A/N: This is my very first foray into the Star Trek fandom. (I blame the movie and Zach Quinto's lovely eyes) Anyway, I love the TOS characters (Especially Spock!) and I hope I can do them justice here.

P.S. This is also my first multi-chaptered fic too, so be prepared for updates. I have most of it written at this point, so they should be quick.

Captain's Log: Stardate 3156.5: We've received a distress call from Sigma XII, a Vulcan colony established 50 years ago. The signal was a single looped message for help. There is no response to our hails, so we are proceeding with all due haste. Kirk out.

The town was deserted. Though it was the height of harvest season, there were no market places, no crowds, and no workers in the ripe fields visible from the square in which Spock stood, with Captain Kirk, McCoy, and two security guards. Having beamed seconds before from a busy ship, the silence felt substantial against their ears. The dusty ground surrounding them was unmarked from passing feet, and the windows of the circle of cabins were dark; no movement showed within any structure.

"Fascinating." Spock remarked.

McCoy glanced over at him, his face showing annoyance. It was an emotion Spock was becoming proficient in reading.

"And just what, may I ask, is so fascinating?" He asked, "There's no one here." Spock directed his answer towards the captain.

"The buildings are not only deserted, but have been for at least 2.4 weeks" Spock knelt and lightly touched the smooth ground. "Judging by the lack of marks on the ground and the state of the structures, there has not been a significant body of people here for quite some time."

Kirk knelt down beside him, then stood again and looked around, turning in a complete circle before coming to rest again facing Spock.

"So, where did they go?" He asked, getting to the bottom of the issue. Spock turned and began walking the perimeter of the oval, lifting his tricorder and taking readings.

"That, I shall endeavor to find out, Captain." Spock walked off in one direction. Kirk and McCoy began scouting the other, until a call from Spock brought them across to his position. He stood looking into a darkened doorway. Kirk and McCoy joined him, and after their eyes adjusted, they recoiled in shock. McCoy uttered an oath.

"What happened to them?" Kirk asked in a horrified, hushed voice.

Spock turned away from the gruesome sight of bodies twisted and stiff, laying on each and every surface inside the small cabin. The tricorder readings showed eleven deceased Vulcans within the building.

"Unknown. Readings show no survivors within this structure." He began to continue his scanning around the circle.

McCoy was fiddling with his medical scanner.

"Jim, there is a high level of bacteria through all their lungs and cardiovascular systems." He glanced grimly at Kirk. "It looks like an epidemic."

"I would agree with Doctor McCoy." Spock called from two cabins down.

"That's a first." McCoy muttered. Spock ignored him.

"There are 5 more bodies in this cabin, and 6 in the previous. " He paused to scan the next cabin.

"Captain, I have picked up a life form." He said. He moved to stand in front of a dark gaping doorway. The cabin inside was impenetrable, but something had moved a moment ago. He could hear heavy breathing. Kirk and McCoy came closer.

"Could it be a survivor?" Kirk asked in an undertone. Spock shook his head, and gestured the security guard to come forward, weapons raised. But as the men stepped forward, a shape burst from the darkness, and latched itself onto Spock's right arm. Too late to stop it, the security guards aimed weapons on Spock and his clinging passenger.

The scene seemed to freeze. Spock made no move, the Vulcan, for Vulcan it was, had pulled him down, bent at the waist and peering into each other's faces. One had an expression of interest and mild surprise, the other, of panic pain and confusion. The strange Vulcan breathed heavily, clutching with deceptive strength, green-rimmed eyes holding Spock's own. Spock could feel the fever through his shirtsleeve, and could sense the panic, terror and desperation in his thoughts.

The Vulcan pulled Spock closer and breathed in his ear.

"Kill me." Then his eyes widened and he pulled back, but not before coughing hard and wet into Spock's face. The unknown Vulcan collapsed into a heap, no longer coughing, no longer breathing. McCoy rushed to him, scanning quickly before sitting back.

"He's dead. There was nothing I could do. He's got the same thing the others had" He stood up still looking down at the crumpled body. "We'd better beam up, Jim." He sighed. "We don't want to catch what's down here." McCoy and Kirk turned to go back to the center of the circle, but Spock's voice stopped them.

"I suggest we initiate full decontamination procedure once aboard, as well as blood tests and antibiotics." Spock said.

"I don't think that all will be ness—"McCoy's words died on his lips as Spock turned towards them. Their eyes widened to see the green spatters of infected blood across Spock's face.

A/N: Gasp! Ok now leave me a note if you are interested in the me know what you think. I hope to hear from you.

-Ari