The day I received the e mail from PBS I couldn't believe my good fortune. I had won a trip to the UK and a walk on part for the show Sherlock-BBC. So, a month later and I still can't believe I am on a plane to London. It's an amazing turn of events because well nothing ever happens to me. I could describe the hotel, the plane trip, blah,blah,blah, however I am pretty sure you want to know about the set. Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman,etc. Ok, so now how to describe myself. Well, I'm a nerd. I play violin, I'm a genius at math, and I have only been on one date. So, on the cab ride over to the set the reality kicks in that I am going to meet Benedict and Martin and well I am starting to get nervous.What if I totally blow it and I don't get to go on the set or worse yet what if I make a fool of myself in front of Benedict?

I kinda like doing these reader insert/one shot things so I thought to give this a try. Complete! Guys it's time...Book 2 in the works

Spock x Reader slowburn, with a ton of angst. This is practically a whole new Star Trek film (Aka it doesn't follow any of the movies/shows). Reader has anxiety in this book! (It's part of the plot :)) --- Also posted to ao3 under the name Valerianovna. --- "When you open your eyes (which you hadn't realised you'd closed) you're standing on a rocky peak overlooking a large city, dazzling green in colour. Gasping, you watch in wonder as strange creatures leap from tree to tree in the forest-submerged city, the sunlight glittering on spiral towers and sleek buildings. You step forward, lost in admiration, but something stops you. Looking down, you see Spock pulling you back with a bemused expression, pebbles falling down the cliff-side you were about to step into. "Oh" you rub your neck, trying not to turn red, "Thank you.""

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"