(Y/N) the Red Shirt. | Reader insert

Words: 2,570

Female!reader adventure, a lil bit of reader x kirk later on.

You watched the ceremony from the door of the servants entrance. They bustled by you, serving the dignitaries and representatives of different regions. The room was incredible. High beams of polished wood and granite held up the tall roof and sheltered the rows and rows of dining tables. Every seat was occupied by citizens who more or less appeared from the same species, that is, not including the members of the Enterprise that resided at the High Table.

Among the fleet's representatives were Captain Kirk, Spock, and a very enthusiastic Uhura. She was chatting the planet's officials ears off and Kirk definitely found it hilarious.  It charming too, very much like her, to try and get everything she can out of this meeting. You weren't supposed to be at the table, but you were supposed to be nearby. So you stayed in the background, where you could observe and obstruct.

Space Cadet | Reader insert | Part 1/?

Words: 1222

Pairing: ?

Warnings: lol idk

Your vessel was about damn ready to break in half. The aliens tractor beam pulled you to one side but the Enterprise pulled you the other way. You could hear the strain on the metal framing as it snapped and groaned.

"Uhhhhhh Jim? Could you, i don't know, fucking stop?" You babbled into your communicator, eyes fixated on the hull's pressure reader.

"What? Absolutely not!"

"Well I guess I'll just fucking float around in space then."

"What are you talking about?" He seriously didn't understand the danger you were in. The danger he was putting you in.

Of course it wasn't his fault you were in this predicament. It was you who had volunteered to rescue the people stranded on that ship. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a trap. What was meant to be a standard rescue turned into attempted kidnapping. The aliens turned their power back on as you neared their vessel and began pulling you in.

"I really hate the sound the ship's making, Jim. It's going to snap in half if you both keep pulling me like a game of tug of war!" Your voice shook, it was unintentional but couldn't be helped.

"Don't worry, okay? Our tractor beam is stronger."

"I'm starting to think it would be better to beam me the fuck up-"

"Language." Did he just fucking interrupt you?

"...Language? Language. I'm going to die Jim." You said drily, "is that really necessary??"

"I'm just saying, uh, there's a lot of people on the bridge and we can all hear you-"

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE JIM!!!" You screamed, at which point the awful sound of air being sucked out of the ship started. You turned around in your chair, eyeing the small gash at the other end of the console. The size of the vessel you were using was tiny in comparison to the two ships each trying to get you. And the gash, which was growing rapidly, would soon split the whole thing in half.

"Beam me up right now..." You whispered almost inaudibly. Breathing became more difficult and the air grew cold as it was sucked out into the vastness of space. Securing your ugly spacesuit came as more of an afterthought as you watched the crack grow.

"We're working on it." Jim said.

"Well," you started through gritted teeth, tears streaming, "Please. Hurry."

The heavenly light of the transporter had barely appeared before, with a sudden and violent twist, you were ripped out of the ship.

Space was so dark. And you were spinning in circles, unable to see up or down. Unable to see the Enterprise. The light that had comforted you moments ago had been lost.

"(Y/N)! We can't find your signal!"

The voice was far away. And then you realized with horror that your communicator, the glorious tool that would connect you to the Enterprise, was floating some distance away from you. Making its way out of reach. Tears fell faster down your stony face. To say you were in shock would be an understatement.

Faintly, you called out, for help.

"Jim...?"

Light envelopped your form, transporting you from the death blanket of space to the interior of a newly refurbished... bedroom? It wasn't alien, in the sense that it wasn't unfamiliar. It WAS alien however. The style distinctly Vulcan. The ceiling was high and the bed was large but plain. Simply coloured walls and lifeless decorations.

"Welcome." Said a voice. It was familiar. Turning around you saw a tall vulcan in ceremonial robes and a hood. Their face was hidden from view.

"You may take your helmet off now." The figure said with a hint of amusement. But how could that be? Slowly you removed your helmet and gloves before wiping your face of tears as best you could.

"I can't see your face."

The figure nodded. "Correct."

"Um... may, I? See your face, that is?"

The figure was still for a moment before pulling the hood back. Definitely a Vulcan. In fact, I knew this alien.

"Oh, well hello Spock. I didn't realize I was on the Enterprise."

"You're not."

"Wow okay. Mind elaborating?"

"You are dead, (Y/N). This isn't real."

"I'm sorry... what?" Suddenly your knees gave up, the day's stress becoming too much.

"It's important you understand this. I am Spock, yes, but I am only speaking to you through your mind. I'm not here."

"Vulcan mind meld." You whispered. He nodded and motioned for you to sit on the bed. "So, if I'm dead, how are you doing this?"

"You are clinically dead but we are unsure why. I have come here to ask you questions, to find out what happened while you floated in space for three hours."

How was he so calm...

"Three hours??"

"Yes, but your mind still functions. That's how I'm here. I am sorry this is happening to you (Y/N), but if you wish to live we *must* begin soon."

He was serious. Serious in a scary way, a way I haven't seen him in before. I thought about not helping, about asking him to leave and tell the others to pull the plug. But that wouldn't be fair, would it? They had found your body, had gone through the trouble of having Spock mind meld with you... You had to live. Or at the most, try.

"Okay. How do we start?"

Spock got up and began pacing the room, "What is the last thing you remember?"

"Uh, I don't know... Being surrounded by light, probably. But I'm not sure if that was real."

"Being surrounded by light? Did this happen before or after you left the ship?"

"It happened after I heard Jim's voice. You know, after he said something about losing my signal. My communicator was floating away and I couldn't grab it."

"Yes, that's right. We couldn't even see your body out there."

"You couldn't? When I was violently thrown from the ship, I'm pretty sure I was headed in the direction of the alien ship. Didn't you have visuals on that ship?"

He seemed confused and then, after a few blistering seconds, he nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes we did. But we couldn't see you. Perhaps you were hidden behind your broken vessel."

"But it ripped to pieces so fast. I bet it isn't even salvageable! Surely you would've seen me before 3 hours were up. Unless... They got me. And that was the light I saw. And then I blacked out and they put me back out in space and now you're in my brain and now I'm probably infested with alien roaches or-"

"Please. Slow down. Breathe." His face was hard, eyes straining.

"Is this, taking too much out of you?"

He sighed, a strange visual.

"I have been here too long but there is much to do."

You stood up and grabbed him by the shoulders. His face jerked up in response, eyes wide.

"Go. I will try and figure things out on my own and then once you're able to, come back. We will figure this out together. Thank you, Spock."

He nodded and suddenly he was gone. The room you were stood in began to morph, change into something more familiar. Spock's final words to you echoed in the air as you found yourself seated in the rescue vessel.

"Be strong."

Intuition | Reader Insert

Part 5/?

Words: 1182

Five pairs of eyes stared at you in the darkness. They watched you and judged you. Two pairs blue, two pairs brown and one pair grey. But regardless of colour, they made you self conscious.

*"(Y/N)"* You thought you heard someone say.

Your arms felt sore and heavy at your sides. It was so dark.

The pair of grey eyes got really close to your face. You could feel the person's breath. But it was dark and the eyes were the only thing you could make out. The other four watch you intensely. It was hard to tell but you thought the brown eyes looked concerned, and the blue eyes looked angry. The grey ones looked... happy.

A hard slap across the face. Your head smacked against something soft. A pillow. The feathers tickled your nose. But you still couldn't move.

*"...Her eyes are open..."* A voice said.

*"Then why isn't she responding? Was the dosage too high?"*

*"Of course not! A creature this fowl could withstand any amount of poison."* The first replied. You blinked, trying to make out his face.

*"Jesus Jim, do you need to be so mean? We don't know what's wrong yet."* Was that Leonard's voice? Suddenly a tingling in your fingers. You pushed them, trying to wake up the rest of your arms.

*"She tried to kill me, I think I'm entitled to-"*

*"All of you, quiet! Look."* Scotty yelled in your ear. You winced and heard a gasp in response.

*"She's suffering some sort of temporary paralysis,"* Bones realized. You heard rustling and the shuffling of feet as his pair of eyes left and returned. And another. Stupid. Hypospray. To the neck. An unintentional growl erupted from your throat at the sting.

*"Did you hear that!? She's turned into an animal! She is a threat-"*

"SHUT UP." You yelled at Jim. Light flooded your eyes and you found yourself strapped to a hospital bed. The atmosphere felt different.

"What, uh, where are we?" You asked. Blinking, you looked around and noticed your hands were clean. You let out a sigh.

"Lass, we're on Hesthia." Scotty explained. It took a moment to click. Hesthia is a new colony planet and the farthest from Earth. It is well known for being comprised of almost only scientists and engineers. Why the hell would they bring you here?

"Listen, (Y/N), they're going to help you here. You're lucky, Jim wanted to shoot you out the airlock." Leonard tried to joke. It failed. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Spock was quiet. Two nurses sat silently in the corner, watching. Everyone else was staring at the ground or out the door.

You were silent too. They had left the door open and you could see into another hospital room. There was a small mirror and you could barely see your reflection in it. Your hair was cut very short, shorter than it had been before. Skin pale and lips blue... your eyes were red. Was this really you?

"What the hell did you do to me." It came out as a whisper at first. Your arms jerked up to touch your face but they were held back by restraints.

Scotty put a hand on your shoulder and Jim looked like he was about to say something negative, but what caught your eye was the way Leonard instinctively moved backwards. In fear? Maybe.

"What. The. HELL!" You lashed out, shoving Scotty back. The restraints were nothing to you as your arms broke free of them. There would be a mark left from the straps.

Jim was yelling, the nurses were looking for hyprosprays. Leonard was hiding and Scotty tried to grab you as you placed a foot on the ground, testing your balance. It was so cold, you hissed before placing the next down. Spock held out his hand to you as you tried to stumble out of the room.

"What did you do?" Your voice broke as you hobbled through the hallway. Spock stopped anyone from grabbing you, he mumbled something about you being clearly unable to escape.

Your reflection got bigger as you stumbled around until you fell to your knees in the other room. The face stared back at you. Your legs were throbbing from being unused. Your hand went to your hair first. Then to your face. You checked your arms then your stomach and legs. White, bruised, veins visible...

It took a lot of effort not to sob, but the words still came out, "What did you do to me?"

Jim's face caught your eyes. Through the reflection you could see him stood quite a distance behind you, illuminated by the yellow light of the hallway. He looked conflicted, anger being washed over with pity. Scotty was looking anywhere but at you. Leonard looked sad, but he kept himself hidden. But Spock was walking over to you, eyes dark.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), but you're going to get help here."

"What happened to me." It was so quiet you almost couldn't hear yourself say it.

He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you off to your feet. A hand on your back, he guided you back to your room. He whispered something to Jim before the two of them walked off, your Captain glanced at you once more. Scotty gave you a shoulder squeeze and a kiss on the forehead before leaving. He promised to visit. The nurses started checking you over, helping you get back on the bed comfortably. And by the door, Leonard.

The fear in his eyes still remained. He was frozen in place.

You had to know.

"Len... Did I, hurt you?"

He looked down, then began to leave.

"I'm sorry, Len. I'm sorry! For hurting you, for not saving you, for everything."

He turned back once more and smiled, a small nod. And then he was gone, shutting the door behind him. Then it was just you and the two nurses. You're not sure why it took so long to notice the similarities between the nurses.

"Are you twins?" You asked. They giggled.

"Oh, sisters?" Again, they laughed. And they didn't stop. Their mouths stretched open wide into large unnatural grins. Their tongues were long, purple and barbed. Other than that, they were beautiful. Lovely black hair, sun kissed skin and their voices were very soothing. That is to say, their laughter was very soothing. Bubbly and magical. You could see the laughter in the air and it made you want to giggle too.

The light from the hallway stopped shining under the door.

The nurses pulled tools from the counter out and rolled a little side table over. Together they laughed and worked and funnily enough, they had a what looked like a wig of black hair. Just like their own, sitting on a mannequin head on the table. One of the nurses spun the table around. You came face to face with a young woman. Your laughter turned into a scream. The nurses strapped you in and taped your mouth. They pulled their masks on and began to operate.

Intuition | Reader Insert

Part 4/?

Words: 1000

Scotty was wearing a scowl as you approached his desk. He was tapping his foot foot and muttering under his breath to himself. In your mind you laughed but to him you only smiled and asked how he was.

"Me? You want to know how I am?! I want to know what's been going on with you!" And there it was.

"Well, I'm slowly coming to terms with the craziness of this ship. Something's amiss on this ship of yours Scotty." You taunted playfully. He eyed you for a second.

"I heard Giotto was furious with you. Now why would you, an Engineer, be talking to Head of Security?" He questioned. You had a bad feeling. It was gross and awful. Uncomfortable. *Nails scratching scalp too hard. Blood running down. Old bruises being hit.*

"I needed answers, Sir." You whispered. It felt like the feeling had taken you by surprise, entranced you for a beat of silence.

"And did you get them?"

His question barely registered in your mind as you slowly nodded. A faint, *yes, sir* snuck past your lips. You blinked, slowly, and when you opened your eyes you were in a Jeffries tube. Wrench in your left hand and your right pressed against the warm metal. Where had you gone? Where had your time gone?

A beeping noise was jarring enough to throw your head up against the short ladder and make you curse. You peered out into the large room and read the clock, your shift finished two hours ago. Now you weren't so spacey and ethereal. Now you were angry.

"What. The. Hell." You grumbled out, rubbing your head as you threw down the wrench and observed what you had done. The beeping was getting louder and more screechy like. And the Jeffries tube was heating up. You got out quickly, the mental picture of what you did searing through your neurons. You had opened the inside and tampered with the wiring and the frame. You broke it. You gave it what looked like long metallic legs made of carbon fibre.

A loud explosion threw you against the wall opposite and cracked your head against it. Your arms were sore already and you heard your spine cracking. Coming in and out of conciousness as you tried to stand presented an image of the exploded Jefferies tube ablaze. Engineers and security were already running around, to you, to the tube, to safety. Scotty appeared as you tried to wake up. He crouched next to you and put a hand on the back of your neck. Checking for something. Feeling around. Gently, like Spock had. You almost didn't feel it. But you certainly saw it as he drew his hand back to present the device. Had it ever truly left your body? He was wide eyed looking at you but his face was disappointed.

You were still coming to conciousness and blacking out over and over again on your way to med bay. Leonard was there. You saw him. Sitting in another room as you were dragged past it. He was sitting in his uniform staring at you. Finally you gave up and surrendered to the darkness. It was just too strong.

But Jim had another idea. You were startled and gasping for breath as he stabbed a hypospray into your neck. He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look at him as you were wrongfully pulled out of the dark. His face was red and his veins bulging as he demanded in a stupor where the camera was. He accused you of stealing it, of hurting it.

"You made it angry!!" He spat. Shoving you back. You realized you were on a bed. Nurses were checking your head and your burns and your back. None tried to remove Kirk from you. You struggled, with every dying muscle in your arms, to reach out. To touch his face. You cupped his face and he looked like maybe he was calming down. You studied his eyes, his face, his neck, everything.

"I'm, so, so s-sorry, J-Jim." You tried to tell him. You had to fix things now.

Pulling him into an embrace, he was complacent and calm. He accepted it and hugged you back. He cried. Your hands moved to his back and his neck. You gently stroked your thumb up and down his neck. Feeling. For a lump. A scar, perhaps. And there it was.

"I'm so sorry." You whispered, digging your nails into his neck. He screamed as you held him down and grabbed it. My god, how it fought you. It was stung and it wrestled your fingers. Blood made your grip loose but you grasped it hard and pulled it out. He fell to the floor. A horrified look on his face as you clutched it in your hand.

The nurses and now doctors ran to Jim and to you and were a mess of people. They lifted him onto a bed in a panic and were setting him up with vitals and an IV. You were out of breath. Through the open door you saw Leonard. And he saw you. You smiled. He shuddered. His face was hardened and you noticed the burn marks on his face. Where the hell did he get those?

You heard crying. From a few nurses who wouldn't approach you. It was so confusing.

You got up, carefully, trying to walk properly. You looked down at your hand, a mass of muscle tissue and blood pressed into your palm. You opened it, looking at what you had removed Jim's neck. It wasn't grey like the device Scotty pulled from your neck. It didn't have legs either. It was white. It was small and cube like. Oh god. It was a piece from his vertebrae.

Maybe it was shock, maybe the hypospray wore off, whatever it was you were seeing stars again and this time, you did not go into the darkness without a fight.

-

End of part 4

Yes I do, I'm open to everything.

Intuition | Reader Insert

Part 3/?

Words: 1226

The horrible screeching of the computer's alarm awoke you. Of course, you had never left the bathtub and now you were suddenly very uncomfortable and naked. Cold water sloshed against your pruny skin as your slowly got up, stretching your legs and back. The awkward position left you feeling weak and tired.

You had to do a double take after seeing yourself in the mirror. Your hair was seaweed like and messy and your body looked soft and wrinkled, like wet laundry that just finished in the washer. It made you smile and then you laughed. It wasn't a pretty laugh. And your smile was crooked. You even did a little twirl to see your backside and checkout the red spots from where you were resting against the lip of the tub.

*Knock knock*

"Fuck." And then the events of the day before returned to you.

It only took seconds to find your uniform and haphazardly put it on but it was the world's most painful struggle to try and tame that hair. The knocks didn't stop despite you yelling about how you needed to get dressed and it would only take a minute but of course this wasn't an ordinary situation. So you just let it happen.

Finally you got to the door and you wondered if you should really open it or not. With a heavy sigh you opened the door to see what the mysterious knocker wanted.

It was Spock and Jim, both hands raised to continue knocking.

"Fuck that." You said and closed the door in their faces. Your shift was in half an hour and you had leftovers to eat. This was no ordinary time but you were on this ship to work so that's what you would do. The knocking started up again.

It hit. Crawling over your skin, picking at your organs. Blowing cold breath into your ears. Pure disgust, unlike you had ever felt before. And another god awful feeling. Something unsavoury was going to happen. To who and why?

The knocking only became louder. It made you wince. They must've been knocking in sync now.

You decided to speak to them over your communicator.

"What do you want."

"Open the door, (Y/L/N)." Answered Jim, very matter of factly.

"No, you weirdos. Just tell me what you want or leave so I can do my job!"

"(Y/L/N), it is I, Commander Spock. This is in regards to our encounter yesterday." He sounded the usual.

"What, about the stupid the camera? Or the missing crew?" You spat before adding, "Captain, no offence, but fuck off."

"I will not report that act of insubordination if you let us in." Jim said. Very un-Jim like.

You heaved a heavy sigh again and stomped up to the door, opened it and then immediately went to your super advanced space refrigerator for breakfast. Beef stir fry.

You grabbed the container, snatched a fork out of the drawer and forwent heating up the food. Instead you plopped down on your couch and stretched out your legs. The men followed you silently, Jim sitting in the uncomfortable grey chair to your right and Spock taking up what little space you left on the sofa.

"We need you to go on the next away mission. Use the device again." Jim stated plainly.

"No." It was a muffled reply because you were eating and trying your hardest not to be welcoming or kind.

"Well, uh, you don't have a choice." He smiled and leaned forward. It wasn't a friendly smile.

"Alright." Spock looked startled when you said that, putting down your food to cross your arms and have a drink from the water you had left out some days ago.

"Good, then we'll-"

"On one condition." You cut Jim off to watch him bristle but he didn't. You didn't have a plan but you certainly weren't going to let them put you through another bout of torture. So you turned to Spock.

"Spock." You said softly. "I want the device to stay with me. In my quarters. I don't want anyone else to know or see or hear about it. I want it."

The men were silent. Spock was searching your eyes for some clues but he saw none. You thought you saw his eyes travel to your neck but you already moved to eye Kirk.

"Well?" You prompted. Hoping for a yes. Begging for a no.

Spock looked at Jim one last time before nodding. You smirked. Jim bristled.

-

They left your quarters rather quickly and returned far slower than they should have. Only Jim wouldn't enter and made some piss poor excuse before ambling off to whatever hole he was hiding in these days. Strange man.

First shift of the day started in 15 minutes. Spock walked in quietly and set a large box on your table. He spoke softly as he explained the security measures and how to open it and what the different lights mean.

"Okay that's good and all, but uh, how does it know to, well, exit the body...?"

"This remote will activate its retrieval system. It will always leave at the back of your neck." He said ever so softly.

"Oh shit." You reached to touch the small cut left from the device. "I was supposed to have that checked out. But you-know-who doesn't exist anymore apparently." You added under your breath.

"If you will allow it, I will ensure it is, healing properly." He offered.

"Fine okay. Ew god, it's gonna rip through the scar tissue next time." You shivered. Not from the thought of a tiny device ripping through delicate and sore scar tissue but from the supple touch of Spock's fingers assessing your small wound site.

"It is healing well."

"Good. Okay. So. What's Jim's problem this time? I've barely known the guy more than a year. Care to shed some light?" You were equally gentle with your choice as you were with your tone. Spock stayed behind you, fingers paused. His breath stopped hitting your neck. And you closed your eyes are you realized you did it again. You triggered whatever it was that made them get all defensive and strange.

But you were wrong.

"Lieutenant, I would like to apologize for entering your quarters without your permission yesterday."

He changed subjects instead. And as you turned around to face him you realized the tips of his ears were green and he seemed oddly flustered. You smirked.

"Sir, I accept your apology." You stated, he exhaled, as if he'd been holding it in and was about to speak but you are faster when it comes to conversation. "But, if you truly want to reconcile, then you will owe me a favour to be redeemed at any point in the near future. And you must come to my quarters after your shift. Trust me."

He nodded, albeit a bit apprehensively.

"Don't worry. I have no plans to fetter you. It will only be a moment of your time."

You parted ways to your respective jobs. Along the way you felt the weight of some burden lifting off your shoulders and to top it off, Scotty was waiting for you with his arms crossed and pacing around in front of your work station. For once since everything had turned upside down you felt right side up again.

Intuition | Reader Insert

Part 2/?

Words: 1114

Med bay was fairly empty. You convinced Scotty to drop you off there and promised you would be getting rest after you saw Leonard. There was so much to say, so many questions. He was always someone who could ease the confusion and help you concentrate properly. But the lights were off in his office. You walked in to take a sneak peek at his schedule and see if he would be coming in soon. According to the schedule he was meant to be on call. You supposed he was in his quarters resting up after whatever it is that happened and as much as you would've liked to give hin that time, there was still a gross taste left over from your encounter on the bridge.

It was an encouraging tidbit of information that had you dashing down corridors to his quarters. You rang a few times, knocked a few more and then called him twice. He didn't appear to be home. You wondered if it was truly that he was asleep or if something less desirable had occured. At this point you just wanted to know what happened so you decided to find one of the security members who was there.

Security quarters were all on opposite sides of the ship and you had no idea where either of the security guards who went with you lived. Finding one of the heads, Giotto or Freeman would be a lot easier. Both closely resembled Jim but with more bulk and stricter training and they would certainly know the status of the away mission. They might even be able to shed some light on your confusion.

-

Giotto was having lunch at a table with three others. It didn't matter that he was busy or that the others were also muscular and imposing because today you needed answers. They were all shocked when you pulled up with an empty chair and sat yourself next to him, legs crossed.

"I'm sorry to intrude, sir, but I have a pressing matter to discuss with you." Your voice was loud, it was urgent and uncharacteristically commanding.

"Oh, uh, would you like to have this discussion in my office then?"

"No need. I'll ask you some questions and you answer them, that's all. Please."

Maybe it was the look in your eyes but his expression turned gentle and he nodded to his compatriots of whom quietly got up and left. You made yourself more comfortable in a chair across from him.

"Sir," you started quietly, "what happened on the recent away mission? Where is the crew now?"

He eyed you for a few uncomfortably silent seconds. You felt like crawling out of your skin because of his stare.

"Nothing happened, Lieutenant. You were the only one who went berserk. Are you feeling alright?" Hostility barked in his eyes but his voice was cream and honey.

"What? But Leonard was screaming, he-"

"They returned safely. All. Of. Them. Understood?" He was suddenly standing, his tall and broad shoulders blocking out the light. A shadow cast over the whole room. So silent. So dead. You got up, meeting his stare.

"I will find the truth." You declared. He was silent. Eyes hard. Jaw clenched. It was easy to miss it, the minuscule details. Where his forehead creased and his muscles bulged and turned red from strain. Was this anger or something else?

-

The silence of your quarters was so much better than the silence of the rest of the ship. It was honey like and warm. You marched to your bed and stripped off your uniform to let the blanket of quiet envelop you. Serene and peaceful.

But not for long.

The sound of the door opening had you sitting up, peering into the hall from your open bedroom door. Footsteps walked around a bit. Some items were being lifted and put down in the small kitchen.

*Thud*

They dropped something. The footsteps continued. You got up and peered around the corner to see a tall shadowy figure and the figure had... pointy ears.

"Commander Spock?"

He walked faster, meeting you face to face.

"Ah, Lieutenant (Y/L/N). How are you feeling?" No emotion in his face as per usual. But his hair was disheveled.

"What are you doing in here? How did you get in at all?" Maybe he didn't see the bags under your eyes or sense the aggression in your voice.

"We are still uncertain how the spider-device might have affected you, it's important we investigate."

"Spock what happened. Just tell me. No one is telling me anything." You stalked close to him, pushing him back against the wall. Exasperated, you waited for him to say something. He furrowed his brows and studied your face. His breath stopped, you could no longer feel it against your skin. The hall wasn't dark but it wasn't well lit and the walls were a dark grey. He looked foreign but not alien. Spock was different. Like Jim and Giotto.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." He pushed you back and walked down the hall to the door.

You stood still, watching him flee from the situation. At this rate you wouldn't ever find out what had happened. But you knew that just now, you were close. So, so close.

But that was the issue wasn't it? You were so close and you weren't pressing the issue hard enough. All the clues were coming together, all the evidence. And if you couldn't get the information from someone's lips, you would get it some other way.

When the door closed you went for a hot shower, suddenly realizing you were naked the whole time but not really caring enough to become flustered, and replaying everything that had happened since you woke up. It all started with guilt. The overwhelming amount of guilt that had forced you awake and then made you inspect the engineering room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about Scotty or the room. Next you were called to the bridge. Jim and Spock made you swallow a robot thing. And that, that's it, wasn't it? That's the issue. You took it. You trusted them. Maybe you didn't see it before but it was clear now. Jim and Spock were acting strange then as well and it only got worse. That stupid little spindly device.

*Find it!* you screamed to yourself. Find the damn thing that seems to be the underlying cause of all your pain today. You let the hot water drown you in the shower for awhile longer, enjoying the constant drumming if water on tile. Closing your eyes and just, breathing. Tonight, you would find the device.

-

End of part 2

Intuition | Reader insert

Part 1/?

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You woke up with a terrible sense of guilt but you couldn't possibly have messed up after only a minute into being awake. It wasn't a vision, no voice, no pictures, nothing exact. And now you were scared for the future. After sitting up and turning the lights on, you looked around for a fire. Okay good, no fire. You thought to yourself. Everything seemed fine but you couldn't go back to sleep, and so you got dressed for work and made your way down to Engineering.

"Scotty please, I just want to make sure I didn't screw anything up." You pleaded.

He gave you a look and turned back to his work, mumbling something about how you would've known if something had gone wrong.

"Your shift doesn't start for another three hours! Get some sleep." Scotty said from his desk.

"You don't understand, I had a feeling." You retorted, continuing your search.

"One of your predictions again?" Interest peeked, he got up and walked over to you.

"Well, yes, but no. It was just a feeling. But, it was insanely real." You said looking up at him from where you crouched to inspect the work you did on a console the night prior.

"A feeling of...?" He inquired.

"Guilt."

"Guilt?"

"Just... Either I've done something terrible or I'm about to." You replied with a sigh. It was clear that this was stressing you out.

"Alright lass, but you better not give yourself a hard time or anything." He warned before heading back to work.

You nodded to yourself and went about your little inspection, but everything seemed in order. So it wasn't a fatal mistake at work...

"Kirk to (Y/L/N)" The sound of Jim on the comm startled you.

"(Y/L/N) here."

"Report to the bridge for a briefing."

You hesitated for a moment before remembering your away mission today. "Yes sir."

The landing party was to consist of yourself, Bones, two scientists and two security officers. As was typical, you were only there for emergency purposes. It made your job less exciting but you were happy to switch things up every now and then.

You made your way to the bridge and saw none of the other members of the landing party were there yet.

"Permission to enter the bridge?" You asked upon arrival.

Jim nodded and waved you over, "Check this out." He stood up and revealed a small metallic device.

"Is that... A camera?" You asked tentatively.

Spock replied for him. "Indeed, to be more specific, it's a monitoring device. We would like you to wear it during the away mission. It's only to test them out."

"Makes things easier to document and stuff." Was Jim's explanation.

"Alright, how does one wear it?"

"Like so." Spock took the small device from Jim and grabbed a cup of water that was waiting next to the Captain's chair.

"Wait, it's a pill?" Suddenly you weren't so sure you wanted to 'wear' it.

"Yes, but it's not permanent. It was eventually transmit all data to our systems and... exit." Spock explained.

You shrugged and decided that was fine. You quickly swallowed the device, cringing at the taste. "Nasty... is that all sir?"

"Yes," Jim nodded and you started to turn away before Spock cleared his throat and Jim piped up.

"Oh right, uh, don't tell anyone. This is a confidential experiment for now. Bones knows about it just in case, but, no one else. Okay?" He said, looking a little nervous.

He must have sensed your suspicion because he put a hand on your shoulder and began walking you to the turbolift. "Don't worry about it."

After your shift you reported to the transporter room for the away mission. There was a final briefing and all six of you were beamed down to the planet. After some wandering around the scientists decided where they wanted to collect samples and you had a seat to wait out the long and uneventful mission.

"Hey darling, you look glum." Bones observed, coming over to sit next to you.

"Just waiting for something to break or an attack or something fun to happen." You said with a tired smile which made him laugh.

"You look too sleepy to handle an attack." He scoffed.

"I'll have you know that I'm very much alert right now." You clarified.

"Yeah, right."

You were about to say an epic comeback when one of the scientists asked for you to come look at his little sciencey-machine thing.

"It's readings are off the chart, it says we're standing right in the middle of a level 8 radioactive zone!"

"Mine says we're in a cave?"

The complaints started piling up about strange readings and you figured faulty wiring and good ol' age had to do with it. After having a look however, you realized there was nothing wrong with them. Panic set in. And then...

"Fuck." You whispered, turning on your heel with their machines in hand and shouting to them to, "Stay right where you are!"

"(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?!" You heard Leonard's voice shout from a distance as you sprinted through the dense entanglement of bush and trees.

"Just, stay there!" You shouted back, hoping he heard and hadn't decided to come after you. This was your big mistake, it had to be. Or, it would have been, but you smiled to yourself, knowing you just avoided something catastrophic.

You came to a clearing of rock and tossed the devices into it before jogging back to watch the explosion. Ten seconds went by and nothing happened.

20...

30...

You scowled at yourself for being so paranoid, the devices weren't going to just, explode like you had thought originally. Feeling silly and somewhat embarrassed, you grabbed their dumb computers and started to walk back to the team. Along the way you were coming up with excuses as to why you left, tell the truth and make a fool of yourself? Never.

A feeling again. Red hot, burning, searing guilt. A sensation like no other, so overwhelming you collapsed to the ground and held back the tears. "Help...!" You tried to say into your comm, hoping anyone would hear you. Instead, it seemed to echo you.

"Help! Help! Oh my god, what the- (Y/N), are you there?!" It was Bones. And something was wrong.

"B-Bones..?" You managed to get out.

"My god, you need to get back over here. We need an engineer for God's sake!" He basically yelled.

"Just- tell me what's happened?" You tried saying without strain. The pain just kept coming in like waves, crashing into you and leaving you near tears. And then you realized, this guilt, it's happening. Right now, and you couldn't do a thing but warn him.

"....(Y/N)!.....hear..me?.....there!?..." You could barely hear his voice anymore.

"Leonard, please... You need...to....leave!"

Everything went blank.

The next time you awoke was on the bridge, and something cold was pressed against your right temple. You looked up at Scotty, and saw his lips moving. He was talking to you, but you couldn't hear anything. The object he had placed against your head was making a droning like noise, you assumed it was a tricorder. Why would he have a tricorder pressed to your head?

A headache brought itself to life in your head and you groaned, looking up to be calmed by the stars. Except, there were no stars, instead the screen was showing... Itself? And as you moved your head, the picture changed as well.

"Oh my god." You whispered and tried standing up. A sharp ringing attacked your ears and you felt Scotty force you back into your seat.

"(Y/N), you need to stay seated. This'll be over with in no time and then we'll get ya sent down to medbay." He explained quickly.

"What- what's going on? Where's the crew!" You demanded, your hearing coming back.

"(Y/N), please stay calm." Your Captain said, crouching down in front of you. "We saw everything and already have a rescue team going to help. I knew these cameras would cone in handy! Good call, wouldn't you say? Scotty's just making sure that the camera didn't short out or something and cause, well whatever it is happened to you down there."

"Oh." Was your only reply, realizing that the screen was showing what you saw. You felt weird about it.

"Any ideas as to want that was?" Spock chimed in, his face showing genuine interest.

"Yeah, it was guilt." You mumbled, hoping that made sense.

"Guilt?" Scotty asked. "Like what you felt this morning?"

"Yes, but, this wasn't just a mental feeling. It was physical too. Something amplified the feeling. Turned it into pain." You tried to describe. All three men looked confused and unsure what this meant.

"Just to make things clear," you added. "It's not unusual for me to get something like this. Normally it's followed by a picture or something to explain itself, but this time was different."

"Like, predictions." Scotty explained. "And I'll tell ya right now, they are never wrong."

A pain in the back of your neck caught Jim's attention as he reached behind your neck not to check or comfort you but to allow a small device with gangly tendrils to climb out and onto his hand. It seemed to fall asleep, the small box's little red light going dark and it's wiry tendrils going limp. Jim handed it oh so delicately to Spock. Both were wide eyes and attentive. They really cared about the stupid camera. Scotty was kind enough to hell you up and press a damp cloth to the back of your neck.

"Slap on a bandage and you'll be just fine." He said, giving you a small smile. Together you walked to the lift, ready to go back to your quarters and rest. Before the door closed you glanced at the screen. It was replaying the moment you went unconscious Jim stepped into your view, a scowl on his face as he stared you down, the door closing off the interaction.

"Scotty, where is the crew now?"

"Med bay?"

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End of part 1

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