Disclaimer- I don't own Star Trek. Or Death Note. But I do own Harmony. ;)

Chapter 1

Mr. Spock's new assistant sat in her room and read about old Earth history. She had only been on the Enterprise for about a month, and adjusting under the cold and unfeeling Vulcan wasn't helping her typically shy nature. Everyone on the crew who glanced in her direction without a second thought assumed that she was just a human. Hell, even Mr. Spock thought she was a human. She really wasn't, though. Her eyes were a glowing red, covered by intense blue contacts to conceal the unnatural and slightly frightening color. She had bangs that went to eye level to keep people from looking her in the eye (One reason she wanted to work under the Vulcan was that she knew he wouldn't try to befriend her, friends were a privilege for those with social skills.) as well as pale creamy skin. Her dark black hair was elbow-length, always smooth and shiny. She would cross her legs in the lightly colored uniform mini-dress that she was required to wear; her self conscious nature was disapproving of the revealing article of clothing.

You really couldn't tell that she wasn't human unless you were a doctor; she had an elevated pulse and heart rate that would kill a human instantly, and extremely strong telekinetic energy. She, Like Vulcans, was a touch telepath, but when she focused her energy, she could affect anything within eyesight. Harmony was an enigma to doctors, but was kept off the records due to security issues. That was another reason she had been assigned to Mr. Spock, the Doctor had said, "That Hobgo… Man couldn't keep 'imself out of trouble in a kiddie-park. He needs somebody to watch his back," in a persuasive way.

Persuasive enough to have her dragged onto a starship, at least.

She smiled as she came as she found her next book, on the detective L. He was truly the most interesting man she had ever heard of. Or woman. No one really knew anything about the detective. They had contacted whoever they'd needed through a laptop, with a voice distortion program on it. The laptop was always carried by a man called Watari. No one could see his face through the hat and trench-coat; He was the only person who could communicate with L.

Until the Kira case came up.

L had personally met with seven men who wouldn't say a word about anything, not even gender. She envied them; if she had been alive she would have done anything to speak with the detective. Even through a laptop. That would have been a dream of hers, had she been born a few centuries ago.

But history was all but absolute and she had absolutely no way of changing it.

It was odd, the way her strange obsession had formed. She'd just found a book on the subject lying around. She asked around to see who it had belonged to, but no one claimed it. She read it many of times, and read many similar books until she was practically an expert on the subject. Odd, but in her favor.

She inserted a bookmark into the book and left to begin her shift. It was boring because Mr. Spock liked to do the work himself 87% of the time, and whenever he gave her a task, he checked over it as though he was positive she would make a mistake. He never found anything so she couldn't understand why he was so sure she was going to screw up! It was eating up at her. Was it really so hard to trust someone else for God's sake?

She took a deep breath to calm herself as she entered the empty turbo lift.

Another as she stepped off.

A final one as she entered the science station.

She was ready. It wasn't that Harmony hated Mr. Spock… It was just… He irritated her. He was an irritating man. 'No matter…' she thought, 'I get paid either way…' she thought absent mindedly. With a sigh, she began her paper work. Another boring day…

After a few hours, the Vulcan walked in looking flustered. It was uncommon for him to look that way… Curiosity won over and she decided to find out what was going on. "Sir…" She began, not looking up from the chemicals she was currently mixing, "You look… Tense… Is everything alright?" She asked. Genuine sounding sympathy dripped from her voice.

His response sounded almost human, "My parents have been… Kidnapped…" He muttered. She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him with her intense blue gaze. "Your father was the ambassador to Earth…" She said to herself, "Starfleet will do everything in their power to ensure their safe return Sir." She said, actually sympathetic at this point. She didn't exactly believe what she had said, and the look on her commanding officers face said that he'd felt the same way.

A thought came into her head, and she acted on it before she gave her brain a chance to think twice about it. She carefully put her mental shields into place as she walked over to the man. By the time she was there, the walls were in place. She gave him a hug.

It was… Awkward… but he leant into the embrace and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. 'He's so warm…!' She thought. He really was. It was comfortable warmth. She sent positive thoughts through the skin-to-skin contact. The two of them stayed in that position for a while. His head was on her shoulder after a while, and she'd began rubbing his hair comfortingly.

"Thank you…" He said, letting go after a few minutes. She looked at him gratefully, "Sir, if it makes you feel any better…" She stopped for a moment, wondering if replying the way she had planned was a good idea, but continuing, "I was orphaned at a young age and I know how it…" She shook her head, "If you need to talk… Feel free to approach me…" She smiled and ruffled the older mans hair, "They'll find them." She finished and walked out of the room. Her shift had ended.

Spock's POV

What had just happened…?

He was at a loss to understand why he had reacted that way, yet, the prospect of speaking with someone in a similar situation sounded promising, and he may have to take her up on it.

This girl really was, as aptly put by the Doctor, an enigma. He may have to consult the man at a later time.

He stared after her as she left, his gaze wandering longer than necessary. He'd never noticed before, but he'd felt something when their skin touched. 'She must be a touch telepath…' he realized. This subject would need to be meditated on…

Harmony's POV

Harmony sat on her short bed and skimmed over one of her books. There was a thought buzzing around in the back of her head. She couldn't determine what it was that she was thinking, really, it was more subconscious than anything else. She continued to wonder. It was one of those things where the words were on the tip of your tongue. You knew they were there, but you couldn't remember quite what they were.

It was the solution to the problem of Mr. Spock's missing parents. She slammed one of her L books onto the bed and made a frustrated sound into her pillow. She stayed in that position for a while. She sighed from boredom and sat up. A young blonde girl, about 20 years old, was standing by her bed with an awkward look on her face.

Now, a normal person might have screamed, or at least pulled out a weapon. But Harmony? No… She just acted as though it were almost normal. "Uhm…" She started awkwardly, "How long have you been standing there?" She asked. The girl smiled, "That's irrelevant," she replied with a sweet sounding voice. "Okay…" Harmony said, "Who are you?" She asked. The young blondes smile turned into a grin, "That's also irrelevant." Harmony growled, "Then what isn't irrelevant?"

"My reason for being here is entirely relevant," The girl replied. Harmony's tone became very sharp, "Why are you here, then?" She asked, it was sort of a growl. "I'm here to tell you what you need a little push into finding out. That little mystery that you were trying to solve," She said. Harmony nodded, and looked at the girl with a 'Please, go on,' type of look. "Are you aware of the previous Enterprise escapade, where the crew had accidentally traveled backward in time?" Harmony nodded, she'd studied that briefly at the academy. "That's just a hint. Figure it out." She'd said. With a blur, the girl was gone.

That strange visit had only confused her further… Back in time? It felt painstakingly obvious…

She looked down at where the girl had been standing and there was a piece of paper. She picked it up and examined it. It was a series of numbers: 54, 223, 874, 1023, 648, 742, 43, 687, and 954. She scratched her head in confusion. She turned around to grab her tiny magnifying glass to see if there was anything too small for the eye to see when she knocked over her schedule, upon picking it up she saw Mr. Spock's name and sprang off the bed as though it were on fire. "That's it!" she yelled. She grabbed the paper and walked to the man's quarters. She knocked on the door and it opened seconds after. He opened the door and stared at her, looking slightly confused. She smiled, "May I come in, Please, sir?" She asked enthusiastically. "Certainly…" He muttered and she walked in pulling him by the arm so the door would shut. She held the numbers up in between her thumb and fore-finger. He took it from her and read it, "I do not understand…" He said, handing her the paper. "I don't either… But let me share with you what I do know," She said. She put her hand over his temple for a moment and both of their eyes clouded over for a second.

"Fascinating…" He said. "Yeah… Err… I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about that…" He nodded, "I understand," She gave him a thankful smile, "Thank you, sir," she said.

She gasped, "I think I figured it out!" Harmony said, "Follow me!" she said, she walked to her quarters with the Vulcan close behind. When they arrived she pulled out a book and threw it to him, grabbing another for herself. "I read about this once. A code was left in numbers, and when you take the first letter of each number, you get a message." He nodded in understanding.

"What'd you find?" She asked. He replied instantly, "R P S T F G K L and E." She shook her head. "Nope. Mines about the same…" He raised an eyebrow, "You have no other books that are long enough to fit the given numbers," She groaned, "I know…" She tapped her hand on the bed of her quarters, where she was sitting. "Wait," She said, "What if the page wraps around when the number is too long for the book?" He nodded, "Yes. That is certainly a possibility,"

Sudden realization hit her like a brick wall, "Good lord… That means that…" She trailed off, "Yes," Mr. Spock continued, "We will have to check all of your books." She groaned and hit her face off of the wall.