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Carol Wallace. That was her name. She had never introduced herself to him. But he had heard her introduce herself to members of the crew, eyes sparkling and smile wide.

Blue eyes, golden silk hair, soft lips, sharp jaw. That was her face. Attractive.

Even more attractive because she happened to be a weapons specialist. Not that he needed one necessarily. His intelligence of weaponry far surpassed the knowledge of any ordinary human's. But her interest in weaponry indicated that a fire roiled underneath her sugary surface. Everyone thought that she was innocent. Sweet little Carol. Oh, she was gentle on the surface but a thunderstorm raged underneath her smiles and light touches. He could read her like a book, a fascinating, mysterious, challenging book. He would bring out the darker side of her nature - she would find herself wanting to help him.

She could satisfy his hunger, his longing, and his greed. With her slender figure and steady legs. He felt the hair on the back of his neck bristle at the thought. Touch. The taste of human flesh in a more enveloping way than bloodshed could provide. The scent of embraces and sweat and bodily fluids. He had been deprived of the pleasures of life for three-hundred years. The lump that tumbled in the back of his chest served as a constant unnerving reminder. He needed sex. Among other desires.

It was settled then. He was going to have her.

A smile flickered on his lips.

Her name wasn't really Carol Wallace. Wallace had been her mother's name.

Her real name was Carol Marcus and she was the daughter of the Starfleet Admiral Alexander Marcus. She had said her name was Carol Wallace so that she could gain access aboard the USS Enterprise without any questions. So she could erase the genes that ran through her veins. Wash away the blood. And so her father wouldn't find out she was there. He would be furious if he knew. He would slap her across the face. He would spit and curse and pull at her silky hair.

But Carol was not the only intruder onboard the ship. The second intruder was John Harrison. He had blue eyes, tight lips, and a voice that rumbled of rainstorms and brimstone.

She had made eye contact with him once. With John. His eyes were sad. Swollen. As if he had been crying. Very cold and sharp as glass.

In that moment, she had wanted to reach out and touch him. Erase the red around his lashes. Shatter the ice. Untie the tension in his chin. Because she knew what it was like to be hurt and so angry that your innards could explode and eat you whole. But he was imprisoned in a glass chamber and she couldn't reach him.

In the next moment, she ran to the bathroom and threw up the contents of her dinner. Dirty. Had to expel the toxins. The toxins that simmered in John Harrison. He was a criminal and a killer. And Carol was sweet and gentle. Clean.

But she was also a weapons specialist. She liked to mix wrath and wonder. She liked to play with fire.