(A/N I own nothing. Star Trek is from the brilliant mind of Gene Roddenberry. Please review and tell me what you think. First time posting and I'm nerves.)

The Mix Up

Chapter One

Mr. Montgomery Scott was called up to the Transporter room. He came running into the room and was shocked. When he was called up the Latinate had made it seem as if there was something wrong. Scotty was about to learn that things had gone very wrong. Moments ago a landing party, consisting of Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and a girl from Engineering had been beamed up. The Transporter was working normally then, halfway through the beam up, the red light began to flash. The images of the party vaguely appeared for a matter of seconds then disappeared, then the light went back to its original state and the landing party was standing on the transporter platform.

Spock looked down, only to be met with the most unpleasant sight he has ever seen. He was not himself, but none other than Dr. McCoy. Spock rose the right eyebrow of McCoy's body. "Fascinating..." He muttered to himself.

"What in the blazes is going on!?" The voice rang through the ears of the first officer, the voice was not only highly emotional, but his own.

"Yes. I would like to know the same thing." The Engineering girl that accompanied them, spoke. She seemed to be staring at her body. Paying quite a bit attention to her breast.

"I would appreciate it if you did not look at my body in that matter. I do not like it when I am, well, myself, and I sure as hell don't like it when I'm watching it be done." Everyone stared as the owner of the highly annoyed voice spoke. The voice was coming out of Captain Kirk's body, but it was not Kirk.

"It would seem that the only logical explanation would be that the Transporter, switched us, when it briefly malfunctioned."

"You mean I have to walk around with pointed ears, green blood, and a heart where my lung should be? Great. Just wonderful!" The argument was one of the strangest sights Kirk, Scotty or anyone else had ever witness. The highly emotional doctor, was calm and being rational. While the unemotional Science officer was not thinking with his head, and was now pacing.

"You're going to have to act like him too." Everyone turned and stared the girl which was now their captain. "We cannot allow any other crew member know what has happened. So until we can figure out how to fix it, we have to act like the person whose body we are in." By the time Kirk had finished speaking everyone, besides Spock, who had beamed aboard, was staring at the captain like he had two heads.

"You have got to be kidding me. Jim, there is no way I can pretend to be that green blooded hobgoblin. I'm a doctor not an actor."

"And there is no way I can be you Captain. I have no idea how to run the people of a ship, only the mechanics of it. Not to mention the fact that I verily ever even leave Engineer. I hardly know any one aboard. I know Mr. Scott, Dr. McCoy, Mr. Spock, and yourself. If we were to have a crisis with me in charge, well. Sir. I do not believe I would be able to handle it." Her voice, well Kirk's voice, was full of worry. "Okay, well, one of us will always be on the bridge. Tell you how to do everything, and who everyone's name is." The girl then turned and headed for the door. "Oh. What's your name?"

"Latinate Margret sir." Kirk nodded then left the room.

"What is it you would like for me to do, captain?" McCoy asked, raising his now pointed eye brow.

"What does Mr. Spock normally do since you can't go to sick bay?" She said looking up at the two.

"Well nothing besides stand beside the captain and say how illogical things are." McCoy smirked and got a glare from the real Spock.

"I do many things doctor. I scan planets, I observe, and I try to remind the captain how much trouble we get into when we listen to you." Anyone paying close enough attention could have caught what looked to be a slight smirk on the man's face.

McCoy gritted his teeth together, grumbled, and stomped out, the other two soon to follow.

"That was very strange." Said the ensine who transported them aboard.

"Aye it was lad. I just hope the captain don' ruin me engine room." Mr. Scott said as he began to work on the transporter.