"I knew I should've asked what hormone stimulant that pointy-eared bitch was using." Bones read Jim's scanner readings again. "Could you two at least have waited until getting to your quarters before doing anything?!"

Jim stared at Bones, open-mouthed. "We didn't do anything! I swear, all we did was try to communicate with the bridge! We didn't -!" Bones smirked and Jim shut his mouth. "Dammit, Bones. One of these days it's not gonna be so funny any more."

"I thought it was hilarious," the CMO retorted, looking back to the readings. "You're fine. Raised levels of testosterone, but for all we know, that could mean you'll have more energy today." He began shoo-ing Jim away. "Go. I have work to do. Besides, you have a female green-blooded hobgoblin to look out for." The captain rolled his eyes but jumped off the biobed. "God only knows what she'll do next," Bones added as Jim was leaving.

"Singing?" Spock raised an eyebrow at his female counterpart. "I do not understand your logic behind the question."

Miss Spock avoided smiling or giggling, choosing to bite the inside of her cheek before speaking. "I have discovered that it is a favored pastime amongst my crewmates and that I have an apparent talent and fondness for this particular activity." She paused for a minute before continuing. "The captain appeared to also have a fondness for it."

Spock raised his eyebrow even higher. "Are you referring to my captain or to yours?"

"I was speaking of both. I had an opportunity to practice and display my singing in Recreation Room Six thirty-six point one six three hours ago. Many of the crew in the room were quite appreciative of the performance." Remembering something, Miss Spock turned and pulled something out of the dresser. "It may also have been the outfit I chose to accompany the performance." She turned back to Spock. "May I have possession of a device capable of carrying the dress so that I may take it with me when I return to my reality?"

The male commander nodded before taking a moment to observe his counterpart. "Do you miss your reality?"

Miss Spock raised an eyebrow. "To miss something is illogical."

"I am well aware. However, I am also aware that I am sometimes plagued by this emotion. It was only logical that I asked if you were affected by it seeing as how you have been in another reality for seven days."

She nodded. "It is indeed logical. You should remember that I explained to your captain that it is possible that time in my reality does not pass at the same rate as time in this reality."

"It is a possibility. However, it is unlikely that that is so, seeing as how you appear to be the same age as myself."

At that moment a chime sounded from the communications system in the room. "Commander? Lass? We've arrived at the location where we first picked up Miss Spock's signal."

Spock stood and walked over to the system. "Thank you, Mister Scott. We shall be in the transporter room in five point seven one minutes, after a minor detour." Miss Spock raised an eyebrow when Spock turned back to face her. "You expressed a wish for a container to take your dress home in. That is where the detour is to."

Jim stood with Scotty in the transporter room, his arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. "Sir, Mister Spock was very specific in his timin'! He said 'e'd be here in nearly six minutes."

"Has it been six minutes yet?"

"Negative, Captain," Spock said, entering the transporter room with his female counterpart behind him. "It has been five point three eight four minutes. We are early by point three two six minutes." He turned to Scotty. "Have you input the coordinates, Mister Scott?"

Scotty nodded. "Aye, Commander." He looked at Miss Spock. "Are ya ready to go home, lassie?"

Miss Spock nodded. "Yes, Mister Scott." She glanced between Spock and Jim for a moment. "I believe I am." She stepped up to one of the transporter pads. "Live long and prosper, Captain. Commander, remember." Holding up her hand in the Vulcan greeting, she was transported away.

Jim turned to Spock when she was gone. "Remember what?"

Spock looked at his captain. "She was reminding me of an activity that she has an apparent talent and fondness for." With that, he turned and left the transporter room.

"Spock!" James T. Kirk ran up to the transporter pad and hugged Spock the moment she materialised. "What the hell happened?"

Spock pulled out of the hug. "Our experiment was successful, Captain. I was able to reach an alternate reality and cause the vision to come true."

Jim nodded, waiting for her to continue. "I believe the results will be positive in their nature. How long was I in the parallel reality?"

"Seven hours," Jim responded, relieved that Spock was safe. "So, the 'psychic' won't destroy the planet then?" Spock nodded. "How long was it in the other reality?"

The faintest hint of a smile cross Spock's face. "Seven days, two hours, seven minutes, forty-nine seconds. Would you care for me to continue?" Jim shook his head. "I believe you will insist I visit Sickbay for Doctor McCoy to confirm I am uninjured. After that is completed, you will want to fulfill the second part of the vision." She turned and began walking out of Sickbay, container in hand.

Jim blinked for a few moments before processing what Spock said. "Wait, what second part? You never told me about a second part!"

Spock turned to look at Jim over her shoulder. "You are correct, Captain. I did not inform you of the second part." A devious smile, matching the one worn so often in the parallel reality, crossed her face. "I apologise, Captain. I shall inform you of it after Doctor McCoy confirms I am uninjured."

A/N: So, last official chapter! BUT, there's still the epilogue, which I'm still a little iffy on. Nonetheless, THIS WAS WAY TOO MUCH FUN TO WRITE! Again, thanks to everyone who reviewed, followed, or added this to their favorites!

P.S. I leave it up to your imagination what Miss Spock was talking about.