This story is of my own imagination, but Spock and the gang are not. This is only used for fun and no profit is gained.
Grandfather's Gift
Stephanie Pinnell
Spock knew that his head rested on the martial arts pad. He had fallen, he supposed, though he didn't remember doing so. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move his muscles.
The recdeck's atmosphere wavered in his vision and transformed into another place, full of foliage and dampness. Eyes stared at him, and the wind seemed to whisper at him, "Shara shotana keytan-sho." The eyes disappeared. The recdeck wavered back into view, and feeling and control returned to his muscles. He pushed himself up off the deck and staggered to one of the benches. The dizziness would pass, he knew. When it does, sleep will be in order, he thought to himself.
Spock awoke from a deep and dream-filled sleep to see his comm light blinking insistently. Reaching over, he pressed the voice-only switch. Uhura's voice answered, "Bridge."
"Spock here. There is a message for me?"
"Yes, sir. That meeting with the captain has been moved up."
"To when?"
"To now, sir."
Spock's eyebrow rose. "Now, Lieutenant?"
"Ten minutes, sir."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome, sir. Bridge out."
He arrived precisely on time in the briefing room. "Thanks, Spock," Jim murmured to the Vulcan. "Sorry about the short notice."
"There is nothing to apologize for, Captain."
"Right. Shall we get on with it, then, people?" At the general nods, the captain continued. "Now, we have been asked," eyes rolled at the word asked, "to patrol a planet called 'Tsansasha' for Romulan invasion." He paused as an image came up on the screen, showing the planet, with the statistics off to one side. "This planet is heavily forested, from boreal to tropical. Locals are furred, less than three feet tall and very curious, according to surveys. They usually have someone with them that can speak Standard, but if not, the translators are working."
"But we nae be goin' down there, Cap'n," Scotty said.
Kirk nodded. "No, most likely we'll just be orbiting." He paused, then: "But it has been left up to us to make a final decision."
The briefing continued, reports were given and eventually ended with the Captain saying, "Everyone be alert but not trigger happy, alright? Good. Mr. Spock, would you stay a moment?"
"Certainly, Captain."
Once everyone had left the room, Kirk spoke. "Is everything alright, Spock?"
"I am fully functional, Captain," the Vulcan said stiffly, with an underlining tone of 'it's none of your business'. His face was as closed as a wall. No, Jim mused privately in his mind, a wall would envy that face.
"Alright, I could've been wrong."
"Was there anything else, Captain?"
Jim shook his head. "Nope. Dismissed." He watched as Spock stiffly walked from the room. Bones entered a few minutes later.
"Denied it, didn't he?"
"It's not my call, Bones. He can still do the job, so I can't say anything."
"I've always hated that reg."
"He'll speak up if he needs anything."
"You hope!" Bones left muttering dark curses.