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Fic: Who The Hell Are You? 4/5 StarTrek XI/BSG 2003
Title: Who The Hell Are You?
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own BattleStar Galactica and Star Trek.
Characters: Spock, Gaeta, McCoy, Kirk, and Sulu.
Words: 4105
Prompt: Goderator Rap wanted a crossover with ST XI and BSG.
Fandom: BattleStar Galactica (2003)/Star Trek (2009)
Pairing: pre-Spock/Gaeta
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language, Loss Of Control.
TimeLine: BSG post Series/STXI post movie.
Summary: The Enterprise comes across an ancient ship and a secret about humanity's past.
Author's Note: A series of one-shots strung together.
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There was no more pain. Performing a routine mental exercise on his body and mind, Spock found nothing out of normal function. There was no reason for his being unconscious any longer. So, he opened his eyes.

He was in the sickbay. Lights around him had been dimmed for comfort, not that he needed that. It was a standard procedure designed for humans.

Location and body status confirmed, he moved on to the next logical step in his awakening ritual. He tried to locate someone within his visual field by turning his head first. Thoughts of learning the ship's status were placed on hold by who he found in the next bed.

Laid out under a blue blanket of the most eye irritating shade he believed possible, was a familiar man. In that moment his mind re-lived the events of his last conscious moments. The accompanying pain made Spock's chest contract.

Forcing his body to remain at rest, he took a calming breath. It was only a memory. By his will alone he forced the pain to wash away and only the memory remained. Then, not even that. When he next opened his eyes he was back in the sickbay.

Another quick check of his vitals revealed no weakness. His body was ready to move on its own power. He was feeling better.

Putting an elbow under him, Spock used it to slowly lever himself up in to a sitting position. He waited for any remarks but found none forthcoming. It was a very strange situation as the sickbay was always staffed no matter the hour. His own internal sense of time revealed that it had only been a few hours.

There should have been someone.

A quick survey of the room revealed no other presence but their own. "Most unusual." Once sitting, he turned to hang his legs off the bed. Directly in front of him now lay the unconscious man. He pushed himself off the biobed and landed on the deck with a soft thump.

Spock paused a moment to stretch his muscles. After rolling his shoulders he took a hesitant step towards the bed. Another two brought him within touching range. He found his eyes drawn to the other's face. Much to his surprise Spock found the man staring back at him.

Sucking in a quick breath, the man swallowed to clear his throat. He exhaled slowly. "Where are we?"

Making note of the fact the man included himself in the situation, Spock raised an eyebrow. "We are in the sickbay of the ship I serve aboard." Almost unconsciously Spock took the final step to the man's side. "Are you feeling well enough to answer questions?"

The man frowned, then he nodded. "I believe so, yes." The action caused a long strand of dark curls to fall over his olive skin. They glistened against the dull sheen of his forehead. He reached up and pushed them off his face with a frown. "Now I remember why I cut it."

"Short hair is quite functional," Spock agreed. He flicked his eyes up to indicate his own close-cropped locks. His own black hair no doubt shown similarly to the man's. "Let us start with the basics, do you remember your name?"

This caused the man to smile. He opened his mouth to reply, then he stopped. Frowning, he cocked his head a little to the side on the pillow. "Which one do you want? I have a few of them."

Both eyebrows raised this time. Folding his hands behind his back, Spock inclined his own head. "Which ever one you would feel comfortable being addressed by for now."

"At one time I could tell you without hesitation." He tried to make it come across as humerus by the smile on his face. Instead, his tone fell flat. Sighing, he shifted on the bed to make himself more comfortable. "My creators once called me Daniel, but I don't feel like him any more."

Purely for the sake of putting the man at ease, Spock composed his face to a slight smile. It felt painful straining unused muscles, but he believed he managed it. "My name is Spock, I am the Commander of this vessel."

This seemed to delight the man. "Naturally." A genuine smile passed over his lips. Folding his hands over his waist, the man nodded. "I am pleased to meet you, Commander Spock. Please, call me Lieutenant Gaeta."

"Well, isn't this just a cute little scene." Standing in the archway of the door, Dr. McCoy had a false delighted expression. Uncrossing his arms, his natural scowl was leveled completely on the Vulcan. "All right, you pointy-eared gerbil, no one said you could get up."

The eyebrow twitched but did not rise. "Gerbil, Doctor?"

A snicker came from the biobed. "He reminds me of Doc Cottle." Gaeta snickered again, but ended with a heavy sigh this time.

Hearing the man speak stopped McCoy dead in his tracks. He stared at the new man as if he came with two heads. His skin started to flush and he turned on Spock with narrowed eyes. "Did he just speak Vulcan at me?"

Both he and Spock froze. Turning his head slowly, Spock shared a look with the man. He frowned at that. "Yes, Doctor, I believe he just did."