"Jim?" She opened her eyes groggily. "Doctor McCoy?"
"It appears you are conscious." A tall figure stood up at the foot of the biobed. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. "I am compelled to warn you that you may not be ready for what is about to be revealed."
Her head was pounding but she was able to understand exactly what the figure was saying to her and process her surroundings. She was, in fact, in Sickbay but it was not the Sickbay she knew and had spent so long avoiding. Her eyes rested on another figure in the chair beside her biobed. It was Captain James T. Kirk...yet it wasn't. "You are Spock," she said, pleasantly surprised that her voice was relatively normal, turning to look at the figure.
The figure took a step forwards. "An accurate observation," Spock acknowledged. "Commander Spock."
She looked up at Spock. "Are you referring to your full title?"
"No. I am referring to your full title." Spock looked at her.
Her expression was schooled, but her eyes gave her away. "Is that a guess, Commander?"
"A fact. I know that we are, as the Human expression goes, 'birds of a feather'. Therefore, it is only logical that the position you hold on the Enterprise is that of a Commander and of the First Officer. We would not have any less." Spock stared into the eyes of his female counterpart. "Is there a specific name I should refer to you as in order to avoid any confusion that with undoubtedly occur?"
Repressing the urge to roll her eyes, Spock looked around her new surroundings. "Miss Spock would be an accurate title. The captain does refer to you as Mister Spock, does he not?" Spock nodded. "Do you have a notion as to why I have been thrown into a parallel universe?"
Spock shook his head. "Negative, Miss Spock. I have not had an opportunity to scan the area where we picked up your transporter signal nor communicate with Mr. Scott to see if he has found anything."
The corners of the young woman's lips quirked upwards. "I presume this has something to do with your concern for the Captain's safety." Spock raised an eyebrow as if questioning her logic of reaching this conclusion. "I am not an idiot nor do I suffer from amnesia. I know my feelings for my Captain. It is only logical that I share some of these with you." Spock's eyebrow didn't move. "Come. Let me meld."
"I do not believe that would be a wise decision at this point in time," Spock said, although he took a subconscious step forwards. "We do not know each other and could very well be two very different people."
This time it was the other Spock's turn to raise her eyebrow. "An illogical conclusion as we both know. Of course there will be discrepancies between ourselves, however we are essentially the same person." She calmly met Spock's eye. "Will you allow yourself the opportunity to view an alternate life?"
Spock let out an inaudible sigh. "Very well. For research purposes alone," he stated. His female self shrugged her shoulders almost unnoticably. The two of them placed their hands on the other's face, their fingers finding the melding points very easily.
It began, really, in a meeting one day with the senior staff on the Enterprise. Jim's fingers were tapping incessantly as Spock listened intently to the reports given, as usual, when she felt two fingers on her own fore and middle fingers, causing her to tense. She knew that the hand was on her left side, the person sitting to her left was Jim Kirk, and that the tapping of Jim's fingers had stopped. Of course, it did not mean that the Captain knew what he had just done, so Spock came to the conclusion that it would simply be best if she excused herself. "Excuse me," she said smoothly, rising from her chair. "I am feeling unwell. My apologies for missing the rest of the reports, Captain." With that she turned and left the room, missing the mischievous twinkle in Jim's eye as she left.
Spock's skin was burning and flushed green all over. "Jim," she breathed. "I do not believe this is logical."
The blonde pressed kisses against Spock's face, his slowly growing beard scratching her sensitive skin. "Who ever love was logical?"
The Vulcan sat upright in her bed, her breathing irregular. She took a few long moments to steady her breathing before moving to get out of bed. Her comm beeped. "Commander Spock," she answered, pleasantly surprised that her voice was normal.
"Commander, you're needed on the bridge. The captain seems to be intoxicated."
Groaning silently, Spock replied, "Acknowledged. I will be on the bridge as soon as possible."
Spock had one of Jim's arms around her shoulders as she half-dragged, half-led the captain to his quarters. "Hey, Spock. Spock. Spooooooock," the drunk captain said, a lazy grin on his face. "You're pretty."
The Vulcan did her best to ignore anything she received from the captain when Jim poked her cheek. "You are under the influence of alcohol, Captain," Spock said stiffly, attempting to drop the captain ungracefully onto his bed.
But Jim wouldn't have it. He got up into Spock's face and looked down at her. "You are, y'know. You're really pretty."
"You are under the influence of alcohol," she repeated, attempting to distance herself from Jim.
Jim smirked. "Under the influence of alcohol my ass." He swept Spock up into a very passionate kiss. When he let her go, Spock's cheeks were flushed a very pretty green. "Taste any alcohol in there, Commander?"
Spock stared at Jim. "You were acting?"
The blonde grinned. "Pretty convincing, huh?" His grin slowly faded when Spock failed to respond to his question. "Sorry. I should've asked." Jim sat down on his bed. "Way to go, Jim. Ruin another relationship," he muttered under his breath.
"J-Jim."
He looked up at Spock, whose face had gone slightly greener. Curious, his eyes slid down to her fingers, where the fore and middle fingers were cautiously together and closer to Jim. Slowly, the captain did the same with his hand and pressed his fingers against Spock's, making her breath hitch. Jim smiled gently before pulling his first officer down into a soft kiss.
Spock came out of the meld slightly surprised at the newfound knowledge. "Spock?" Turning slightly, the Vulcan witnessed Jim sitting up, stretching in an effort to make himself more comfortable in his chair. "How long was I out?'
"Approximately two point three seven one hours, Captain," Spock replied, his voice reasonably steady. His female self allowed herself a small smile, noticing the slightly green tinge on her alternate version's face. "It appears my earlier hypothesis was correct. This is, in fact, a female version of myself."
She watching Jim's jaw drop and, biting back a smile, held her hand out for a handshake. Spock saw her and raised an eyebrow. She shrugged in response. "It is a pleasure, Captain. I do believe I am injured and in need of a healing trance, hence why I am in Sickbay, correct?"
Jim, still in his slightly shocked state, nodded dumbly and shook Miss Spock's (okay, that was never going to sound right in his mind) hand, fully aware that Vulcan's were very...touchy about hand stuff. "Uh, yes. Doctor McCoy said that you needed to be brought to Sickbay after he scanned you for any injuries in the transporter room."
"I heard my name!" Bones walked into the room, a frown firmly planted on his face. "Have we determined who she is yet?" He crossed his arms, looking at her suspiciously.
Spock nodded. "Doctor, this is a female version of myself from an alternate reality, as was the third possibility when we discovered her dual heritage."
Bones groaned. "Great, another pointy-eared hobgoblin," he muttered under his breath.