I'm a Vulcan! (Redo)

I would travel a entire galaxy for you

My eyes struggled to open. Wait. Why were my eyes closed? They were open last I recall dying on the road along with my best friend who I have known ever since I was little. Exactly twelve years, four months, two weeks, four days, two hours, and thirty minutes. Wait, I don't have it down to the minute that I have known my friend. How do I know this? . . . Unless. Something happened to me.

Logically, that must be the solution.

"Star Fleet has sent me to make sure your experiment regarding Vulcan Physiology ceases here," Came a familiar voice. "You were to terminate any experiments that are being conducted here under Star Fleet law twenty-two point A section B of the laws of sapient experiments." I noticed I was freely floating in a tube. Fascinating. Water wasn't getting into my eyes. "My father would have been sent here instead if I had not vouched. . .Nurse Helen!"

I fell to the floor landing in a pool of water of some form while shivering.

"Courtney. " Came a female voice that I had not heard before.

My eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden change.

The first thing I had seen was a familiar pair of blue eyes staring down upon me. I had seen these pair of eyes before, shortly prior to passing, throughout my childhood. I recognized them, immediately, despite the face being different. Her hair a dirty blonde, freckles, and had on a medical uniform,she was still my friend. I could feel a sudden rush of hope and gratitude that I fought back to conceal. It was heavy, more heavier than it had been when I was human.

"Ellen." I said, my voice monotonous.

"Nurse Helen, you were not supposed to open that container," I looked up to see a familiar face. Wait. That is . . . . Mr Spock. The one from the Alternate Original Series. "I will report you for taking a hand in what is not your task. The only ones allowed to open these containers is the scientists in charge."

She wrapped a blanket around me. I could feel sudden heavy emotions that were tangible coming down upon me. I fought back the emotions raising a barrier between them and I. It was remarkably easy for me to do so. I took her hand stopping her from replying to the Vulcan. I was in a illegal lab that experimented on Vulcan physiology, logically. I was against her chest. Touching her wrist, I could feel her thoughts going along the lines of: You bastard, this is my best friend you are talking about. Anger and protectiveness easily indicated that it was her train of thought. Vulcans are touch telepaths.

Logically, I'm a Vulcan.

Ellen looked over to me.

I knew then through her eyes that she was my friend, Ellen VanHellen.

Also her thoughts.

I let go of her hand and she helped me up on my feet.

"Well," Ellen said. "She's awake now, Mr Spock," I never heard Ellen sound so bitter saying his name before. "I am taking her to med bay."

Ellen shot Spock a dirty glare as we went past him.

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. . . Private medical room. . .

. . . Twelve minutes later. . .

"Nurse Helen?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I was dressed in dark matching attire: pants, shirt, socks, and shoes. Shoes that self tied themselves. It was fascinating how humanity in the Alternate Star Trek had progressed to this addition seen in Back to the Future. "You claimed not to be interested in becoming a nurse."