Star Trek Imagines and One-shots

Disagreeable - Spock

You could pinpoint the exact moment your problems with Spock began. It was approximately .5 seconds after he ordered your twin brother James Kirk removed from the Enterprise. Jim had spent a lifetime getting himself into trouble and you'd spent a lifetime getting him out of it. But Spock refused to be reasonable, even threatening to kick you off the ship as well. Since that day the two of you seemed unable to agree on anything.

Now it was three years later and you were sitting around the table with Spock, your brother and Bones, the ship's Chief Medical Officer. An away team had returned to the ship two days ago and were cleared by medical, but now they all had a rash and a cough. 

"The best members of our science team are currently evaluating the samples the away team brought back to the Enterprise to determine if any of them might have caused the symptoms, Captain," Spock said in his normal monotone.

You arched a brow. "I'm right here, you know." 

Spock mirrored your gesture. "Technically you are not a member of the science team, Lieutenant Kirk."

You looked at your brother. "Seriously, Jim?" 

He just raised a hand to stop any further protest on your part. "Bones, what do you think?"

The doctor scrolled through his PADD. "The affected crew members seem stable. There have been no changes, nothing life threatening. They seem to be responding to the treatment. It looks more like an allergic reaction than anything."

You frowned. "It's odd that they would all be allergic and react the same way."

"I find it unlikely that Doctor McCoy needs assistance in diagnosing his patients. He has proven himself capable on many occasions," Spock interjected. 

You clenched your teeth together and raised your eyebrows at your brother. It was Bones that jumped to your defense, however. "Actually, Y/N is correct. It's rare for there to be something people are universally allergic too and it almost never effects people the same way. Some would have hives, others might have respiratory issues or sinus flare ups."

"That's why I asked her to join us," Jim explained to Spock. Your specialty was alien diseases and poisons. Although your work occurred strictly in the lab, you'd been assigned to the medical team. Probably to try to curtail some of the animosity between you and the Vulcan.

You flashed Spock a smug smile. "I've already collected cultures from all the affected crew. The nurses are interviewing them to see what all of them came into contact with. We've got several hours yet before I'll have any results."

"It is fortunate then that they are not in a life threatening situation. Otherwise, they may not have hours to wait for Lieutenant Kirk's findings," Spock added, sounding perfectly reasonable but you saw it for the jab it was and narrowed your eyes at him.

"Y/N," Jim said in a warning tone.

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms over your chest. "Are you implying that I am failing at my job, Spock?"

"On the contrary, Lieutenant Kirk. I was merely--"

"Enough!" Jim snapped and turned your gaze in his direction. He was rubbing his forehead with one hand. "Just stop, you two. I can't take it anymore."

You didn't say any of the multitude of things that popped in your head. Instead you sat and watched your brother to see what was coming next. "Spock, Y/n, go to the labs. Work together to figure this thing out. Bones will be along after a moment. We have some other things to discuss."

"Of course, Captain," Spock said while you simply nodded in acknowledgment. You followed the Vulcan to the lift and stood as far from him as possible as he gave the destination and the doors slid shut.