Disclaimer: Not mine, but I'm working diligently on acquiring Spock.

So, Spock and Uhura were never together in my universe. Such a fine piece of ass needs to be available for fangirls like me and, of course, my characters :)

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Bonnie walked down the glaringly white, sterile halls of Star Fleet Medical Center. Her new assignment would start today and it was her biggest yet, aboard the flagship of the Fleet: the USS Enterprise. She was about to pass the building's on-site transporters, when a young man poked his head out from the room.

"Excuse me, Doctor, but Enterprise is ready to receive you." he reported.

"If I could have a moment, Ensign? I have to change into my uniform."

The young man gave a strained smile, not wanting to keep Enterprise waiting, but nodded anyway.

She moved a few doors down to the ladies room and removed her backpack. Closing the stall door, she took out her blue dress that marked her as a medical officer and stripped off her civilian clothing. She changed into the short outfit and pulled on her knee-high black boots. The uniform was very revealing and hardly ideal for concealing weaponry, but she did her best. Reaching further into the backpack, she removed a strap lined with four small knives and wrapped the band around her calf before zipping the boots. Lastly, she took out a thin, next-generation phaser about the size of a small calculator and slipped it between her breasts. Finally ready, she stuffed the backpack down the waste shoot and went back to the transporter room.

Giving the transporter chief a kind smile, she said, "I'm ready."

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"This is the last one, right?" Kirk asked intently, glaring at the transporter pad. His normally light-hearted, cocky attitude was conspicuously absent. They'd defeated Nero five weeks ago, he'd been appointed as Captain of the Enterprise a month ago, yet they were still stuck in dry-dock. He was eager, chomping at the bit really, to get underway, but the ship needed extensive repairs and the crew manifest needed a serious overhaul. Some personnel had been reassigned, some were still cadets and therefore needed to return to the Academy, and some…well, the honorable dead had been given solemn but proud funerals.

"Yes, Captain." Spock answered placidly by his side. "Engineering is on stand-by for departure as soon as the doctor arrives."

"Tell me again why the hell we need a counselor on-board?" Kirk sighed. He was no fan of doctors to begin with, but all that touchy-feely psychobabble made him shudder.

"Because all these damned infants want a shoulder to cry on and they've been blubberin' and snottin' all over me." Bones retorted. "I can patch up just about anything, but I didn't sign up to wipe away tears and kiss it all better."

"Captain!" Scotty interrupted in his excited Scottish brogue. "Star Fleet Medical reports their head-shrinking voodoo witch doctor-" Scotty cut off as the senior officers turned back to look at him: Kirk, in amusement. Spock, with a curiously raised eyebrow. And McCoy, with a glare. "Excuse me, Sirs. The therapist is ready to beam aboard."

"Finally." Kirk muttered under his breath before barking, "Energize!"

The Captain, First Officer and Chief Medical Officer all stood straighter, ready to greet their final addition. The swirling rings of light illuminated the pad and Kirk's bad mood vanished in an instant, replaced by a casual, flirtatious smirk. The pad was now occupied by a pretty, vibrant woman. She was built with the petite, willowy figure of a pixie and the short, blue dress hugged her curves. Kirk couldn't decide if her hair was more red or blonde, but it lay in soft waves down to her waist and fell against the peaches-and-cream glow of her skin. Her almond-colored eyes were narrowed critically, glancing from face to face.

Kirk took a step toward the pad, hand outstretched gallantly. "Welcome ab-"

"Mary, Mother of God!" Scotty exclaimed loudly, eyes wide as saucers and staring at the newcomer. "It canna be!"

The woman's eyes nearly popped out of her skull and a frown pulled her mouth down for a brief moment. Shaking her head, a brilliant smile lit up her face as she ran down the transporter pad, completely bypassing Captain Kirk's handshake and the other two men. Scotty stood with his arms outstretched and a wide smile, catching the girl as she jumped into his arms. She hugged him tightly, wrapping her arms and legs around him, squealing and laughing as Scotty spun them around. Spock's head tilted to the side at the interaction and he glanced at his fellow officers. McCoy just rolled his eyes, clearly not caring about the goings-on. Instead, he removed his hip-flask and took a swig, leaning against a bulkhead. Kirk's eyebrows had risen to his hairline and his smirk had blossomed into a devilish smile. Glancing back at the impromptu reunion, not even his Vulcan control could keep his eyes from viewing the girl's…display. Her short skirt had ridden up even further, giving them a glimpse of the curve of her backside. Spock glanced away uncomfortably.

"Monty!" the girl cried, as Scotty tripped over the deck plating. They fell to the ground, but her panting laughter turned into gales of giggles as Scotty began to…was he tickling her?

"Mr. Scott." Spock said sharply. Both individuals glanced up and the girl jumped up immediately, smoothing down her skirt. She shot Scotty a half-hearted glare for making her lose control in front of the men, but Scotty was ever un-repentant as he shrugged.

"I'm so sorry, Captain, it's just-" the girl began only to be cut off by Scotty.

"Laddies, I'd like ya to meet me sister, Bonnie Scott." Scotty said proudly, throwing an arm around her. "Bonnie, this is Captain Kirk, Commander Spock and that grumpy bastard in the corner is Dr. McCoy, CMO."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bonnie." Kirk said with a smirk, gripping her hand and pumping it up and down slowly.

"Likewise, Captain." Bonnie said cheerfully, ignoring his flirtations and turning to McCoy. "Doctor, you're reputation precedes you. I look forward to working with you."

"As long as you get the whiners off my back, we'll get along just fine Dr. Scott." McCoy said gruffly, giving her hand a rough jerk before releasing her.

"Welcome aboard, Doctor." Spock greeted, hands clasped behind his back.

Bonnie turned to the Vulcan, looking at him fully for the first time. Something about him made her stifle a smile. Many would have her committed for thinking so, but she found the arching eyebrow, full parted lips and faint green tint to his pale skin to be handsome and even charming…in a quirky, understated kind of way. His face was blank, but the cold, emotionless exterior that put others off was non-existent in her eyes; her ability to see inside a person was unmatched. It was an innate talent that made her extremely valuable, both in her position as a counselor and in her real profession. She had an uncanny ability to read others with startling ease and the Vulcan's emotions were boiling just below the surface. They were volatile and draining, but the intriguing man had an admirable handle on them.

She stepped close, her trance-like focus devoted to him and him alone. "So sad." she breathed, her eyes glancing between his soulful brown ones. "So conflicted and angry."

"I beg your pardon, Doctor." Others might consider his tone neutral, but Bonnie heard the warning in his words. Snapping out of her concentration, she blushed and backed away from him.

Bonnie opened her mouth to apologize, but Scotty nudged her with his elbow. "Have'na lost your touch, eh, baby sister?" Turning to the men, he practically glowed with pride. "I swear, the lass is damn near clairvoyant! Quick! What am I thinkin' 'bout?"

"Sandwiches." Bonnie responded automatically. "Black forest ham on rye, to be specific."

"Wow." Scotty breathed in awe as Kirk chuckled. "You're good."

"Not hard to guess." Bonnie said teasingly. Despite her light tone, Spock raised an eyebrow at the brief, unexplained flash of panic in her eyes. "You're always thinking about food and that's your favorite. Or, at least it was, last I saw you." she said accusingly.

"Tain't my fault I got exiled to Delta Vega!"

"I'm sure." she snorted sarcastically. "What's your excuse for the years before that? Last time I saw you, I'd just turned sixteen for God sakes! I haven't seen you in what - nine years? I bet you didn't even know I was in Star Fleet!"

"Or that you're a shrink now." Scotty agreed, his lip curling at the word 'shrink'. "I thought you were still in school!"

"It's psychologist, not shrink." Bonnie said, elbowing him in the ribs playfully. "And don't change the subject. Why haven't you come to visit me?"

"Sorry, Tidbit, but I canna stand that harpy-banshee-shrew-bitch that Da married after Ma passed!" Scotty exclaimed.

"Oh and you think I like her!" Bonnie huffed. "Sheila moved us to the States! She enrolled me in debutante classes after you left! She made Da start wearing a toupee!"

Scotty opened his mouth to yell back, but pinched his lips together at the thought of Bonnie in a white poufy dress with ruffles and bows. Sputters started to escape him as he pictured his Da tromping around in a ridiculous toupee. Glancing at Bonnie, he could see her lips twitching in amusement. Their eyes met and they simultaneously burst out in fits of laughter. Bonnie doubled over and Scotty threw an arm over her back to keep from falling to the floor. As their laughter finally died down, he glanced at her fondly and pecked her cheek.

"I did miss ya, Tidbit." Scotty smiled. "Now, go on to the mess hall, love. Ya must be starved. I'll join ya in a minute and we'll catch up."

Scotty watched her go and then turned back to his superior officers. Kirk's lips were curled into a smirk of pure sex and his head was tilted to the side as he watched her bum sway in that short dress. McCoy looked after her with mild interest, like working with her might not be so bad. And Spock watched her leave as well, a thoughtful, intrigued expression on his usually neutral face.

Scotty cleared his throat and the men snapped their attention back to him. The scowl on the chief engineer's face was replaced by a deceptively easy-going smile. He came between Jim and Bones, throwing an arm over each of their shoulders. "Did ya know that warp plasma can liquefy human flesh on contact, leavin' a body unidentifiable, if not evaporatin' it completely?" he swiveled his head between them, a jolly smile on his face as though he'd just told a hilarious joke. An instant later, his mouth pulled into a serious expression for the first time since they'd known him. "Anyone messes with my baby sister and they'll be joinin' Admiral Archer's prized beagle in oblivion. Spread the word, will ya?"

Scotty left with a bounce in his step and the three men were left in silence. "I am uncertain as to what has transpired." Spock said, his eyebrows furrowed. "Mr. Scott is typically affable – exasperatingly so – yet he just threatened three superior officers with bodily harm. What has changed?"

"He was just giving us a not-so-friendly reminder of the rules." McCoy snorted.

"His attempt at intimidation does not conform to any rules of Star Fleet. On the contrary, his actions are in direct violation of several." Spock pointed out.

"Not those rules." Kirk rolled his eyes, clapping a hand on Spock's shoulder. "The rules of friendship. A guy doesn't go after his friend's ex, his love-interest and above all else, thou shalt not touch thy friend's sister. A damn shame, too."

"You could do with a refresher in the rules, Jim." McCoy scowled. "Didn't stop you from hittin' on my sister."

"And it won't stop me from hitting on his, either, Bones." Kirk grinned wickedly.

"Is Mr. Scott not your friend?" Spock asked.

"Of course he is!" Kirk assured him. "But you know me. Since when do I take the rules seriously? Besides, the code is just there so you and your buddy know that what you're doing is wrong, not necessarily to stop you."

"Fascinating." Spock commented. "That logic is incredibly circuitous and based almost entirely on human male posturing, having little to do with the female in question."

"Trust me, Spock." Kirk laughed, moving out the door with the Vulcan. "It's always about the female."

"The female anatomy, more like." McCoy muttered, following his friends.

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