Wake up call

From the depths of sleep, she heard a whistle, so familiar but so foreign. Spock rolled over, noting that she was on the floor, for some reason, and it was surprisingly clean. Three tones, low-high-low. She wanted more sleep. She wanted her bed, not the floor. Spock groaned as she hoisted torso off the ground. She flipped her hair out of her face, blinked twice, then let her elbows buckle beneath her and she collapsed again. 

Kirk and Bones were laid out on the bed and a chair, respectively, in a darkened room that was definitely not her own. She didn't think one slept in a dream, did they? Maybe just in hallucinations.

The whistle again. "Janelle." She waited. "Janelle, wake up."

McCoy opened her eyes, rolled her neck. "Is she still asleep?"

"Yeah. I don't know how we're going to get her up; it's generally impossible, right? JANELLE." Another whistle.

"Maybe you should just get that," Bones suggested.

"Yeah...guess so..." Spock stumbled to her feet and flicked the switch. "Spock here, reporting on behalf of the captain."

"Oh." Chekov sounded faintly surprised. "Well, we are approaching Beta 3. Will the captain be joining us on the bridge for first contact?"

"Of course, Lieutenant. We're on our way; Spock out." She flipped off the comm switch and flopped onto the bed by Kirk. "CAPTAIN KIRK."

Janelle blinked and started to sit up. "Where?"

"That's you, Janelle," replied Bones, eyes closed and relaxed again in her chair. Kirk withered a bit.

"Oh, right."

Spock patted her shoulder briefly. "So, they want you on the bridge to . . . make first contact, I think, with a new planet. Sound doable?"

"Umm . . . sure, I guess?" 

"Yeah. This will be interesting. Caitlin, wanna come up there?"

"Sure."
"Right. Lead on, then, mon capitan." Spock gestured to the door, then she and Bones followed the captain out the door.