Sorry for the delay! Listen to DVNO by JUSTICE to get the feeling.

"Sorry Spock, I'll catch up with you in a couple hours." Kirk muttered.

Jim carried himself hurriedly down the halls, nodding to the other cadets retiring for the rest period as they drew themselves up to attention, flippantly saluting a returned greeting. He walked quickly, hoping to avoid confrontation. More than anything, he desired to reach his sanctuary, his holy place; a comfy bed was the only religion he bought into it. The feeling of falling face first into the wonderful, plushy abyss of his worn mattress turned him the fuck on.

He allowed the wall to suck away his DNA and awarded him with entry. He shuffled in, breathing the scent of space rooms. A mixture of warm metal and coffee.

"Smells so fucking good." He murmured to himself, shucking his shoes off and pulling his yellow uniform over his head.

"Shit." He muttered darkly. A zipper on the inside of the Captain's shirt by design, fucking useless by the way as it could probably fit maybe a small chap stick tube and never failed to rip tufts of his hair out in the hasty removal of his clothing, had of course caught his sandy locks in a grid lock of misery. His fingers fumbled to free himself and promptly he gave up. He let the shirt cover his head like a super cool head bag and felt his way over to the kitchen, looking for his magnetic scissors. He considered just falling asleep with the damn thing on his head. He took a step towards the bedroom.

"Greoow."

He paused, every nerve on end, limbs stiff and reactive. He did not turn around. He sauntered forward casually, knocking a chair with his knee ("Ah!), ears pricked, awaiting the certain touch from behind. He reached the bed and nothing had popped out at him, teeth dripping and bloody claws ripping him to bits. After that stint in Delta Vega he had an unnatural fear of monsters. Yes, the captain of the U.S.S Enterprise was scared of lurkers under his bed. "So sue me." he thought.

He sat down, nearly missing the bed and sliding off. He hurriedly snatched his legs up on the bed, breath accelerating as his fear reached a crescendo. He calmed himself and discredited his fear, promising himself that the growl he had heard was simply his foot scuffing the floor, which makes perfect sense, right? Now clumsily trying to just rip the damn shirt off his head.

And then hands. Fucking unexpected hands touched him and he went ballistic.

- -

Spock had hovered over Nyota for at least five hours, nodding in and out until Nurse Chapel had booted him out. She had cocked her head as she took in his slumped figure, head resting on hands upon Nyota's med bed. So human this action looked to her, she felt overwhelmed by something. Her heart had filled. She had never laid her eyes upon their stoic Commander in such a tender pose. She sent him away.

He had walked to his housing, taking an extra nine seconds to do this. He felt bone dead. He was tired. He was confused. He wanted answers. He wanted to go back in time. He wanted to make love to his woman. Instead he made a cup of tea and sat down. The best thing he could do now was completely devote himself to uncovering exactly what it was that had entered Uhura's body. He knew nothing of the planet's atmosphere. He should never have allowed her on the planet. "You are not the boss of me, Commander, I can take care of any beast on that planet. Do not let illogical feelings of protectiveness restrict Starfleet's ability to discover new life." She might say, leaning in, affronted. He sighed and allowed his head to sink into his hands.

He began to brood.

***

Uhura confidently took over the entire hall. Crewmembers stopped in their tracks and it was definitely not to come to attention. She would grant them coy smiles, wiggling her fingers under her chin in a flirtatious greeting. They would gape, openly gape.

"Is she wearing…"

"She is."

"Is that legal?"

"Should we call someone?"

"No. I am loving this transformation. She's smoking!" Uhura heard all this with sharpened ears. She could see better, she was stronger, and goddamn she was resilient!

Uhura sobbed inside. She had inkling where this possession was taking her and why. Whatever had made itself at home in her body was too busy reveling in the attention of the male, and even…oh god…female cadets passing her to realize Uhura was wriggling her foot into the door of the others mind. She caught glimpses of thoughts, all moving quickly and in a language incredibly calculating and beautiful, enticing her even with words. Everything about this being screamed, "HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!" She could not catch a name or a place of origin. Mixed in with thoughts of sex was "Vulcan" and "for too long". This flickered in her brain for mere seconds before "arouse" once again took over. It seemed it did not matter if it was Spock she found first, but nevertheless her legs carried her to his door.

As her hand rose to request access Nyota decided to try a new tactic.

Reaching out.

Who are you? She pushed this thought as forcefully as possible through the crack of the mind barrier between them as possible. She did not know if she heard it, then, her hand paused in front of the code box. It slowly lowered. Uhura's body sighed.

What do you want girl. Uhura was shocked.

You speak Swahili! Even in this dire situation, she found herself fascinated by language.

I speak all languages.

What is your name?

I will bless you with an answer. Khalil.

How are you in my body like this?

You were convenient. I heard your pulse first.

I can't control myself.

Obviously. Nyota barked angrily.

Well, get out.

Impossible.

What!

I have a task I must now finish.

Hold up! Don't you dare go in there!

What is the problem. He is your mate, isn't he? Uhura could not believe she was conversing with herself, an alien, in such a controlled and girly manner. She was pissed but thought keeping a positivish relationship with this space bitch might help her chances, so she kept her mouth shut.

You are not me! Spock will know the difference. Please, give me my own mind control back. We can find you a suitable body to sustain you until we understand what you need. Please! She was begging, desperate. She would not be able to stand what was imminent.

Thank you for the name of my next conquest. Now shut up.

Nyota screamed and yelled into the great empty divide of her own head, but that wall was raised again and she was favored only by silence. Khalil rang the bell. Nyota could not close her eyes. She saw Spock's expression, revealing his emotions show to this stranger, not herself. She saw relief and concern. Her hands reached out for him and this time he pulled her to him roughly, stroking her hair and shuddering.

"Nyota, you nearly died in front of me." His pain reflected his past sorrow to the loss of his mother. Nyota gasped, she had grazed against Khalil's desire and it had struck her hard. Her need was bottomless and insatiable.

Nyota tried to stop listening to Spock and began to focus on loopholes in the mind control. She found a small pocket from which she could feel and occasionally hear Khalil. As she listened to her chatter, she found she could wedge open the pocket slightly, sure by an impossibly small amount, but nonetheless it was possible. The small problem was that her mind was unbelievably exhausted from even accomplishing that.

Nyota was hopeful. If she could open Khalil's mind little, by little, maybe she could drive her out!

"I have desired you since I awoke, my beloved." She purred. Nyota snapped back to the conversation. Spock's eyes widened. He smiled a small smile.

"Are you not fatigued after the events of today." Nyota felt sick.

"Not in the slightest." Khalil murmured lowly as she drew closer to him. He raised his hands to meld with her and she snapped away as if stung. Spock looked surprised. Nyota laughed. Yes, Spock! Look in and see what you find.

"Is something wrong?"

"Of course not. Let us make love, first, and then touch minds. I believe the exertion of telepathy will exhaust me from…other activities." Bitch! That was logical!

Spock still looked uncertain until Khalil placed a small, brown hand on his wrist and drew him forward. She kissed him roughly, without delicacy and Nyota knew Spock would realize. She never kissed him like that, not at the beginning of the night anyway. Spock did not do as she had suspected.

Nyota felt herself being stabbed over and over again as Spock responded greatly to the rough passion and pushed her against the wall.

"I do not know what has "gotten into you" Nyota, but I am eager to reciprocate."

"The only thing I want getting into me is you." She purred. Spock pulled her skirt up and bunched it at her waist, kissing her breasts. Khalil reached to pull down his pants and they fell around his socked feet. Nyota felt like vomiting. Her mind was in chaos, it was a wreck, HOW COULD SPOCK NOT REALIZE THIS FAKE WAS NOT HER! Did he know her! She had never in her life uttered such a cheesy line in her life. Spock LIKED this kinky foreplay! God!

Uhura attempted to tune out, praying to whatever God there was that he would send a revelation to Doctor Leonard McCoy.

"Oh yes!" Uhura yipped as Spock ripped her underwear apart.

Nyota cringed and died a little inside. What if she never escaped this hell?

***

Kirk thrashed his hands wildly to attempt to stun his attacker, so he could blindly run for the door. He hit something, a forehead!, and successfully elicited a cry of pain. That cry of pain sounded familiar.

"Goddamn it, Jim! What the hell was that for!"

"Bones! Oh my god, I am so glad your here!" Still blind, Jim tried to throw his hands around Bones in a hug, but miscalculated and planted his arms around his waist, at crotch line.

"Uhh." Bones swallowed uncomfortably. "I don't know how to say this, but your face is dangerously close to my penis." Kirk jumped back and blushed,

"Well, that's awkward….Heh, heh. Accidental, I swear."

"Forget it, man. Why did you just try an' swipe my damn head off! I was only tryin' to help."

"I…" was scared to death of imaginary monsters under my bed and thought you had come to collect my teeth for monster experimentation and was just trying to save my own life, "was just surprised."

"I'll buy that. On a more important note, did you notice something was up with Uhura?"

"Now that you mention it, I think she is succumbing to my charms." He sighed happily.

"No. Not even if hell froze over would that woman give you a second look."

"Bones!" Jim gasped, scandalized.

"We both know it's true so calm down. She was actin' real strange after that thing today. Something ain't right. I need your permission to admit her."

"If something was wrong, she would tell us. You know that. She's strong and annoyingly independent."

"Jim-"

"Get this zipper out and go away." Bones grumbled to himself and then the room was silent.

"Bones?"

"….."

"BONES!"

"………."

"Did you leave?"

"….."

"If you don't answer I'm going to assume your gone."

"….."

"Asshole!"

He flopped back.

"Lights at 0% capacity." The room dimmed until it was pitch dark.

"Best friends always abandoning you when you most need them."

*****

"Leo, iz something wrong?" Chekov bounced in step alongside Bones.

" It's McCoy and yeah kid, I don't know what but there is something very wrong."

"Vere are you going?"

"The hobgoblin's cave."

"Can I heelp!" Sulu rolled his eyes from the other side of Bones. They took the hall, the three of them and Sulu felt great. He liked walking in groups like this, protected by the company of others.

"Chekov, let's grab something to eat. The doctorman is obviously on a mission. Top secret, I got your back." Sulu saluted to Bones and he emitted a low chuckle. He stopped and turned. He clapped them on the shoulder.

"Wish me luck." Then briskly stalked away. Chekov cocked his head.

"I have no tired." Chekov told Sulu.

"You have hungeer?" Sulu mocked him and Chekov playfully shoved him.

"You are bad friend."

"Nah, I'm the best friend you ever had."

"Vanna meet girls in the bar?"

"I'm not carting you home again."

"Let us go and take over the whole sheep! Aye!"

"Fine." Sulu caved and Chekov threw his arm over his shoulders and they walked towards the Watering Hole. Sulu loved friendship despite his savvy wit, and this moment exhilarated him in the way those moments of truly living do.

***

Bones pressed the request button at Spock's door. He heard rumbling inside and no one answered. He waited, he heard a great crash and a husky voice. Access Denied he was informed.

Something was definitely not right here.

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