So, so many people said they wanted me to continue that i decided that i would...

It's a different story however...it's what would have happened if Spock and Nyota weren't together..but instead disliked eachother.

This is part one.

I hope you like it! ^^


Spocktacular:

What Could Have Happened Part 1

Nyota woke up to find herself in a gray room, with plain gray walls and gray ceiling. And guess what? The bed spread was gray too. Despite her confusion as to where she was she couldn't help the sarcastic thought that entered her mind, "Must be a very boring person, or very stuck up. Hm…reminds me of Commander Spock." It was a disdainful thought. Still confused as to where she could be, she was sure she had fallen asleep in her own bedroom—in her own bed—she slipped out of the bed and stood up. As she did so she glanced down at herself and gapped. No thought penetrated her brain for several seconds. She was looking down at pale white, very masculine legs. She was wearing a pair of black boxers—a sarcastic thought still managed to worm itself into her brain, "not gray, what a surprise"—and she now had a clearly defined six pack and well formed biceps.

"What the bloody hell!?!" She shouted. She ran to the bathroom, and stared in the mirror.

"Oh you've got to be kidding. You've so got to be kidding! Shit! Not now, not him!" She muttered out loud. Staring at her from the mirror was Spock's face; perfectly formed nose and strong jaw, deep eyes, sharp eyebrows, perfectly straight hair cut, and pointed ears. She ran a hand over her full lips and pointed ears. She had to admit to herself that he was very good looking topless, she had never had the opportunity to view him in anything but his Star Fleet uniform.

"Shit Nyota! Who cares if he's hella hot in his boxers, the fact that you're in his body means there is something seriously wrong!" She told herself fiercely. Breathing deeply she turned on the faucet and washed her face. Slightly calmer she went to the bedroom again and searched for the wardrobe. It was of course gray. Nyota went to it and pulled out a black Star Fleet commander's uniform. She was surprised to see that the half Vulcan had anything besides uniforms; the wardrobe had a pair of jeans, a button down shirt, a big sweater, and a Vulcan Ceremonial robe. Too bad she didn't care. Frustrated she sighed and grabbed a pair of shoes. She put them on and then sat on the bed wondering what in the world she could do.

"Well, if you're in his body, then Spock's probably in yours. Ugh..bad thought." Nyota spoke out loud, it helped her concentrate right then.

"Okay, I've got to find Spock, who is in my body. So I've got to find me. Brilliant." Nyota used a few choice words in different languages to relieve her stress. Of all the people to switch bodies with it had to be with Spock; the pain-in-the-but, serious as hell Professor—who she privately thought was hot and was very intelligent….basically she hated the fact that she fancied him.

"Shit, Nyota! Why me?" She rubbed her temples briefly, and then stood up. The best thing she could do would be to find Spock. She went to the kitchen, marveling at how large Spock's rooms were. "Guess being a Commander has its benefits." She muttered. She programmed the replicator to make her a large cup of coffee, god's knew she needed it. She drank it down, and breathed deeply. Closing her eyes she calmed herself. Then she left Spock's quarters and made her way down the hall.

Spock awoke to find someone sleeping with him. He nearly jumped out of his skin, but of course being Spock he didn't. Instead he focused on calming his breathing and opened his eyes. The ceiling was gray, good sign. He turned his head to look at the walls; they were covered in pictures and posters. Not a good sign. Where was he? He could feel someone's warm arms wrapped around his chest. He shifted slightly and turned to see a green face right next to his. He blinked in surprise, the female was obviously Orion. So, why was an Orion girl sleeping with him? He was positive he had gone to sleep alone, in his own bed. He never slept with anyone else, never had. So, why now? He gulped slightly and shifted, to sit up. The girl groaned and moved. It was only then that Spock realized he was wearing a light pink tank top. He stared, uncomprehending. He also noticed that his arms were thinner and more delicate than usual, and they were mahogany colored. He blinked. He also had breasts. Spock had never been one for explicites—they were illogical—but right then he was sorely tempted. Instead he slowed his breathing and moved slowly out of the bed. As he did so the Orion girl woke up. She was completely nude except for a pair of yellow underwear. Spock averted his gaze, feeling himself grow extremely hot.

"Ny, what's wrong? What time is it?" The girl asked groogily.

"0710 hours," Spock replied immediately. Better to answer the question. Why had the girl called him Ny? He wondered. He slipped out of the bed and made his way quickly to the bathroom. He had absolutely no clue what was going on and was growing increasing frustrated at the circumstances. What he saw in the mirror didn't help.

Spock blinked and realized that he had been staring at the image in the mirror for 36.5 seconds. Yet, he couldn't help but stare. His mouth went dry. A delicate yet well defined face was staring back at him, mahogany in color with delicate lips, an elegant forehead and nose and wonderful eyes. His brown hair was falling over his slim shoulders, badly tangled.

"I'm Cadet Uhura?" He breathed incredulously. How this had happened he had absolutely no idea. The fact that the Cadet's night shirt was semi-transparent didn't help his concentration. He was acutely aware of the fact that in order to get dressed he would have to take off the thin article of clothing. The idea was not wholly appealing, although some part of him couldn't help noticing that the Cadet was quite aesthetically pleasing. The fact that he distasted the Cadet didn't help matters right then; she was obnoxious, thinking she was correct all the time and she tended to govern all class discussions, not letting any of the other student's be included. She was also brilliant, charming outside of class, and nice too look at. Privately he admired her spirit, although her attitude in his classes annoyed him, probably because over ninety-five percent of the time she was correct in her statements and tended to have far more interesting ideas than the rest of her classmates. She reminded him of him, when he was a Cadet, which was ironic. Maybe, if he analyzed it deeper—which he did not let himself do—he would have realized he was slightly jealous of her, she was everything he had been as a Cadet, but she was well liked and all the other Cadets seemed to crowd around her and admire her, while he had been shunned as an outsider.

Right then Spock felt nothing but annoyance for the Cadet whose body he was temporarily occupying. Breathing deeply he closed his eyes momentarily, illogically hoping that when he opened them it would all have been a dream. However, when he opened his eyes Nyota's image was still reflected in the mirror. Sighing imperceptibly he turned on the water and washed his face. Then he entered the bedroom. The Orion cadet was snoring on his bed. He had no idea why she was in his bed. Shaking his head slightly he walked to the wardrobe. He searched through it, and found a clean uniform. He took it out, trying not to pay attention to the other articles of clothing, some of which were very interesting. Then he moved, with lots of hesitation, to the underwear drawer. Breathing deeply he opened it and peered in. He gulped, despite the fact that he knew it was illogical to be frightened of women's clothing. Gently he moved his hand and quickly grabbed a bra. He shut the drawer much quicker than he had planned and it produced a resounding thump. He closed his eyes, waiting for the Orion girl to wake up. She didn't. He breathed out, and taking the clothing moved quickly to the bathroom. He shut the door, and breathed deeply.

Slowly, breathing deeply the whole time, he pulled the tank top off. He made sure not to look down. Then he took the bra he had grabbed, a plain white one, and attempted to strap it on. He pulled the straps on and then moved his hands to clip the backs together. However, the thing just wouldn't click. His arms were bent in such a way which made in extremely uncomfortable to move. Closing his eyes briefly in frustration he slipped the bra off, and moved the back to the front. Then he looked down and blinked. Brilliant. He shouldn't be so attracted to his own body, however, in his mind he was still male. He bit his lip, and moved his hands to click the bra on. It took a few seconds, with him focusing solely on the task. However the bra clicked and he quickly turned it around and pulled on the straps. However, the bra just wouldn't fit properly. Breathing in deeply he looked down and moved his hands to adjust the bra. It was a very weird experience he thought. It was completely illogical for him to feel this way.

The bra finally in place he quickly pulled on the shirt, the skirt—which left him still feeling very exposed—and the jacket. Then he moved to sink, grabbed a brush and combed his hair. It took a long time, much longer than it usually took him. Of course, the Cadet's hair was much longer. When he was done he splashed cold water on his face again and then left the bathroom. The Orion Cadet was awake and stretching, which didn't help Spock's current situation. He averted his eyes, feeling very hot, and moved to the door. It was only logical to find Nyota, if he was in her body then she must be in his. So, he had to find his own body.

"Hey, Nyota? Where you headed at this time?" the girl asked.

Spock froze and then responded without turning, "I must ask Professor Spock a question. Good day." He stated and then left the room. Gaila stared after him thinking, "What did she eat?"

Spock made his way down the corridors, there we not that many people about at this hour. He must find Cadet Uhura. It was only logical that she would be in his quarters. Random people called out to him, waving and smiling. Spock did not know how to respond so he merely nodded. Couldn't they tell he was in a hurry? He thought exasperated. However, he kept his face perfectly blank. He was aware of people watching him pass with strange expressions. He rounded the final corner to his quarters.

As he did so, his own body hit him, slamming him to the ground. He hit the floor, remembering to fall in the correct position as not to be hurt, and stayed there slightly dazed. It was very curious to have his own body lying on top of him. He could here himself breathe quickly and a second later his body moved off of him. Spock looked up into his own face. His mouth was contorted in a grimace and his eyes were filled with despair and annoyance. He stood up abruptly.

"Professor. May I have a work?" He asked. His own face looked at him with puzzlement. Then understanding dawned.

"Of course, Commander, I mean Spock, I mean Cadet." His voice answered, flustered. Spock groaned inwardly. There were several observers. Nyota turned abruptly and led the way to his quarters. Spock followed quickly. Once inside he turned and ordered the door to lock. Then he turned back to face himself.

"Commander, what in hell's name is going on here?" The Cadet asked, in a voice which was much higher than his usual one. Spock winced.

"Cadet, I have absolutely no idea." Spock replied and abruptly went to his couch and sat down. He was suddenly bone weary, and knowing that the day was only beginning was not at all comforting.


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