A Rose By Another Name

Chapter 1

Archer was going about his day looking at the faces of some of the new crew that came on board a few weeks ago as he passed by them. He tried to remember their names but a few had escaped him. He entered the mess and there she was. The name he would not forget. Ensign Crystal Greene. He took a moment to study her form without looking like he was looking. She had the most perfect rounded ass, curved hips, dainty waist and luscious big round...eyes. God the things he would do to those...eyes.

He cleared his head of those thoughts and hurried to his adjacent dining hall praying that his body wasn't betraying his thoughts or that no one was paying attention.

Typically speaking he never really liked taking on new crew, but as Captain, it was something that he had to contend with as things always change in Starfleet. Personnel gets promoted, people get homesick, better opportunities on other ships...a hundred reasons why a person might leave and that meant the person leaving had to be replaced.

It always seemed that as soon as he started to get to know someone...really know them...they were gone. Years ago he stopped trying to get too close to people, other than his senior staff, as he never knew when they might up and leave. He just simply concentrated on the basics. Name, rank and area of expertise. But Crystal Greene was different.

He knew that she was an only child whose parents divorced when she was young. Her mother never remarried and her father seemed to have fallen off of the map. She was from a small town in Ohio. Oddly enough the town she was from was named Enterprise. He actually had to look it up to confirm that there really was an Enterprise, Ohio. It was one of those 'blink and you miss it' type towns and the type that would drive him nuts if he had to stay more than a day there. No night life, no hustle and bustle of the city...hell he didn't even think they had a movie theater. Nope, not his type of town and he could see why she wanted out as fast as possible.

She entered the Starfleet Science Academy promptly at eighteen. Did well in her courses, took propulsion theory and biochemistry. Her weapons training scores weren't so great but still passable and her hand-to-hand defense training...well...she barely squeaked by on that one. He had the wicked thought of making it his personal mission to work with her on that, but knew it would not only be inappropriate, but raise a lot of eyebrows. He yielded that one to Malcolm to work with her, who then in turn delegated the task to a junior lieutenant, McMillan. Lieutenant Nancy McMillan had been working with Greene for the past week. Jon would check the Lieutenant's daily report and saw that there was promising improvement.

Since she worked primarily in the science department, he didn't see much of her, only at lunch time and even then it was hit or miss. In a way he was a little happy for that since fraternizing was a serious breach of regulation and a one nighter wasn't worth his career for...but they couldn't stop him from thinking about it...right?

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Jon was alone in the exercise room working on his biceps when Ensign "oh my sweet dear lord" Greene walked in. She was dressed in skin tight leotards that looked like they were painted on. What he wouldn't give to be those leotards right now. Her tank top was just as tight, her...eyes...stretching the fabric. He shuddered.

She tipped her head to him. "Captain."

"Ensign." He responded without sounding like a love sick teenage puppy. He continued his bicep workout and watched as she took a spot to the side and went into a series of stretches. She bent over and her ass became more perfectly rounded. Jon dropped the dumbbell and felt the crack in his toe as he let out a yelp.

"Fuck! Son of a bitch!" He hollered as she rushed over to help.

"Captain! Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." His voice tight with the pain radiating from his foot. "Sorry about the language. That wasn't very Captain-like was it?"

She looked down at the dumbbell and noted the amount of weight programmed in. "I don't think even a Catholic priest could hold back a curse having 45 pounds dropping on their foot. Don't worry about that...I've heard and said worse. Here let me help you."

"No. I'm fine...really." He went to stand but as soon as he put the slightest amount of weight on his foot, he crumbled.

"You're not fine. Stop trying to play the tough guy routine and let me help you." She reached under his arm helping him to stand, then put his arm around her neck and held him up with her arm around his waist. "That's it. Just lean on me. Keep your weight off that foot and we'll get you to sickbay."

As he limped down the hall he was surprised that her dainty frame could support his weight and tried his best not to put too much of himself onto her. He could smell the scent of her perfume and it enticed him. He had the evil thought of accidentally on purpose brushing his hand against her luscious...eye...but thought better of it.

As he hobbled into sickbay. Phlox jumped from his desk to help get him onto the bio-bed. "He dropped a 45 pound dumbbell on his foot." Greene informed Phlox as she bent down to remove his boot and sock. The big toe was swollen and had turned different shades of purple and red. "Looks like it's broken. Going to be off it a few days, Captain."

Phlox ran a scanner over Jon's foot. "You're correct Ensign, it is broken. How did you know?"

She shrugged. "Seen my fair share of injuries. Will you need help getting back to your quarters, Captain?"

"No. I think I can take it from here ensign...ensign...I'm sorry, I don't know your name." He lied.

"Greene sir. Crystal Greene."

"Ensign Greene. Thank you for the help."

"No problem sir. Get better." She left.