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Chapter 2 Two for one with a striped twist

Jim groaned as he stared into the childishly bright blue sky, complete with fluffy white clouds. Today was just not his day.

"Sorry bout that Lass!" Jim blinked in confusion as he heard that familiar voice, only, it sounded like two voices speaking simultaneously. Suddenly two Scottys came into his line of vision.

"You have GOT to be kidding me…" The Capitan cried out in frustration. He let out a (less than) dignified yelp as he was suddenly hoisted up by his shoulders and onto his feet.

"You seem to be in quite a hurry." The two Scottys stood in front of him, arms crossed and grinning, despite the 'oh my Gawd you have to be fucking kidding me' look they were receiving from the blonde in front of them. Their odd apparel consisted of Red slacks, a yellow shirt and blue bow ties. Was everyone dressing like they were on crack?

Jim rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "Scotty… why are there two of you?" Now their expressions changed to that of confusion.

"Two Scottys? I'm Scotty, he's Monty."

"Aye, we're completely different Lass."

"What? Okay, never mind." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. It was clear they didn't remember him like Chekov did. "Did you see a white rabbit run by here?"

"Aye! We did!" They said together.

"Which way was he headed?"

"That way!" They proceeded to point in opposite direction. "No, that way!" They switched their directions. This sparked an argument between the two.

Jim sighed in frustration. "Guys!" He shouted, and they both went silent, looking at him curiously. "Just… drop it. I'll find my own way…"

"Aye. That might be best, Lass." They spoke together.

The blonde raised a brow. "Why do you keep calling me Lass?"

They tilted their heads, confused again.

"Yer a Lass, aren't ye?"

"No."

"Yer wearin' a dress."

"What? Oh, I don't know how I ended up in this, but I'm a man!"

"But yer wearin' a bow in yer hair."

"Huh?" Jim reached up, and sure enough, pulled another black ribbon out of his hair. "-The hell that get back in there? Whatever. Look, I'm a man."

"We don't believe you."

"I am."

"Nope."

"I. Am."

"No way."

"My names Jim for Pete's sake!"

"So?"

"UGH!" In a bout of frustration, Jim grabbed the skirt of his dress and pulled it up, flashing the two men. The identical engineers' eyebrows shot up concurrently in surprise. "Believe me now!?"

"Aye…"

***K/S***

Just outside the boarders of the wonderland woods stood a castle, which contrasted with the bright, childish world around it. The black stonewalls and turrets stood over the land, dark, sinister, jagged, appearing to suck the color out of the world around it.

Prince Spock would say that he hated the castle if it wasn't against his Vulcan teaching. So instead of voicing his opinions, he rarely ventured out of the only decently pleasant place in the castle. The rose garden.

The rose garden was a large, walled in area, although the stone used in these walls appeared to be made out of a different material then the rest of the castle. It was a deep orange-red, and appeared to be made of sand. The paths cutting through the sweet smelling bushes consisted of similar colored sand.

Spock often found himself wondering the garden, bare foot, toes digging into the coarse sand, invisible under his dark billowing robes, the fabric dragging behind him erasing his footprints. It was his own little secret. No one knew of this illogical little treat he allowed himself.

"How did I know you would be here?" Spock looked up to see a woman lounging atop the stonewall, a large, feline smile on her face. He lithe frame was covered by a dress that was striped pink and purple, her cat ears and tail striped the same way and twitching with interest.

"Nyota." He greeted without emotion, watching as she faded from view and reappeared, floating in front of him.

"I've been gone for a week and you're not happy to see me?" She asked, kissing him lightly on the lips, earning no response. Pouting, she said, "Anyways, I have news."

"Are you not supposed to report that to the king?" The Prince asked, walking passed the floating woman and sitting on a near by bench, folding his hands over his lap.

"I don't work for that bastard." She answered, floating effortlessly over to Spock. "But you're my friend. So I'll tell you. Someone just arrived in wonderland." One of the Vulcan's eyebrows rose curiously, causing her fat-cat-in-a-canary-cage grin to return. "A girl by the name Jim. She's fallowing after Chekov, so no doubt she'll end up here eventually. Incase you're curious. But remember…" She wagged her finger in warning. "Curiosity killed the cat."

"An illogical statement, Nyota. You are the cat, not I. Also, Curiosity cannot kill."

"Says you." Nyota said wistfully before fading out of sight.

TBC

TWTB: Okay, I like how this Chapter came out :3 Also, everything will explain itself eventually so if you're confused, just wait.