A Taste of My Writing =D
Here is a short story i wrote....it's called Spocktacular ^^
i've got a second version as well which is much longer...so if you like this i might post my second version =D
I do not own Star Trek or the characters, although i love both ^^
Characters: Spock and Nyota Uhura
Rating: PG-13....but mostly PG
Spocktacular
Nyota opened her eyes to find herself staring at a gray ceiling, sleeping in a gray bedroom with gray walls and a gray bed. Okay, not so weird. Actually quite normal. What wasn’t normal was the fact that she couldn’t hear Gaila breathing, but then again that happened sometimes for the simple reason that Gaila had decided to stay the night in another person’s bed-usually one of the male gender. Nyota turned over and stared at the wall uncomprehending. There was no other bed in the room; the wall was covered in a plain brown shelf with an arrangement of books, a few holographic images, and some decorations. She had no idea where she was. She also didn’t know why she felt like she was boiling. She moved her hands and slipped off her covers to be faced with a disturbing sight. Her legs were white, muscular and she was ripped.
“What the hell?” She cried out. She stood up and ran to the bathroom mirror. Then she stood there and stared in absolutely dumbstruck astonishment. The face in the mirror was not hers, although it was one she was very familiar with. Hell, she’d stroked that face, kissed it, caressed it. So, why the hell was is staring back at her through the mirror? She reached up a hand and cautiously felt one pointed ear. It was warm, slightly green and positively not human. She moved her hand to hair line, perfectly straight cut bangs, pointed side burns. And then there were sharp eyebrows, deep eyes, and sensual lips. And of course, she was no longer mahogany colored, but pale white.
“Shit!” She swore in a deep soft voice. She needed to contact Spock, something was really weird right now. Then she looked in the mirror again and gave a short humorless laugh, “Hell, I’m Spock! Which means, he’s me!” She sprinted out of the bathroom in her boxers and quickly went to the wardrobe. It was full of perfectly ironed black suits, and in one corner a pair of jeans, one button down shirt, and a big woolly sweater. She grabbed a commander’s shirt, jacket and pants. She pulled them on and then went to the bathroom. She straightened her clothes and then trying to ignore the weirdness of the situation turned to walk out of the room. No matter what, she had to find Spock, before she killed someone by smiling.
Spock woke up to find himself in a plain room, gray Star Fleet regulation ceiling and walls. He blinked, who was in his room? Someone was breathing, and judging by the depth of the breathing that person was asleep. He blinked, confused and turned his head over. If he hadn’t been Vulcan he would have jumped out of his skin. For that matter he simply blinked and slowed his elevated heart beat. Sleeping in a bed next to his was a green faced woman. Obviously Orion. Her face was tilted towards him and he could make out her red lips and orange hair. He recognized her as Nyota’s roommate. So what was she doing in his room? Or, why was he in her room? These thoughts did nothing to sooth his consciousness. He moved and slid out of bed, to be met with a disturbing sight. His legs were mahogany brown, soft and perfectly smooth to the touch and everything but male. He glanced down and felt himself flush. He was getting a direct view of a female’s undergarments. Utterly confused he walked over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
It took him exactly thirty three seconds to be able to even think again. His first thought was, “It appears there is a slight issue.” His second thought was, “This will prove an extraordinary experiment in physical responses.” Then he blinked and moved a delicate hand to brush his lush bright full lips, his delicate jaw and his soft cheeks. Then his gaze traveled further and he stared in awestruck silence at her, no his, perfectly formed chest. It seemed Nyota slept only in her underwear. He watched curiously to see if he would turn green, but the only change was that his skin took on a slightly darker complexion.
“Fascinating,” he muttered under his breath, listening to his voice. He knew it was Nyota’s voice, but it was very different than he knew Nyota’s voice to sound like; the natural phenomenon that people always think they sound different than they do. He moved his hand and ran it through his hair, marveling at the softness. Then he moved his hand back to clasp it behind his back. How illogical of him to marvel at the feel of his own hair on his hand. Then again it wasn’t actually his hair. Shaking his head minutely he moved away, right then was not the time to have an argument with himself. He needed to find Nyota and discover what was going on. He moved back into the bedroom and for the first time took in the fact that the room looked like a physical representation of the yin-yang. Nyota’s side was perfectly tidy, with everything in order, while her roommate seemed to enjoy tossing everything everywhere. He could barely spy an inch of free floor space on the Cadet’s side.
Spock moved to the wardrobe and opened it. It was full of a variety of different clothes, including several different pants, shirts, dresses, skirts and several uniforms. He quite purposefully ignored the other clothes and reached to take down a uniform top and skirt. Feeling slightly awkward he then looked at the dresser. He moved over, repeating over in his head the logical reason he had to do this. It was completely illogical but he felt extremely flustered. Reaching out he pulled Nyota’s underwear drawer open and searched for a bra. He felt himself growing unconsciously warm. He was unconsciously drawn to reach out and pick a lacy black bra. He took it and turning away from the sleeping Cadet reached behind him and attempted to clip the bra.
It wouldn’t. He maneuvered his fingers to the clasp, desperate to get it to clasp, but it wouldn’t. The action caused his arms to fold in very awkward ways. Frustrated he slipped the bra off and moved the clasp to his front. He looked down, intending to clasp the bra and couldn’t help staring at Nyota’s body. He felt indiscrete about doing so, but it was so beautiful. He was broken from his reverie as the Cadet jerked awake.
“Hey, Nyota what are you doing?” The Cadet stifled a yawn. Spock turned to look at her and suppressed a gulp; the Cadet was one hundred percent undressed.
“Cadet, I would….” He almost continued the statement but then realized that he must sound extremely odd. “Nothing. I am getting dressed,” he stated, trying to regain some composure. The Cadet blinked at him and then yawned. Spock turned around hurriedly and clasped the bra on. Then he pulled on the rest of the clothes as fast as possible. Taking a moment to straighten the uniform he turned to the Cadet.
“I must leave to find Nyota, I mean Spock, no Commander Spock. I shall see you again shortly.” He nodded at her and turned on his heal. It was only then that he realized he wasn’t wearing shoes. He turned and went to the wardrobe trying to hide his nervousness. Grabbing a pair of high heeled knee-length boots he quickly pulled them on. Then he made for the door, only to realize he had absolutely no idea how to walk in high heels. He closed his eyes, begging for patience and slowed to a walk. He could at least keep his feet under him this way.
He exited the room acutely aware of the Cadet’s astonished stare following him. He made his way down the corridor, finally managing to stand up straight. He clasped his hands behind his back, and walked purposefully down the hall. It was logical that Nyota would be in his own room, if he was correct in thinking that she was suffering from the same phenomena.
As he passed people he nodded, unconscious of the fact that his face displayed a clear mask, instead of the cheerful smile Nyota usually wore. People stared after him, but he was too preoccupied to notice. He was just coming around the corner to his own room when he ran straight into himself. He stared as he watched himself run full long into him. He felt himself hit him and fell to the ground, his own body landing on top of him. Immediately Nyota stood up, flustered.
“Oh god, I’m sorry Spock. I mean Nyota. Shit, I don’t know what I mean!” Spock watched in horror as his own body portrayed more emotion than it had ever done before.
He stood up, brushing himself off. “That is quite alright Cadet, Professor.” He corrected himself immediately. “If I could have a word, Professor.” He nodded towards the room, hoping Nyota would get the hint.
“Oh, of course Cadet. Follow me.” She responded, in a slightly higher voice than he would have liked. He followed Nyota towards his own room; it felt very strange to be waved into his own room. He was quite aware that they had just left several Cadets and Professors staring at them. He didn’t know how anything could get any worse….oh if only he knew.
Nyota sighed explosively and sank into one of Spock’s chair. No, one of her’s she reminded herself. She looked up into her own face. It was so queer to see her usually cheerful face so stern. Very disconcerting.
“Spock, what in the world is going on here?” She asked desperate. She waved her hands in the air.
“Nyota, I believe we are experiencing a strange phenomena.” Her own voice quoted at her.
“No really?” Nyota asked sarcastically and immediately regretted it as her own features betrayed hurt. “How did this happen?” She sighed.
“I believe that this occurrence occurred do to the experiment we were working on yesterday. We must find a way to reverse these affects before they get out of hand. Tonight we shall return to the lab to see if we can do something. For now, we must assume our usual roles, in reverse. You must go and teach my classes. As you are my aid you know all the information. I shall have to attend your courses, which should be very simple. The problem shall be staying in character.” Spock responded logically.
“Of course. I’ll do my best. You’ll have to make up some excuse for not smiling, or make those facial muscles move.” She grinned cheekily. Seeing the astonished look on his face, she realized how weird it must be to see your own usually blank face smiling cheekily at you. Oh, hell she thought. Then she stood up.
“Okay, I’m off. See you later Spock. I’ve got a class to teach, or more like you have a class to teach.” She brushed her black commander’s uniform off with her pale hands, and then reached out and pulled her own body towards her. It was very queer kissing yourself she decided, but interesting none the less. When the kiss broke she grinned at Spock again and then moved to grab her PADD’s. Turning back she noticed that Spock was simply standing there, in a sort of shocked silence. Of course, it was actually her own body which was frozen, and Spock’s mind.
Finally he seemed to come back and turned to her. “Agreed. I must attend class. Farewell Nyota.” He nodded to her and she suppressed a grin. Her face just wasn’t meant to look so emotionless. Then she strode purposefully out the door and towards her classes. She was half way to her first one when she remembered that she had to teach Spock’s classes. She turned around and spotted Gaila.
“Hey, Gaila!” She called out, and then froze as everyone turned to her. Oh, shit. She put her eyes down and moved quickly towards her classroom. When she arrived she breathed out a sigh. Moving to the podium she gazed at the lecture plan. At least she knew all the stuff. When the student’s started filling in she nodded to them and even smiled to the ones she knew. They all stared. Then she remembered it was Spock’s face that was smiling. People would be thinking they were high on something.
“Good day Cadets. Please take your seats. Today we shall be reviewing Vulcan syntax, in particular formal Vulcan syntax with accordance to conjugation. Please pull out your books, and remember to take notes.” She stated, only realizing she’d let something slip again when the room remained quiet. Great, Spock never said ‘please’ or ‘remember to take notes’.
“Cadets. Books open to page fifty four.” She stated sternly, consciously putting her hands behind her back and standing as straight as possible. The Cadets seemed to relax slightly. Nyota sighed imperceptibly. She turned and began to lecture. She got immensely engrossed in the subject, not even noticing that Spock’s voice was beginning to get-god forbid-enthusiastic. By the time the lecture was over, she had forgotten to be stoic. However, one look at her own hand reminded her she was not herself.
When the classes filed out she called, “Please present me with all your homework by tomorrow. Have a good day.” Then her eyes widened and she turned around abruptly grabbing her PADD. Great, another slip. People would be talking about this for the next century. Well, Spock was displaying emotions. Oh god. She wanted to lay her head on the podium and close her eyes. She nearly did, until she noticed the young Cadet standing in front of her.
The Cadet was a third year, with light blond curly hair and bright green eyes. She had full lips and a slight figure. Being in Spock’s body meant that she was subjected to also noticing that the Cadet had very intense curves. Oh, gross, Nyota thought. So, Spock wasn’t immune to beauty or for that matter the female gender. She coughed slightly and stood straighter.
“Yes, Cadet? What is the matter?” She asked hoping she sounded like Spock.
The cadet looked down, brushing her feet against the floor. “Well Sir, I don’t really know how to say this…but recently I’ve noticed just how smart and great you are. I was wondering….I was wondering if you’d like to get a drink sometime.” The Cadet asked looking hopeful. Nyota had to stop herself from gaping. This girl was hitting on her man!
She contained her anger and tried to keep her voice level, “Cadet, as I am sure you know such an action would be completely against Star Fleet regulations. Do not bring up such subject in my presence again or I will be forced to report you.” Nyota tried not to ground her teeth. The Cadet paled then her face became flushed.
“Yes, Commander.” She growled and then turned to march away. As she did Nyota heard her mutter under breath, “Yah, I bet you don’t care as long as it’s with that slut Uhura.” Nyota had to stop herself from hitting the girl. Instead she contented herself with turning around and hitting the wall after the Cadet had left. Bitch! She screamed in her mind, and wiped the tears from her eyes. She grabbed her PADD and raced out of the room towards the next class. Only one more class to teach. She didn’t look up as she ran through the halls, didn’t notice that everyone was staring in disbelief as the cold unemotional Spock ran through the hallways-crying. It was a sight that no one would forget. One of the Cadets took out his phone and filmed the scene, then sent the video to his friends and posted it on the internet. One month later the video was submitted to a contest for “Absolutely Outrageous Occurrences” and won first prize. When Spock saw it he fainted; thankfully he didn’t see it for a few hours.
Spock attended his class, taking careful notes for Nyota. He nodded to the teacher, raised his hand and answered every question correctly and ignored everyone else. Unfortunately Nyota’s friends didn’t like being ignored. At the end of the first class Jim Kirk approached in the hall way. He came up and slung an arm around Spock’s shoulders. Spock stiffened and quelled the urge to hit the man.
“Hey there, wonderful. What’s up with you today? Not even a smile for me?” The Cadet teased. Spock was sorely tempted to nerve pinch the Cadet.
“I would appreciate it if you did not touch me, Cadet.” Spock raised an eyebrow dangerously. Kirk cracked up.
“Man, you are so much like that Vulcan! You even do the same eyebrow thing.” The Cadet joked.
“Is there a problem Cadet?” Spock asked, keeping his voice low. He had continued to walk down the hall, his hands clasped behind his back.
“No, Uhura. Anyways I’ve got some girls to catch. See yah! You will go on a date with me soon enough!” Kirk winked at Spock and Spock suppressed an urge to vomit. He continued down the hallway, noticing that everyone was staring at him. Oh of course, Nyota knew everyone and smiled. Oh brilliant. He moved the mouth muscles and smiled. Someone’s jaw dropped. He smiled wider. If only he’d seen the look on his face, it looked like Nyota was constipated. He forced his hands to unclasp and waved to the Cadets. He gulped and smiled more brightly, forcing his facial muscles to work. He made it to the next class room without making anyone die and entered the room. He spotted the professor, one of his old colleagues. His smile became genuine.
“Good morning, Tim.” He waved. The professor blinked at him. Spock’s heart stopped, “Sorry Professor! How is the experiment with the Adorian based life forms progressing?” He asked.
Tim raised an eyebrow suspiciously, “Did I tell you about that, Uhura?”
Spock sighed, “Oh, sorry Professor. Commander Spock informed me.” He amended quickly.
“Ah, yes. How is Spock today? I haven’t seen him around.” Tim replied smiling.
Spock stayed stoic again, “He is in good health.” He nodded to Tim and went to take a seat. When he looked at the Professor again, Tim was staring at him with an expression of recognition on his face. Oh my, Spock thought. Please help me. He didn’t look at Tim for the rest of the class. It wasn’t until lunch that he really made a mistake.
He overheard a pair of Cadets talking about Nyota. The males were whispering about certain aspects of Nyota’s physiology which should not have been under discussion. He interrupted the talk.
“Excuse me Cadets. Not only is it insulting and disrespectful to discuss an individual’s anatomy in front of them it is also illogical to believe you shall ever have the chance to view such areas of the individual’s anatomy seeing as both of you are clearly incompetent. It is illogical to believe any of you shall excel as both of you seem to be lacking in common sense and basic courtesy.” He stated clearly. The whole room went silent to observe the occurrence.
The bigger of the cadet’s was finally able to respond, “You sound as if you aren’t even talking about yourself. Sheesh, how stuck up can you be?” He sneered.
Spock controlled his anger and instead replied, “Being ‘stuck up’ as you put it, requires feeling illogically based self importance, something I assure you I do not feel.” His eyes flashed and he turned to return to his room. It was only as he left that he heard the whispers ‘Did you hear that? She was saying that as if she couldn’t feel!’ and ‘Really, how incredibly Vulcan. Must be taking lessons’. Spock closed his eyes and tried not hit his head against the wall.
He met Nyota’s roommate on the way out. The cadet grabbed his arm and looked into his eyes.
“Are you okay, Nyota?” The cadet’s eyes looked concerned.
“I am perfectly fine.” Spock replied and forced himself to smile.
“Oh good.” The Cadet smiled and gave Spock a hug. Spock gulped and wished that the day would end quickly. He didn’t know how much more of these emotional experiences he could handle.
When both of them returned to the lab that night they realized what had gone wrong; Spock quickly fixed it. They bade goodnight to each other and went to their rooms to sleep, ready to have their lives back. When they both woke up they realize an interesting side effect of the whole experience, they both could remember exactly what had occurred to the other.
Both of them lay with their faces on their pillows and groaned; if anyone had had their doubts about them being insane then those doubts had been completely dispelled.
i've got a second version as well which is much longer...so if you like this i might post my second version =D
I do not own Star Trek or the characters, although i love both ^^
Characters: Spock and Nyota Uhura
Rating: PG-13....but mostly PG
Spocktacular
Nyota opened her eyes to find herself staring at a gray ceiling, sleeping in a gray bedroom with gray walls and a gray bed. Okay, not so weird. Actually quite normal. What wasn’t normal was the fact that she couldn’t hear Gaila breathing, but then again that happened sometimes for the simple reason that Gaila had decided to stay the night in another person’s bed-usually one of the male gender. Nyota turned over and stared at the wall uncomprehending. There was no other bed in the room; the wall was covered in a plain brown shelf with an arrangement of books, a few holographic images, and some decorations. She had no idea where she was. She also didn’t know why she felt like she was boiling. She moved her hands and slipped off her covers to be faced with a disturbing sight. Her legs were white, muscular and she was ripped.
“What the hell?” She cried out. She stood up and ran to the bathroom mirror. Then she stood there and stared in absolutely dumbstruck astonishment. The face in the mirror was not hers, although it was one she was very familiar with. Hell, she’d stroked that face, kissed it, caressed it. So, why the hell was is staring back at her through the mirror? She reached up a hand and cautiously felt one pointed ear. It was warm, slightly green and positively not human. She moved her hand to hair line, perfectly straight cut bangs, pointed side burns. And then there were sharp eyebrows, deep eyes, and sensual lips. And of course, she was no longer mahogany colored, but pale white.
“Shit!” She swore in a deep soft voice. She needed to contact Spock, something was really weird right now. Then she looked in the mirror again and gave a short humorless laugh, “Hell, I’m Spock! Which means, he’s me!” She sprinted out of the bathroom in her boxers and quickly went to the wardrobe. It was full of perfectly ironed black suits, and in one corner a pair of jeans, one button down shirt, and a big woolly sweater. She grabbed a commander’s shirt, jacket and pants. She pulled them on and then went to the bathroom. She straightened her clothes and then trying to ignore the weirdness of the situation turned to walk out of the room. No matter what, she had to find Spock, before she killed someone by smiling.
Spock woke up to find himself in a plain room, gray Star Fleet regulation ceiling and walls. He blinked, who was in his room? Someone was breathing, and judging by the depth of the breathing that person was asleep. He blinked, confused and turned his head over. If he hadn’t been Vulcan he would have jumped out of his skin. For that matter he simply blinked and slowed his elevated heart beat. Sleeping in a bed next to his was a green faced woman. Obviously Orion. Her face was tilted towards him and he could make out her red lips and orange hair. He recognized her as Nyota’s roommate. So what was she doing in his room? Or, why was he in her room? These thoughts did nothing to sooth his consciousness. He moved and slid out of bed, to be met with a disturbing sight. His legs were mahogany brown, soft and perfectly smooth to the touch and everything but male. He glanced down and felt himself flush. He was getting a direct view of a female’s undergarments. Utterly confused he walked over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
It took him exactly thirty three seconds to be able to even think again. His first thought was, “It appears there is a slight issue.” His second thought was, “This will prove an extraordinary experiment in physical responses.” Then he blinked and moved a delicate hand to brush his lush bright full lips, his delicate jaw and his soft cheeks. Then his gaze traveled further and he stared in awestruck silence at her, no his, perfectly formed chest. It seemed Nyota slept only in her underwear. He watched curiously to see if he would turn green, but the only change was that his skin took on a slightly darker complexion.
“Fascinating,” he muttered under his breath, listening to his voice. He knew it was Nyota’s voice, but it was very different than he knew Nyota’s voice to sound like; the natural phenomenon that people always think they sound different than they do. He moved his hand and ran it through his hair, marveling at the softness. Then he moved his hand back to clasp it behind his back. How illogical of him to marvel at the feel of his own hair on his hand. Then again it wasn’t actually his hair. Shaking his head minutely he moved away, right then was not the time to have an argument with himself. He needed to find Nyota and discover what was going on. He moved back into the bedroom and for the first time took in the fact that the room looked like a physical representation of the yin-yang. Nyota’s side was perfectly tidy, with everything in order, while her roommate seemed to enjoy tossing everything everywhere. He could barely spy an inch of free floor space on the Cadet’s side.
Spock moved to the wardrobe and opened it. It was full of a variety of different clothes, including several different pants, shirts, dresses, skirts and several uniforms. He quite purposefully ignored the other clothes and reached to take down a uniform top and skirt. Feeling slightly awkward he then looked at the dresser. He moved over, repeating over in his head the logical reason he had to do this. It was completely illogical but he felt extremely flustered. Reaching out he pulled Nyota’s underwear drawer open and searched for a bra. He felt himself growing unconsciously warm. He was unconsciously drawn to reach out and pick a lacy black bra. He took it and turning away from the sleeping Cadet reached behind him and attempted to clip the bra.
It wouldn’t. He maneuvered his fingers to the clasp, desperate to get it to clasp, but it wouldn’t. The action caused his arms to fold in very awkward ways. Frustrated he slipped the bra off and moved the clasp to his front. He looked down, intending to clasp the bra and couldn’t help staring at Nyota’s body. He felt indiscrete about doing so, but it was so beautiful. He was broken from his reverie as the Cadet jerked awake.
“Hey, Nyota what are you doing?” The Cadet stifled a yawn. Spock turned to look at her and suppressed a gulp; the Cadet was one hundred percent undressed.
“Cadet, I would….” He almost continued the statement but then realized that he must sound extremely odd. “Nothing. I am getting dressed,” he stated, trying to regain some composure. The Cadet blinked at him and then yawned. Spock turned around hurriedly and clasped the bra on. Then he pulled on the rest of the clothes as fast as possible. Taking a moment to straighten the uniform he turned to the Cadet.
“I must leave to find Nyota, I mean Spock, no Commander Spock. I shall see you again shortly.” He nodded at her and turned on his heal. It was only then that he realized he wasn’t wearing shoes. He turned and went to the wardrobe trying to hide his nervousness. Grabbing a pair of high heeled knee-length boots he quickly pulled them on. Then he made for the door, only to realize he had absolutely no idea how to walk in high heels. He closed his eyes, begging for patience and slowed to a walk. He could at least keep his feet under him this way.
He exited the room acutely aware of the Cadet’s astonished stare following him. He made his way down the corridor, finally managing to stand up straight. He clasped his hands behind his back, and walked purposefully down the hall. It was logical that Nyota would be in his own room, if he was correct in thinking that she was suffering from the same phenomena.
As he passed people he nodded, unconscious of the fact that his face displayed a clear mask, instead of the cheerful smile Nyota usually wore. People stared after him, but he was too preoccupied to notice. He was just coming around the corner to his own room when he ran straight into himself. He stared as he watched himself run full long into him. He felt himself hit him and fell to the ground, his own body landing on top of him. Immediately Nyota stood up, flustered.
“Oh god, I’m sorry Spock. I mean Nyota. Shit, I don’t know what I mean!” Spock watched in horror as his own body portrayed more emotion than it had ever done before.
He stood up, brushing himself off. “That is quite alright Cadet, Professor.” He corrected himself immediately. “If I could have a word, Professor.” He nodded towards the room, hoping Nyota would get the hint.
“Oh, of course Cadet. Follow me.” She responded, in a slightly higher voice than he would have liked. He followed Nyota towards his own room; it felt very strange to be waved into his own room. He was quite aware that they had just left several Cadets and Professors staring at them. He didn’t know how anything could get any worse….oh if only he knew.
Nyota sighed explosively and sank into one of Spock’s chair. No, one of her’s she reminded herself. She looked up into her own face. It was so queer to see her usually cheerful face so stern. Very disconcerting.
“Spock, what in the world is going on here?” She asked desperate. She waved her hands in the air.
“Nyota, I believe we are experiencing a strange phenomena.” Her own voice quoted at her.
“No really?” Nyota asked sarcastically and immediately regretted it as her own features betrayed hurt. “How did this happen?” She sighed.
“I believe that this occurrence occurred do to the experiment we were working on yesterday. We must find a way to reverse these affects before they get out of hand. Tonight we shall return to the lab to see if we can do something. For now, we must assume our usual roles, in reverse. You must go and teach my classes. As you are my aid you know all the information. I shall have to attend your courses, which should be very simple. The problem shall be staying in character.” Spock responded logically.
“Of course. I’ll do my best. You’ll have to make up some excuse for not smiling, or make those facial muscles move.” She grinned cheekily. Seeing the astonished look on his face, she realized how weird it must be to see your own usually blank face smiling cheekily at you. Oh, hell she thought. Then she stood up.
“Okay, I’m off. See you later Spock. I’ve got a class to teach, or more like you have a class to teach.” She brushed her black commander’s uniform off with her pale hands, and then reached out and pulled her own body towards her. It was very queer kissing yourself she decided, but interesting none the less. When the kiss broke she grinned at Spock again and then moved to grab her PADD’s. Turning back she noticed that Spock was simply standing there, in a sort of shocked silence. Of course, it was actually her own body which was frozen, and Spock’s mind.
Finally he seemed to come back and turned to her. “Agreed. I must attend class. Farewell Nyota.” He nodded to her and she suppressed a grin. Her face just wasn’t meant to look so emotionless. Then she strode purposefully out the door and towards her classes. She was half way to her first one when she remembered that she had to teach Spock’s classes. She turned around and spotted Gaila.
“Hey, Gaila!” She called out, and then froze as everyone turned to her. Oh, shit. She put her eyes down and moved quickly towards her classroom. When she arrived she breathed out a sigh. Moving to the podium she gazed at the lecture plan. At least she knew all the stuff. When the student’s started filling in she nodded to them and even smiled to the ones she knew. They all stared. Then she remembered it was Spock’s face that was smiling. People would be thinking they were high on something.
“Good day Cadets. Please take your seats. Today we shall be reviewing Vulcan syntax, in particular formal Vulcan syntax with accordance to conjugation. Please pull out your books, and remember to take notes.” She stated, only realizing she’d let something slip again when the room remained quiet. Great, Spock never said ‘please’ or ‘remember to take notes’.
“Cadets. Books open to page fifty four.” She stated sternly, consciously putting her hands behind her back and standing as straight as possible. The Cadets seemed to relax slightly. Nyota sighed imperceptibly. She turned and began to lecture. She got immensely engrossed in the subject, not even noticing that Spock’s voice was beginning to get-god forbid-enthusiastic. By the time the lecture was over, she had forgotten to be stoic. However, one look at her own hand reminded her she was not herself.
When the classes filed out she called, “Please present me with all your homework by tomorrow. Have a good day.” Then her eyes widened and she turned around abruptly grabbing her PADD. Great, another slip. People would be talking about this for the next century. Well, Spock was displaying emotions. Oh god. She wanted to lay her head on the podium and close her eyes. She nearly did, until she noticed the young Cadet standing in front of her.
The Cadet was a third year, with light blond curly hair and bright green eyes. She had full lips and a slight figure. Being in Spock’s body meant that she was subjected to also noticing that the Cadet had very intense curves. Oh, gross, Nyota thought. So, Spock wasn’t immune to beauty or for that matter the female gender. She coughed slightly and stood straighter.
“Yes, Cadet? What is the matter?” She asked hoping she sounded like Spock.
The cadet looked down, brushing her feet against the floor. “Well Sir, I don’t really know how to say this…but recently I’ve noticed just how smart and great you are. I was wondering….I was wondering if you’d like to get a drink sometime.” The Cadet asked looking hopeful. Nyota had to stop herself from gaping. This girl was hitting on her man!
She contained her anger and tried to keep her voice level, “Cadet, as I am sure you know such an action would be completely against Star Fleet regulations. Do not bring up such subject in my presence again or I will be forced to report you.” Nyota tried not to ground her teeth. The Cadet paled then her face became flushed.
“Yes, Commander.” She growled and then turned to march away. As she did Nyota heard her mutter under breath, “Yah, I bet you don’t care as long as it’s with that slut Uhura.” Nyota had to stop herself from hitting the girl. Instead she contented herself with turning around and hitting the wall after the Cadet had left. Bitch! She screamed in her mind, and wiped the tears from her eyes. She grabbed her PADD and raced out of the room towards the next class. Only one more class to teach. She didn’t look up as she ran through the halls, didn’t notice that everyone was staring in disbelief as the cold unemotional Spock ran through the hallways-crying. It was a sight that no one would forget. One of the Cadets took out his phone and filmed the scene, then sent the video to his friends and posted it on the internet. One month later the video was submitted to a contest for “Absolutely Outrageous Occurrences” and won first prize. When Spock saw it he fainted; thankfully he didn’t see it for a few hours.
Spock attended his class, taking careful notes for Nyota. He nodded to the teacher, raised his hand and answered every question correctly and ignored everyone else. Unfortunately Nyota’s friends didn’t like being ignored. At the end of the first class Jim Kirk approached in the hall way. He came up and slung an arm around Spock’s shoulders. Spock stiffened and quelled the urge to hit the man.
“Hey there, wonderful. What’s up with you today? Not even a smile for me?” The Cadet teased. Spock was sorely tempted to nerve pinch the Cadet.
“I would appreciate it if you did not touch me, Cadet.” Spock raised an eyebrow dangerously. Kirk cracked up.
“Man, you are so much like that Vulcan! You even do the same eyebrow thing.” The Cadet joked.
“Is there a problem Cadet?” Spock asked, keeping his voice low. He had continued to walk down the hall, his hands clasped behind his back.
“No, Uhura. Anyways I’ve got some girls to catch. See yah! You will go on a date with me soon enough!” Kirk winked at Spock and Spock suppressed an urge to vomit. He continued down the hallway, noticing that everyone was staring at him. Oh of course, Nyota knew everyone and smiled. Oh brilliant. He moved the mouth muscles and smiled. Someone’s jaw dropped. He smiled wider. If only he’d seen the look on his face, it looked like Nyota was constipated. He forced his hands to unclasp and waved to the Cadets. He gulped and smiled more brightly, forcing his facial muscles to work. He made it to the next class room without making anyone die and entered the room. He spotted the professor, one of his old colleagues. His smile became genuine.
“Good morning, Tim.” He waved. The professor blinked at him. Spock’s heart stopped, “Sorry Professor! How is the experiment with the Adorian based life forms progressing?” He asked.
Tim raised an eyebrow suspiciously, “Did I tell you about that, Uhura?”
Spock sighed, “Oh, sorry Professor. Commander Spock informed me.” He amended quickly.
“Ah, yes. How is Spock today? I haven’t seen him around.” Tim replied smiling.
Spock stayed stoic again, “He is in good health.” He nodded to Tim and went to take a seat. When he looked at the Professor again, Tim was staring at him with an expression of recognition on his face. Oh my, Spock thought. Please help me. He didn’t look at Tim for the rest of the class. It wasn’t until lunch that he really made a mistake.
He overheard a pair of Cadets talking about Nyota. The males were whispering about certain aspects of Nyota’s physiology which should not have been under discussion. He interrupted the talk.
“Excuse me Cadets. Not only is it insulting and disrespectful to discuss an individual’s anatomy in front of them it is also illogical to believe you shall ever have the chance to view such areas of the individual’s anatomy seeing as both of you are clearly incompetent. It is illogical to believe any of you shall excel as both of you seem to be lacking in common sense and basic courtesy.” He stated clearly. The whole room went silent to observe the occurrence.
The bigger of the cadet’s was finally able to respond, “You sound as if you aren’t even talking about yourself. Sheesh, how stuck up can you be?” He sneered.
Spock controlled his anger and instead replied, “Being ‘stuck up’ as you put it, requires feeling illogically based self importance, something I assure you I do not feel.” His eyes flashed and he turned to return to his room. It was only as he left that he heard the whispers ‘Did you hear that? She was saying that as if she couldn’t feel!’ and ‘Really, how incredibly Vulcan. Must be taking lessons’. Spock closed his eyes and tried not hit his head against the wall.
He met Nyota’s roommate on the way out. The cadet grabbed his arm and looked into his eyes.
“Are you okay, Nyota?” The cadet’s eyes looked concerned.
“I am perfectly fine.” Spock replied and forced himself to smile.
“Oh good.” The Cadet smiled and gave Spock a hug. Spock gulped and wished that the day would end quickly. He didn’t know how much more of these emotional experiences he could handle.
When both of them returned to the lab that night they realized what had gone wrong; Spock quickly fixed it. They bade goodnight to each other and went to their rooms to sleep, ready to have their lives back. When they both woke up they realize an interesting side effect of the whole experience, they both could remember exactly what had occurred to the other.
Both of them lay with their faces on their pillows and groaned; if anyone had had their doubts about them being insane then those doubts had been completely dispelled.