Yay for the sequel! I'm so pumped to write this you guys, I hope you all like it. Reviews are greatly appreciated, and will help me to keep updating the story If you haven't read the previous story, I would suggest going back and reading it first, but you don't have to. You just might be a little lost on some things.

Disclaimer: I own only the OCs, although I do wish I owned Star Trek

I sat at the Enterprise's bar, all alone with my usual cup of water. It had been a week since Kirk told me he actually loved me, along with finding out my father had died; I'd also met some other people, who also worked on the Enterprise. I'd become pretty good friends with Scotty, and this one other girl who worked in Sickbay. It was the first night back on the Enterprise, and it brought back all the exciting-yet terrifying memories of their previous scrap with the ex-leader of Ba'ku, which had happened a little over six months ago. The formal leader of Ba'ku was impeached, which resulted in him creating a machine to use against his own planet that would slowly suffocate the inhabitants of that planet. Luckily, we'd stopped him just in time- surprisingly enough. We'd been on a few smaller missions, just exploring different territories.

Even though it had only been a day, I'd already had a fight with Kirk about something that was so small and stupid. It had to do with me not being upset about my father's death, and Kirk saying it seemed like it didn't phase me at all. Don't get me wrong, I was terribly distraught about it, but I didn't want to focus on those emotions. So I wound up pushing those emotions to the back of my mind so that it wouldn't affect me.

I felt stupid fighting about it. I'd been the one who'd started the yelling; I'd overreacted because I was too on edge. His little comment, or whatever it was, just set me off. It wasn't his fault at all, which made me feel even worse.

Bones, Kirk, and Scotty walked into the bar, interrupting my thoughts. Scotty and Bones nodded politely at me, but Kirk didn't even acknowledge me. Annoyed, I took a sip of my water, and slammed it back down on the table.

"Hello, Yohanna!" an all too familiar, and enthusiastic, voice said. My mood increased as soon as I saw Chekov standing there in front of me.

"Hey!" I jumped up out of my chair, and hugged him, causing Chekov to blush, and Kirk to look over at us while he was ordering drinks. I smiled a bit to myself when I saw that jealous look in Kirk's eye. "How are you? How was your time off?"

We both sat down at the table, as he told me all about his relaxing time off. "You know zat Russia vas the first country to establish colonies for different alien races?" I had to laugh, Leave it to Chekov to bring up Russia into a normal conversation; good old Chekov and the pride he took in his country. "So hov vas your time off?" he asked me, still smiling that boyish smile.

"It was good," I said, leaving out the fact that my father had just died. "I basically just hung out with some friends-"

"Uh, Yohanna, is eweryzing okay? Keptain Kirk keeps on looking ower here." I looked back at Kirk, who was, indeed, looking over at us, making sure we weren't doing anything suspicious.

I sighed, and shook my head. "No, I don't think everything is." I looked down at my hands, a little bit embarrassed. "I better go; but I'll see you tomorrow. I'm really sorry I'm running out on you."

Chekov nodded, automatically picking up on what was going on between Kirk and me. "It's no problem. It vas nice talking vith you."

I smiled, and rose up out of my chair, smiling. "It was nice talking to you too."

I slipped out of the bar, quietly, but not before catching Kirk's eye. I wanted to make sure he saw me leaving. I heard him tell his friends he'd be right back, and then he followed me out of the bar. As soon as we were out of sight, Kirk grabbed my arm, and spun me around to face him.

"Kirk, I don't want to talk about it right now," I yelled, already knowing he was going to bring up the unfinished fight.

"Too bad, Jo-"

I was tired of being yelled at again, and of fighting, so I sucked up my pride, and interrupted, "Look, I'm sorry. I overreacted; I'm really, really sorry. I don't want that stupid fight to screw us up; that would really suck, because Kirk, I do love you-" there I was rambling again, "and the only reason why I snapped at you was because I was overwhelmed; it wasn't your fault, but I still took it out on you-" He finally shut me up by pressing his soft, warm lips to mine.

Kirk was good at that: knowing when to interrupt my rambling. I could feel him smiling; he knew he'd instantly calmed me down with that kiss.

He pulled away, still smiling, and asked, "Do you want to come back to my room?"

I laughed. "Wow, first we were fighting, and now you want me to come to your room, and what about your friends at the bar?"

Kirk shrugged. "They'll understand; now seriously, Jo, do you?" Instead of teasing him even more, I seriously thought about it. Why'd we always have to go to his room? Mine was perfectly fine.

"Why don't we go back to my place? We never go to my place-" Stop it, Jo, you're nagging "I miss my place."

He laughed, and took my hand, leading me down the confusing hallways of the Enterprise. "Yeah, I guess we can," he said, quietly, not wanting to wake up the people in the other rooms.

I took the liberty of leading him the rest of the way down to my room, and entered the code to get into my room. The doors swished open, and we entered into my room. The doors closed behind us, and Kirk began exploring around my room.

"When did you put pictures in here?" he asked, picking up a picture of my friends and me after my first show as a prima ballerina.

"This morning when I moved back in," I replied, walking over to Kirk. "I wanted to make it feel like home."

Kirk nodded, and turned around to face me, smiling. He wrapped his arms around my waist, instantly sending chills up my spine; I looked up at him, smiling back at him.

"So, why were you hanging out with Chekov?" Kirk asked. "You looked very happy with him."

My smile grew even wider as I began to realize that I really did make him jealous. "Do I detect a little jealousy?"

"No," Kirk lied, focusing his gaze on whatever was behind me.

"I was hanging out with him because he's my friend." Kirk still wasn't looking at me. I placed a hand on his cheek, and gently turned his face so he would look at me. "Hey, he's nothing more than a friend, I love you, and would never do that to you. Don't worry." I gently kissed him, and then walked over to my closet; I reached into one of my boots that I never wear for my secret stash of cigarettes. I pulled one out the pack, and reached for my lighter, only to have it snatched out of my hand by Kirk.

"I thought you were giving that up," Kirk pointed out, grabbing my stash of cigarettes, along with the cigarette I was holding. He was right, I did give it up for a while, not wanting to end up like my mother; but right now, I couldn't take it anymore, and I needed to smoke. "You promised me, Jo."

I had promised him I would quit, and he'd promised me he would help. A tinge of guilt surfaced as I thought about that. He'd been keeping his end of the bargain, and I was starting to slip up. Once again, I sucked up my pride, and said, "I'm seriously sorry, Kirk, I'm trying my hardest. It's just really hard for me to quit." I looked down at my fett, embarrassed. It seemed like I was apologizing a lot, which was getting easier to do; but it sucked.

Kirk tilted my head up so that I would look at him. "Just as long as you don't smoke, it's okay. You haven't smoked, right?"

Meekly, I shook my head. The truth, however, was that I had smoked earlier that day after we'd gotten into a fight; but he didn't have to know that. As long as he didn't smell the smoke- which miraculously he didn't- I was safe.

I did want to quit, in my defense, just not cold turkey like that. It would've been easier to quit if Kirk allowed me to drink; but unfortunately he didn't because Bones had told him it wasn't good for my condition to drink.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?" I asked him, randomly, changing the subject. "I'm going to the kitchen for some water."

He nodded. "Yeah, I'll take a water too." I smiled up at him, and walked over to the kitchen. I went over to the cupboard, pulled out two glasses, and walked over to the sink to fill up the glasses; but I never did wind up filling them. As soon as I reached the sink, I had a sudden emotional flashback to the day of my mother's funeral. Tears threatened to fall again. As I relived seeing my mother's open casket, and my father crying for the first, and last, time. My whole body began to quiver as I saw my mother being placed into her grave; I thought about how my father must be laying next to her now, peacefully; that fresh heap of dirt filling in the newly dug grave. I suddenly missed both of them, and longed to see them again, knowing that I never would.

I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing; sending the glasses crashing onto the ground around me. Shards of glass flew everywhere, making a mess of the kitchen floor.

Kirk was immediately at my side, cradling my in his arms. We didn't speak one word. He didn't even gloat that he was right. As much as I hated to, I had to admit I wasn't fine.

Well, there's the first chapter; I hope you liked it. I'm going to try to get the next one out in two days, but I can't promise anything. I also wanted to say thanks to srslyallison- for allowing me to use one of her characters, who should be showing up in the next chapter.