Well, here I am with an attempt at a second Alternate Reality, Spuhura heavy fic! I recently watched TOS episode of "Mirror, Mirror", and I wanted to play around with my take on it. This is of course set during the 5-year mission of the rebooted movies. I am not going to skip around. This will take place solely on the Mirror Enterprise. I found that this and the Khan episode of TOS were my favs. Without further ado….

BTW I don't own these characters, unfortunately, but I do own this version of the story.

Captain's Log Stardate 2143.45 I have not been successful in my attempts to be granted access by the Halkan Council in regards for mining dilithium crystals on their home planet. With the ion storm above becoming increasingly dangerous, I have decided to forgo any further attempts at a treaty, and am beaming back onboard the Enterprise with the landing party.

As Kirk made his way back to his landing party, he pulled out his communicator with a sigh. It seemed to him that this effort had been in vain. He wondered if instead of brining Uhura, Scotty, and Bones, he should have just brought Spock. After all, his first officer always did have a way of getting what he wanted with very little effort.

As we left the Halkan Council, he walked back to where the said landing party awaited further instructions. Pulling out his communicator, Kirk came to a stop.

"Mr. Spock, as negotiations haven't progressed and this storm worsening, beam up back up." He didn't let the frustration he felt lace his words.

"Captain, with the storm gaining intensity, it is unlikely…."

"Spock, just beam us up." Hearing the undertone of anger in the Captain's request, Spock did as he was requested.

"Well, Jim, there's always next time." Kirk barely paid any attention to the words of his Chief Medical officer. Sometimes Bones didn't have the best timing.

As the party took their places, Uhura spared Kirk the briefest glance. It was eerie how alike Kirk and Spock were when it came to their dealings with alien planets. Whenever they encountered a group who displayed stalwart unwillingness, both became silent, internally processing events. Two feet away the normally chatting Kirk was quiet, standing as still as a stone. As she watched him, it was like watching her stoic Vulcan mate. Even though this wasn't a laughing matter, she couldn't help the small smile that crossed her lips.

As the four stood patiently to be beamed back on board, they saw the planet begin to dematerialize in front of them. The sense of beaming was always one that was fascinating and a little unnerving. The tingle began at your toes and worked its way up to the top of your head. There was also a sense of weightlessness and floating that accompanied the tingle.

As Kirk looked ahead, he saw the transporter room of the Enterprise begin to materialize in front of him. The faces of the engineering crew watching their return were beginning to take shape and focus. As he felt himself begin to settle on the pad, there was brief whirring noise surrounding them overtaking the room.

Before their bodies could solidify completely, the faces of the engineering crew began to fade once again. There was a brief blackness that overcame the landing party before they were once again on the transporter pad, the faces in front of the taking form.

When the transport was complete, it only took Kirk a moment to realize something was terribly, terribly wrong. He turned and looked at the landing party that was with him. The change that took him by surprise the most was Uhura. Where before she had been wearing her standard Starfleet communications uniform, she was now in a midriff bearing shirt that showed more skin, and was more low cut, than he had seen before. Her skirt rode high on her thighs, barely concealing anything, and her knee high boots only emphasized the caramel expanse above them. Her makeup was more exotic than previous. He found himself momentarily distracted by the vision before him. That was until he saw her shooting daggers at him.

While Scotty and Bones uniforms seemed to express more sense of flare, completed with matching sashes, it was his own that caused pause. Along with Uhura, his also seemed to be more decorative than that of his normal attire.

Before he could comment on the changes, the transporter room door slid open. As Kirk took in the figure before him. It was clear to Kirk, and indeed, that of his entire landing party, that something was very, very wrong. …