Chapter 3

Ms Spock walked purposefully toward engineering, till she came to a man with a thick Scottish accent yelling at some poor man who had apparently scratched one of the engines. It was not hard to deduce that this was Mr Scott. "Mr Scott." She said, approaching the scene, and providing an opportunity for the poor engine scratcher to escape.

"Who're you?" The Scotsman demanded.

"I am Ms Spock." Perhaps if Jane wasn't gone, and Vulcan's had emotions, the expression on Mr Scott's face would have been highly amusing.

"Whaa… Mr Spock, what happened to you?"

"I am not Mr Spock, nor have I ever been Mr Spock. I am his counterpart from another universe."

"Aye, not another alternate universe! Ah, well, we can always use another set of hands. See, what we need to do is recalibrate…"

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Ms Spock strode quickly to Captain Kirk, resisting the urge to stay beside him, the only thing she had left of her own captain. "Captain, may I inquire as to where I shall be staying during my time here?"

"Oh." Jim blinked; he hadn't thought of that. "I suppose we can have one of the guest rooms set to Vulcan specifics."

"That will be unnecessary. I am fully capable of resetting the room, and faster than you would be able."

"All right. Mr Spock, would you take, ah, Ms Spock to the room you believe best fitting?"

"Yes captain." The two Spocks walked away from the captain, probably looking incredibly intimidating in the process. In any case, people didn't really make a point to get in their way, although they got some strange looks. The Spocks did not talk, both were shielding their thoughts from the other. Mr Spock was wondering what his female version was thinking. He was also wondering if this was how he acted when his Jim was harmed or taken captive.

Ms Spock was jealous. This Spock still had his captain, even though he probably would have made the same choices she had. It wasn't fair! But no. It wasn't fair of her to judge him like that. Still. She missed her Jane so much.

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"These will be your quarters." Mr Spock informed his companion. "If you require anything, I will assist." Ms Spock surmised he was speaking of things such as meditation equipment. She nodded; thanks were illogical, and walked into her room. She walked over to the bed, and let down her shields. Pain engulfed her being, torturing her with it's claws, Jane was gone. She didn't try to keep the pain at bay, she deserved this, all of it. She didn't sleep that night, only kept herself awake, torturing herself with memories, driving the knife in her chest deeper and deeper till she could bear it no more, and collapsed, blaming herself for her weakness.

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At exactly the time, to the second, that a first officer was to report to the bridge, Ms Spock walked in, along with Mr Spock, of course.

"Ms Spock." Jim said in surprise.

"Captain. Is there a task you wish for me to perform?"

"I suppose you are rather out of a job. Let me see. Mr Spock, do you have any ideas?"

"I suppose, captain, we could divide my duties. I could retain my position as first officer, since I am more familiar with this crew, and she could take over as science officer, allowing us both to also focus on clean up and fixing the engines." Jim appeared to like this idea.

"All right, Ms Spock, does that sound like a good idea to you?"

"It is acceptable."

"All right then. Right now, I think Mr Chekov needs some help getting the navigation systems back online. Feel up to helping him?"

"... I do not feel, captain. However, I am fully capable of assisting… Mr Chekov with the navigation systems."

"Well, that's all we can ask. Go ahead. He's in the tech room."

"Yes captain." Ms Spock walked away. Mr Spock pulled asked Lieutenant Uhura to request a data pad.

"Why do you need a data pad?" Jim questioned curiously.

"So I can transfer my duties as science officer to Ms Spock."

"All right. What's it like?" Spock raised an eyebrow. Really, the man needed to learn some different forms of communication.

"What is what like, captain?"

"Having a double. I haven't had enough time with mine to figure it out yet."

"It is… different, captain. And fascinating to observe myself with so few differences." Jim suddenly thought of something.

"Ah. Spock. I just got these orders tonight, but, ah, is this a good time to tell you that you're parents need transport to Earth, and we're taking them?" Spock suddenly went very still.

"I will inform my counterpart." He walked off.