling it wouldn't be appreciated. Instead, he went over to his bag, scrounged around in it until he found the comm. number the Doctor had written down for him, and went to his own computer.

He slowly put in the number, following the instructions that were written down to get the number saved in the data of the comp and stared at it for a few seconds. It was a complicated system, but he was sure once he got used to it, he'd be able to do it pretty much off by heart.

He hit the button to call the number and in a few seconds he was looking at the grinning faces of Amy and the Doctor.

"Oh, there he is. My husband, in Star Fleet! Rory, you are the best!"

He grinned at Amy and nodded. "Well, you know me, anything to try out something new when it comes to my job. Can't get any newer than this. I can call regularly if you want? Not every day I don't think, probably be tired after some of these classes. Doctor, did you know I have to do basic combat training and self defence?"

The Doctor blinked and ah'd at him. "I knew there was something I forgot. They are still a brand of military, Rory. I know you're a nurse, but that doesn't mean you wouldn't be trained to defend yourself or your patients in a combat zone. Sorry, must have slipped my mind."

"Yeah, on purpose I bet."

"Why would I do that?" The Doctor said and gave him an odd look, which he decided was confusion. Whether it was real or not was another thing entirely.

"I have no idea. You look after Amy while I'm here. Come and visit sometime, when breaks are on. I'm sure they have breaks at some stage. I haven't got my timetable yet."

"Oh, what about your uniform? I can't resist a man in uniform."

"No, Amy, I'll be getting that tomorrow. I got measured for it though, so it'll fit at least."

She grinned at him and winked. "Well, I'll want to see you in it next time we talk."

He nodded and was about to say something more when a knock was heard on the door, followed by a loud "Lights out, cadets."

Grimacing, he shook his head. "Well, I've got to go now. Night Amy, I'll miss you. Night Doctor."

"You won't miss me too, Rory? I'm insulted."

Grinning, Rory punched the end call button and turned off the monitor. Slowly turning around, he found his roommate finishing up his own conversation. Shrugging, he climbed into his bed and sighed. Well, he hoped he at least fell asleep soon. And, at least he had been able to talk to Amy before lights out.

He thought that perhaps a conversation again would start, if out of awkward first night together nervousness. Instead, Spock crawled into his own bed, called lights out and the room was plunged into silent darkness.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to accept the situation. There probably would never be late night talks with the lights off. It was completely different to what he was used to.

Still, he had agreed to do this for not only the Doctor and Amy, but the future of several different species of sentient life forms, including his own, the human race.

Spock it seemed was a Very Important Person.

Too bad he had no idea what exactly the danger that was to happen to his new roommate was. No idea at all.

It could be anything.