Don't own anything related to Star Trek. I thought it would be funny this time around to put Hazina's and Kyleth's relationship in a dryer and watch the turmoil unfold. Hazina always speaks Vulcan to Kyleth, her mother, and Spock, unless it's not italicized. Did I mention that all the chapter titles are song titles? None of them belong to me.

The botany lab of the ship was large and filled with over one hundred species of plants. Hazina was fascinated and spent most of her time there. For the last five weeks since entering the ship, she assisted Lieutenant Babcock whenever she had the chance. Kirk had gone as far to insist she do small shifts in the science station when her father was not working. Hazina had settled into a pleasant routine in which she worked in the botany sector for seven hours, had lunch, and then worked on the bridge at the science station for an additional six hours before returning to her quarters where she meditated and more than often read up on the most current research in the scientific world. She also wrote her grandfather on a regular basis and maintained the façade that she was interested in politics by keeping herself up to date with not only Federation political policies and actions, but also Vulcan.

Her hands were covered in thick brown gloves that the Lieutenant insisted she needed. She gently lifted the beaker within the incubator and slowly poured the green liquid into the black soil that housed the Bajoran roses blooming before her. A smile stretched her lips as one of the bulbs appeared to bend towards the liquid soaking into the brown dirt. She promptly removed her hands and placed the beaker on the table before removing her gloves. Aziza walked towards her dressed in her maroon uniform with her arms folded over her chest. Her hazel eyes darted to the flowers in the incubator before she sat down at the table.

"Something interesting has finally happened!" She smiled and looked up at the ceiling when Hazina continued to stare at the PADD she was working on. Aziza tapped her on the shoulder. Your mom picked up a distress signal coming from a small planet a day away from us. She contacted Starfleet, and they gave us the okay. We are going to visit a new planet!

Hazina blinked and looked back down at her PADD. "That is interesting, Aziza, however, I do believe your shift started twenty minutes ago."

Scotty showed up all happy and told me he could handle it alone. Aziza gave her a large smile and leaned back in her chair. He is a charming man. If he wasn't old enough to be my father, I would date him.

"That's good to know that you have some self dignity." Hazina sat in the seat across from her with an impassive face.

You're funny. Aziza laughed and picked up a silver rod and poked Hazina in the arm with it until she looked up. What is this? Kanshero said you've been avoiding him. The only time you speak to him is when you're in the presence of others. He said he saw you walking down the hall and he tried to wave but you turned and went down another corridor.

She was amazed at how fluent and efficiently her friend was able to make the signs. Then again, almost everyone on the ship had taken up the task of learning sign language so that they could communicate with her. Well, her mother already knew it, but her father was very well in performing the task when he remembered; her father still spent most of his free time trying to perfect the signs. Hazina never thought her father would have trouble with anything, but sign language seemed to be an arduous task to him. Her brown eyes lifted from her notes. Aziza stared at her with a slightly amused expression.

"It is illogical for Kanshero to be under the assumption that I am avoiding him. The day you mentioned, I was asked to inform the lieutenant that works at the communication station after my mother that he would not be expected on the bridge because he has a cold. Also, I speak when addressed, Aziza." She placed her PADD on the table and blinked.

Aziza leaned forward. "Talk to him." She turned her head and smiled.

Hazina followed her gaze and felt her breakfast rise to her throat when she saw him standing in the doorway. She swallowed and forced back the frown trying to disturb the blankness of her face. Her eyes fell to the PADD on the table and narrowed when she saw the projected results for the hybrid vegetables she was in the process of creating. Her index finger tapped the screen to freeze the chart. If she put the seedlings into an incubator of a constant temperature of ninety degrees and supplied nutrition to them, they would be expected to be ready for use within a month. Her gaze flew upwards when Aziza's hand slammed onto the table. Her friend had a deep frown on her brown face. Her face softened as she turned to Kanshero. Hazina looked at him.

"I apologize for accusing you of avoiding me." He laughed nervously and ran his fingers through his hair. Although he had cut it, his hair was still longer than regulation allowed. He stepped closer to them. "Let's go have dinner together."

The word dinner brought strange images to Hazina's mind. Her eyes fluttered closed as she turned away from the two people in the room. She inhaled and turned back to them with her usual impassive expression. Her eyes moved from Kanshero's lips to Aziza's lips as she tried to keep up with the conversation. They were going to dinner whether Hazina agreed or not. Her eyebrows lifted slightly in response to the look her friend sent her. It did not appear as if she had a choice.

The mess hall was nearly deserted. Hazina stared at the food and picked up several dishes she thought would be interesting to try. Her human side liked variety almost more than Aziza did. She eased into the chair beside Aziza and stared at the stuffed cabbage with naked curiosity. The plus side of her not being able to hear was her blatant disregard for the mockery she knew Aziza threw at her. She tasted the cheese and potatoes in the center of the vegetable and almost sighed; it was delicious. Although she continued to eat, her gaze moved to Aziza's face after she felt vibrations on the table coming from that direction.

Where is Kyleth?

"I do not know, Aziza. You ask me this same question every day. Why would I track Kyleth as if he is some sort of prisoner here?" Hazina turned her attention to the plate of baked pears on her tray. She looked at Aziza again when she nudge her in the side.

Did something happen? He is not treating you bad because you can't hear is he?

The fork she held slammed onto the table as she turned towards her friend. "Aziza, that is illogical and insulting."

It was a joke. I am sorry. Aziza made a face and stabbed the baked chicken on her tray.

Where was Kyleth? Hazina knew that he came out of his room and went straight to medical bay to be the head doctor whenever McCoy asked him for his assistance. Other than that, Kyleth spent most of his time in his room pouring over research data and results he had from the experiments and tests he'd run on Tellar Prime. After Hazina told him about Linak and what the woman told her, he nodded once and sat down at his desk. He did not look up from his work until she left two hours later. Even then, it was to tell her goodnight. She pressed her fingers against her temples; she was beginning to get a headache. After downing her cup of water, she stood, excused herself, and went back to the botany lab.

Kyleth was in deep meditation when she entered his room. She sat on the couch and stared at the wall with furrowed eyebrows. Perhaps she should meditate and attempt to clear her headache away. She rested her head against the back of the couch and stared at the gray ceiling. Her heart rate slowed, and she found herself drifting off into sleep. She was dreaming. In all her life, Hazina recalled having only two dreams. Both of those dreams had been strange and illogical. Her eyes widened as she stared at a vast field covered in countless rows of lemons. She laughed and ran towards them with her black hair flowing down her back. Her index finger brushed the fruit hanging from the nearest tree. It was a perfect shade of yellow. As her gaze moved from tree to tree, she realized that all the fruit were perfect. She pulled the lemon from the branch and peeled away some of the yellow skin. Her teeth sank into the revealed flesh. Her eyes rounded in surprise when she found that the fruit was sweet. The juices ran down her chin and onto the front of the dress she wore. She sighed and continued to devour the fruit as she walked along the path in the middle of the field.

Dreams are often illogical, Hazina.

Her eyes flew open and her heart rate increased as she jolted awake. She stared at Kyleth through narrowed eyes as she tried to slow her heart. He sat down beside her and took her hand into his. His thumb brushed her knuckles as his dark gaze met hers. He moved closer to her until their lips were mere meters apart. She inhaled sharply and swallowed. He stood and walked beyond the table. His lips moved, but she did not know what he said. Her gaze moved to the door when she saw movement. Her father walked into the room but stopped abruptly when he saw her sitting on the couch. She looked at the floor and tried to keep the embarrassment from showing on her face. What was she embarrassed about? She was twenty-one years old and capable of having a relationship with someone.

She stood. "Hello, father."

He nodded to her once and looked at Kyleth. He said something which Kyleth promptly responded to. He looked at both of them before he exited. Hazina sat down and turned to Kyleth with raised eyebrows. When he did not say anything, she tilted her head and pressed her lips together. He lifted a single eyebrow as he walked towards her.

Commander McCoy has suggested that I go to the planet surface with Captain Kirk and Commander Spock. I have been approved to undertake this task.

"Are you happy?" Hazina looked up at him as her face relaxed.

I am accepting. Happiness is an emotion, Hazina.

She stood and walked to the middle of the room with her hands clasped in front of her. Her hands were warm as they wrapped around Kyleth's. She lifted his hands and placed a soft kiss on the back of them. Her brown eyes shined with…happiness as she allowed herself to smile at him. "I know happiness is an emotion, Kyleth. It is the strongest emotion you fill me with."

He stepped closer to her and pressed the palms of both their hands together. His lips brushed hers as his hands move up her arms, and his arms wrapped around her waist. Her finger burrowed into his her as she pressed her face into his neck. He smelled of incense and vanilla. Her hands moved over his hair in one swift movement and to his cheeks. Her feet bent until she stood on her tip toes as she planted a passionate kiss on his lips. She inhaled sharply and pressed her hand against her forehead.

Is there something wrong?

"I have a headache. It comes. It goes. I do not understand it. It has been happening for three days now." She sat on the couch and closed her eyes as the pain appeared to intensify with each beat of her pulse.

Something cool pressed against her neck, and she felt her body relaxing. Her eyes opened to find Kyleth kneeling before her with a syringe in hand and a look of modest concern. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently lifted her and carried her to his bed, where he placed her with as much gentleness as he could muster. He disposed of the syringe and walked over to watch her looking at him with drowsy eyes. He dropped down to his knees and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. She blinked and did not open her eyes as sleep took her.

When Hazina woke up, Kyleth's arm was draped over her waist. She blinked at the clock and almost jumped out of the bed when she realized that she was, in fact, several hours late for her shift on the bridge. Kyleth's arm around her waist tightened as he pulled her back against him. You have been relieved for today.

He pressed a kiss into the back of her head and inhaled deeply. Hazina looked at her black hair spread across both their forms. Kyleth ran his fingers through the locks so that they were in perfect symmetry. He pressed a warm kiss into her neck and rested his face against her cheek. Her fingers interlocked his as she turned to him and kissed him gently. She knew he would hesitate to touch her again, because he was afraid he would hurt her like last time. What she could not get him to understand, however, was the fact that that had been a good kind of hurt. Also, he had been under much duress during that time.

He pressed their foreheads together before he moved closer to her then directed his attention to the gray walls. Hazina smiled slightly and rested her head against the softness of the pillow. Would it always be that hard to convince him that she wanted what he refused to give her? Should she try and encourage him through the link they shared? She swallowed as everything in her mind became clear. The smile on her face widened until she could no longer stop herself from shaking with laughter. Hazina cleared her throat and stood from the bed. She did not look at Kyleth until she was at the door. Turning on her heels, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a passionate kiss before escaping. Another smile broke the seriousness of her face as she walked down the hall filled with a desire that wasn't completely hers.

A/N: For some silly reason, I'm working on two other stories. So, the updates for this one will probably be kind of slow. *shrugs*