Summary: ST:09 reboot of original episode Turnabout Intruder. The crew of the Enterprise respond to a medical emergency and find an old acquaintance of the Captain's, who is she and why has Kirk been acting strangely since she came on board.

Authors Notes ~ I'm back! Woohoo! I've been re-watching the original series lately and decided to re-write some of my favourite (or anything that shows h/c promise) episodes with an 09 twist.

This episode is your usual body-swap storyline.

This one does follow my previous stories Picking up the Pieces and The Enemy Within, it's not necessary to read them to know what's going on, I'm just trying to show the progression of their friendship. Not slash but I won't mind if you don your slash goggles to read this.

As usual I don't own this, I'm just dipping my toes in the creative waters for fun.

I'm picking on Kirk in this story, let us begin…

Chapter 1

Spock opened his eyes feeling his heart rate returning to normal as his meditation completed, he took a breath and paused as he heard a slight snuffling behind him. He peered over his shoulder from the cross legged position on the meditation mat situated in front of the view-port to study the small sofa by the far wall. He knew what would find before he had fully taken in the scene. The Captain was sleeping, curled up so that he could fit his frame onto a sofa that was much too small to accommodate him, he was turned slightly on his front, arms wrapped round the pillow he had brought from his own cabin. He hadn't bothered with a cover, Spock kept his quarters at a higher temperature than the rest of the ship, Jim had often commented on it but when Spock had moved to change the environmental settings back to the ship standard Kirk had waved him off saying that he could do what he liked with his quarters.

Kirk shifted in his sleep a faint furrowing of his brow showing his turmoil, Spock knew why he was sleeping here; their last mission had been less than ideal causing the loss of three members of staff, two from security and one from his own science department. The Captain always took these losses to heart and though it was in no-way his fault he still felt responsible for their deaths.

Spock rose gracefully from the floor and headed to the small replicator, he ordered a tea for himself and left it to stew while he ordered coffee supplement number eleven for the Captain, he winced as the bitter smell invaded his senses. He couldn't understand how the Captain could stomach this; he had heard Commander Scott comment that engine grease would be more palatable.

He heard shifting behind him as he removed the cup and moved over to perch on the arm of the sofa, waving the cup near to the Captain.

Kirk shifted, inhaling, then blearily opened his eye "Is that what I think it is?" he took it as he sat up taking a large gulp, grimacing "Urgh! That's good"

Spock raised his brow at the differing statements.

Kirk rubbed the sleep from his eye and looked ashamedly up "Sorry for…" he gestured to the couch. Spock tilted his head "I would tell you if it were an intrusion" Kirk took another large gulp of coffee, pulling a face, then put the mostly empty cup on the table. As he sat forward he tilted his head which allowed the popping sound of vertebrae to fill the cabin. He rubbed the offending area wincing. Spock stopped himself rolling his eyes "Captain…" Kirk interrupted him "Jim, we're off duty".

Spock did not sigh "Jim…" he continued "It is illogical for you to rest in an area which is ill-designed for that purpose" Kirk blinked at him in confusion and Spock re-iterated "Why do you insist on resting here when there is perfectly suited furniture designed for that purpose" Kirk stood hugging his pillow looking…hurt? "Look I'm sorry I know I should be in my own quarters, I just…" 'didn't want to be alone' Spock heard the unspoken words clearly.

Spock realised that Jim thought he was unwelcome "I am not burdened by your presence" he motioned to the bed by the far wall "I was meditating therefore would not be using the bed, you would have been welcome to avail yourself to it"

Kirk blinked at him "Oh…" there was a slight infusion of pink creeping up his neck "I'm not sleeping in your bed Spock" that would really not help the rumor mill on board the ship.

Spock inclined his head as if to say 'as you wish' then stood, fluidly moving to his desk, "You may use the facilities first" he took a report pad from the stack on his desk and sat down sipping at his tea. Kirk downed the dregs of his coffee, shuddering, then made his way to the shared bathroom "Thanks, Spock" he didn't just mean for the coffee.

Spock glanced at him from the pad "You are welcome, I believe is the correct response" Kirk grinned at him then disappeared through the door.