So this was just a little something that I made up for a friend in repayment for writing me a story :D

Thank you Carly-chan ^_^


'Ensign Tebbutt please report to the Bridge at 0800 hours to take the place of Lieutenant Uhura whilst she is on shore leave.'

'Yes commander.' Tebbutt replied with barely suppressed excitement, flipping the switch on her wall communicator to terminate the link.

Ensign Carly Tebbutt sat back down on her bed, she was ready to hyperventilate. Never had she been called up for bridge duty.

'0800 hours...' Carly muttered to herself. Her head suddenly jerked up when sudden realisation hit her. 'That's in an hour!'

Now for any normal human being (or anyone for that matter) this amount of time would not have been a problem. But for someone as slow as Carly (who is much slower than her friend Em) it was not.

Running around like a mad man (well, Carly's version of madman like rushing), the Ensign was ready and up on the Bridge just in time. What a miracle.

She quickly took her place at the communications console. Looking around the room she recognised all the senior bridge crew but only had eyes for one of them.

Mr. Spock.

She knew she shouldn't. She knew it would never happen. It was, however, nice to dream.

Her eyes lingered for a moment on the Vulcan sitting with excellent posture at his station. His nicely angled eyebrows caught her eye, as usual, and those beautifully shaped pointed ears...

Spock turned around abruptly and Carly quickly turned back to look at the screen in front of her, initiating a quick scan of the space surrounding them for transmissions of any type. Out of the corner of her eye Carly saw Spock turn away and return to his work and she breathed an internal sigh of relief. That had been close, too close.

It had been several months since Spock and Lieutenant Uhura had broken up and he seemed to have gotten over her. Well, from what she could read from his usually emotionless face.

Carly dismissed the thought, she really needed something else to think about...


It was now hours later and nothing what so ever had happened. Tebbutt turned some dials and pressed random buttons idly, trying to make it look like she was doing something worthwhile. Maybe bridge duty wasn't that interesting after all.

Without warning a red light began to pulsate insistently on the console. A flash of fear that she had pressed the wrong button passed through her mind and which was then easily dismissed as she traced the source of the incoming message.

With well practiced calm and confidence Carly said, 'Captain, there is an incoming message from the planets surface.'

'On screen.' Kirk replied.

'Captain Kirk. An emergency situation has been activated here in the city.' A distressed looking man that went by the name Ambassador Salbak said. His face partially covered by the mask he wore covering his mouth, making his pale blue eyes even more prevalent.

'And what might that be Ambassador?' Kirk replied.

The Ambassador swallowed hard. 'One of your Lieutenant's, Uhura I think her name is, has been injured by an unidentified life form. We request your assistance immediately.'

The Captain's face betrayed no emotion to the news, 'We're on our way. We have another officer on shore leave present there as well, Ensign Chekhov, I take it he is ok? '

'Quite. He is with your Lieutenant now.'

'Right, Kirk out.'

Carly terminated the connection and the whole Bridge turned their eyes to the Captain.

'Ok Spock, you're with me.' He said, already out of his seat.

'Captain may I suggest bringing a crewmen from linguistics?' He asked, looking ever so slightly in Carly's direction (an action she did not miss). 'Even though I myself may be skilled in many languages it may be prudent for the Ensign here to accompany us.'

Kirk nodded in agreement, 'You're right. Crewman, what is your name?' He asked, turning towards Carly.

Why were they asking her? People from linguistics normally didn't go on away missions.

'Ensign Carly Tebbutt, sir.' She replied in the most confident voice she could muster.

'And I'm assuming you have qualifications in numerous areas of linguistics, Ensign?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Good, then your coming with us.'

Entering the transporter room Kirk, Spock and Tebbutt took their places on the transporter pads. Scotty was already at the control console and when Kirk spoke the word 'Energize' he moved the controls for the order to take effect.

The feeling of being transported was always strange to Carly, except this time something was different, she could even call it wrong. She felt herself begin to re-materialise in one spot and then start to de-materialised again, being pulled to somewhere new.

When the process had finally finished Carly looked around her. They seemed to be in some kind of white, high-tech cell that had a clear wall at the front and bore literally nothing in it except for herself and Spock. There was, however, no sign of the Captain.

Spock looked at Carly, 'Our signals must have been hijacked during transport.'

Carly nodded and opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by someone outside of their prison.

'How very astute of you Mr. Spock.' The voice said, it had an indiscernible accent to it, 'You always were one for stating the obvious.'

'Who are you?' Spock asked. Even though his voice was emotionless there was still an edge to it.

The voice did not answer.

'Where is our Captain?' Spock tried again.

'You will find out all in good time, so for now just sit back and relax.' The voice replied with an insane sounding giggle.

Carly and Spock exchanged glances. This was not good at all. Oh so slightly Spock moved a small bit closer to Carly.

Kirk sat back in his chair, tied up and trying very hard to suppress the intense feeling of rage that now possessed him. These people had tricked them, there was no unidentified creature roaming around and Uhura was safe and well. His phaser and tricorder had been taken off him as soon as he had transported down and Spock and Ensign Tebbutt were gone. What these people wanted at the moment, however, was very unclear, but he intended to find out very soon or his name wasn't James Tiberius Kirk.

Ambassador Salbak entered the room once more, a look of content on his face, able to be seen even with his half mask on, 'Oh how we knew you were going to fall for our trap, Captain.'

'Yes ok, I know that already, so now tell me WHY.' Kirk said, yelling the last word and resisting the urge to get up and punch the man right in the face.

The Ambassador faulted a little as he registered what the expression on Kirk'a face meant 'Revenge.' He stated, 'Plain and simple.'

'What have we ever done to you?' Kirk asked confused.

'Oh Jim, how naive you can be sometimes. It's always me that has to point things out to you.' He paused briefly to add dramatic effect to the next words he spoke, 'It's because of YOU my crew and I are stuck here. Because of the destruction of Vulcan, a rip in the very fabric of space/time occurred, letting parts of our universe bleed through into yours.'

Kirk looked at him, puzzled. What was this lunatic on about?

'Don't you even recognise me?' There was a level of almost insane distress in the mans voice.

Kirk shook his head. 'Can't say that I do.'

Salbak then ripped off the mask that covered half of his face, pale blue eyes shining. What the mask revealed to Jim was not at all what he had been expecting.

The man himself was no Ambassador, and his name was not Salbak, it was Leonard McCoy.

An older and more savage version than that of the Chief Surgeon of the Enterprise. Like a mirror version.

Kirk sat, mouth agape. In shock his mouth started forming words, 'Bones...'

'Don't you "Bones" me, Jim.' He looked sternly at the younger version of a once friend from a mirror universe.

'Why is it our fault that it happened? Nero caused this problem, not us.' Kirk said, regaining his composure.

'But that's just it, you fool.' McCoy spat, 'It was the green-blooded, hobgoblin of another universe that failed to save Romulus in the first place and caused Nero to go mad with grief. Him going back in time was never meant to happen, thus creating this universe. The red matter that caused the black hole to open sent ripples through the entire universe and space/time which, as I've already said, caused cracks and what you would call a "mirror universe" of this one, to seep through.'

Kirk nodded 'So why not just take Spock and get your revenge?'

'Because I know how close you two are and it will hurt you to watch Spock and another innocent victim die. To be honest I've never really liked you, James Kirk and since the the James of my universe isn't here I'll just have to take my dislike out on you.' McCoy clicked his fingers and a view screen appeared on the wall in front of them showing the image of Spock and Ensign Tebbutt in a holding cell. 'Once I've finished with them then I'll get rid of you.'

Kirk was appalled but didn't let it show. There was nothing he could do.


The voice giggled insanely again and half stepped into the light, 'It's time to show myself Mr. Spock and Ms Tebbutt.'

Carly couldn't help but feel as if she'd heard the voice somewhere before.

Out into the light stepped the figure of Ensign Pavel Chekhov, a wicked look of nasty pleasure on his face.

'Mr. Chekhov, what is the meaning of all of this?' Spock asked.

Carly couldn't believe this, their own people had turned against them. She instinctively took a step closer to Spock.

'I'll explain it to you nice and simple so the Ensign here doesn't get confused and it doesn't take so long.' Chekov answered in his all too Russian accent and proceeded to launch into the same explanation that McCoy had just performed for Kirk. 'Now smile because you're on camera, both your Captain and Doctor McCoy are watching.' He then flicked a switch and a hole opened in the near by wall. 'Have a nice last few minutes of your lives!' He laughed maniacally again, waved and pressed a button on the way out.

Carly looked after him, shocked. 'What the hell...?' She thought.

Water started to gush from the hole in the wall.

'How long until this place fills up?' Carly asked, her voice was dead.

'Approximately 6 minutes at this current rate.' There was silence for a moment, 'I'm sorry for getting you into this Carly.'

Carly turned around to face Spock, she had not expected those words to come out of his mouth, let alone for him to call her by her first name.

'It's not your fault Spock...'

'Oh but it is.' He sighed, taking a step towards her, 'If I hadn't foolishly acted on my feelings for you in the first place then you wouldn't be here facing your death along side of me.'

Realisation dawned on her. So that was the reason behind her being asked to come.

Carly took a step forward to once and for all close the gap that was remaining between Spock and herself. 'I wouldn't have wanted you to die alone down here Spock' she said smiling and taking his hand, 'I wouldn't have had it any other way.'

He looked down at their interlocked hands and raised one of them. He then moved his hand to form the Vulcan salute and so she made her hand do the same. Vulcan's rarely touched unless it was necessary due to the physical nature of the way their telepathy worked, so she felt a great honor in what was taking part.

They lowered their hands but kept them joined and looked each other straight in the eyes. Carly felt as if she could stand there forever and look into the beautiful chocolate sea that were his eyes.

Momentarily she was aware of the water lapping around her thighs.

Had it really filled up that quickly? That thought, however, ceased to exist as Spock spoke gently 'Your eyes, Carly' he said, he knew what she was thinking of and was trying to take her mine off the present situation, 'A few days ago I observed them as being hazel, yesterday they were a blue-brown and today they are green. How very fascinating.' He gave a small smile and Carly felt herself melt inside. He softly touched her left cheek and she felt her skin burn hot in contrast to the cold of the water that had just reached her waist.

He pulled her closer and their lips met. It was only brief but it was enough to send shivers down Carly's spine. They parted only momentarily to look at each other. Spock's eyes told Carly everything he wanted to tell her and she communicated back the same way. Then with her free left hand she grabbed his shirt collar and pulled his lips towards hers, initiating a passionate kiss.

The water was now at their necks and rapidly rising. The ceiling was not far overhead so the pair only had at least 2 minutes of air remaining.

They broke off their kiss at the last possible moment and kicked off the bottom of the cell to the air that lay above them. Their hands broke apart but both Spock and Carly kept eye contact.

'Why didn't you say anything before now?' Carly asked, desperately trying to keep her head above the water.

'I was not sure you felt the same way. The logical move was to wait until the situation arose that I could get close to you and ask you, as you would say in normal human vernacular...out.'

Carly laughed, 'Well there you go, at least we're on the same page now.' They lapsed into silence with only the sloshing of water in their ears.

30 seconds left until all air ceased to exist in the cell.

'I love you Spock.' Carly said, breaking the silence.

Spock half smiled once more, 'It is only logical to return these feelings and say that I too, Carly Tebbutt, love you.'

They both took one last breath just as the water lapped over their heads. 'What a horrible way to die', thought Carly. At least she wouldn't die alone.

They swam towards each other and Carly placed her hands on Spock's shoulders as he moved his hands to her face. They looked at each other one last time and then placed their lips together for one last final kiss with their last breathes.