The man casually walked up to Spock and held out his hand.

"I'm the Doctor."

When Spock didn't respond, the Doctor slowly lowered his hand and put it behind his back.

"Ooo-kay, so maybe you're not the most talkative fellow."

He strolled around examining the corridors before returning to Spock.

"Tell me, where am I? Actually, no forget that, I don't wanna know. I'll have a guess. I like guessing."

"Hmmmmmmm" muttered the Doctor, thinking aloud. He then proceeded to lick his finger and hold it out high in the air. The cheery disposition he possessed was quickly replaced by one of concentration.

"Well, what have we got here. Never seen a ship like it before. This ones something special alright."

The stranger stood engrossed in his thoughts.

"Hey you!" The Doctor pointed at Spock. "What year is it?"

Still no response.

"Are you okay?" He waved a hand over Spock's blank face.

"Heeeeeellooo?"

Spock flinched as long fingers produced a sharp jab into his shoulder. His hate of being touched flared and he sprung out of his daze of confusion. The man was staring at him.

"You awake now, are ya?"

"This is a Federation ship. You are unauthorized to be here. Please state your buisness."

The Doctor bit his tongue.

"Federation... nope, never heard of it."

A speck of surprise was visible in Spock's eyes. Everyone knew what the Federation was. Especially humans. They had Starfleet bases all over Earth.

"By what means did you board the ship?"

"Well that's simple!" The man's tone sounded as if the answer was obvious.

Spock raised an eyebrow.

The Doctor walked over to the blue box, leaning against it.

"My TARDIS of course!"

"To my knowledge there is nothing existent called a 'TARDIS'."

A sigh escaped the Doctor's lips.

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist! TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimensions in Space."

There was a pause of silence between them before finally Spock spoke up.

"Sir, I require your identification."

The Doctor pulled a small black wallet out of his pocket, opened it and threw it at Spock.

"There you go."

Spock stared at the inside for a few moments.

"The paper is blank."

The bright blue eyes that were the Doctor's expanded in surprise.

"Really, now? Oooooo, a clever one, are you? I haven't had the psychic paper not work in... let's see... well, ages!"

"Since you cannot offer any credentials, then would you care to inform me of your name?" said Spock coldly.

"Like I said. I'm the Doctor." The Doctor sounded as if he were dealing with a difficult child.

"Doctor who?" persisted Spock.

"Just the Doctor."

Spock eyes became steel. He pulled out his commuicator and flipped it open, drawing it to his face.

"Captain, it appears we have an intruder on deck 17."

"At this time of night? *yawn* I'll be there soon. Keep him contained." crackled Kirk's tired voice through the communicator.

"Captain coming?" asked the Doctor.

Spock inclined his head.

"Funny people, captains. Never find two quite the same. Mind you, I once met a captain who considered crashing his ship to be part of his duty." The Doctor chuckled before continuing, "What was his name again? Oh, that's it! It was Max Capricorn. I suppose he wasn't technically the captain, but he was in charge of the entire ship, so what else am I gonna call him? Admiral? Commander? Commodore? Maybe I'll stick with Captain..."

Spock ignored the Doctor's rambling. This man seemed to be mentally unstable. Bones was going to have to take a good look at him.

"You, what year is it?" asked the Doctor.

More proof of his unstable mental condition, thought Spock.

But then there was something about his eyes. They had an ancient fire burning within them, a oldness that suggested that he might have more intelligence than he let on.

"2260." answered Spock.

The Doctor swivelled around to face Spock, his face a mixture of confusion and surprise.

"You're not human are you?" the Doctor said, observing Spocks arched, upswept eyebrows and his pointy ears visible with his black bowl shaped hair.

"I am half Vulcan." said Spock monotonously.

"Vulcan? What's that?" questioned the Doctor.

Spock tried to not show the immense astonishment he felt. Clearly something was wrong with this man.

The Doctor glanced over Spock's shoulder at a blonde haired man with a yellow shirt walking towards them. He was obviously human. Something wasn't right. At this stage humans hadn't should'nt have even come into contact with alien species, let alone be flying around the universe in spaceships with them!

"Sorry about this." he muttered as he slammed the palm of his hand down onto the vulcan's forehead.

Waves of anger, pain and sadness washed over the Doctor. He felt the sorrow Spock felt over the loss of Vulcan and his mother and the raging fury for the one responsible. All these emotions Spock kept hidden inside came flooding through into the Doctor's mind. It was too much, the emotions too immense and powerful. The Doctor fainted, falling to the floor with a heavy thump. This was not the universe he knew.