I do not own Star Trek or anything to do with said franchise. However, I own Alianna Lordeck and co-own Sindari Lordeck and this plot. This fic is based on the new movie, and thus, takes place in the alternate universe of the movie. It's rated for lots of bad language and some sexual scenes (let's face it, it is Captain Kirk we're talking about), and violence and some drinking. You know, standard stuff. Should be lots of fun and I apologize in advance if any of the information about Star Trek is wrong. I've tried to do research, but hey, with eleven movies, five live-action shows and one animated show, along with multiple books and such, getting all the facts straight is kind of hard. Anyways, enjoy.

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked
Chapter One: Don't Wait Up.

"Captain, I'm getting a distress signal. It's a Federation shuttle."

James Tiberius Kirk, the recently-made Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise, looked at Lieutenant Nyota Uhura, who was staring back at him with her wide brown eyes, waiting for his command. He leaned on one arm of his command chair and turned his blue-eyed gaze out the window, peering into the space before him. "Chekov, are we the closest Federation ship in the area?" he asked. When you the young ensign nodded, Kirk gestured to Sulu, the helmsman, and said, "Full warp then, Mister Sulu." There were several beeps as the course was laid in and the barely perceptible lurch as the Starship jumped from impulse power to warp speed.

"I'm picking up another signal, Captain," Uhura informed him a couple minutes later. "I… I'm not sure what the origin of the ship is, but it's close to the Federation shuttle."

"Any signs of hostility from the other ship?"

"Negative, Keptin," Chekov chirped from his console. "I am not picking up any weapon signatures from either of the wessles. It should be safe to drop out of warp right next to the shuttlecrafts."

"Excellent. You heard him Mister Sulu."

"Yes sir. Dropping out of warp in five… four… three… two… one."

The Enterprise slowed back to impulse power and slid towards the suspended shuttles in front of them. The Federation vessel was, like most Federation shuttles, large and rectangular with the identification number of the ship it came from painted on the side in large black letters. Apparently it was a shuttle from the U.S.S. Marissa. There were no lights on in the shuttle, which set off warning bells in Kirk's head, but it was the other vessel that drew his attention. It looked incredibly dark next to the shiny silver of the Federation vessel, and there were large spots of rust splattered across the dented hull. There was no identification visible at first, but the ships were floating close enough together that the crew of the Enterprise knew the Federation vessel had been boarded. There were lights on in the mysterious vessel, and figures could be seen moving around. Handheld weapons were clearly discernable.

Kirk slipped off his chair and strode across the Bridge, up to the window. "Hail them on all channels."

"Nothing sir. They're ignoring us."

The Captain stared at the ship for a moment. There was something written on the hull, but it was half obscured with rust and unintelligible. "Keep trying," he muttered as he tried to figure out who the ship belonged to.

"Still nothing."

"All right then. Mister Sulu, Chekov—you're with me. Mister Scott," he said after he walked over to the nearest console and called Engineering. "Meet us in the Transporter Bay and prepare to beam three onto the Federation shuttle." He turned to face the assembled crew. "Mister Spock, you have the Bridge." He gestured to the helmsman and the navigator and they fell in behind their captain as he headed for the lift.

Whatever the Orions had used to bind her wrists and ankles was cutting into her flesh, and the blindfold was tied tight enough to give her a headache. There was blood trickling down to pool stickily in her palms and dripping into her boots. Her breathing was heavy and ragged from struggling vainly against her bonds. All around her there were soft whimpers and noises from the others who had been captured and whoever was beside her was leaning heavily on her legs, cutting off her circulation; her one foot was already tingling with pins and needles. When they'd been captured hours ago, Alianna Lordeck had been shoved into the cargo bay roughly, stumbling over someone and falling on her face. Her lip and cheek had split on her teeth and there was blood filling her mouth, but she was more concerned for the others around her. Alianna and her sister Sindari had been the only Starfleet officers aboard their shuttle, and they could take care of themselves, but the rest of the passengers were civilians and they had trusted Alianna and Sindari to take care of them on the journey from Andoria, where the sisters had been on extended shore leave, visiting their ambassador parents, back to the U.S.S. Marissa.

"Ali?" came her sister's voice in a whisper.

Alianna spit out a mouthful of bloody spit onto the metal floor and turned her head. "Sin? Are you OK?" Before they had been tossed into the cargo bay like so much trash, Alianna had seen her sister bite the hand of one of the Orion captures, earning her quite the savage knock around the head.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Bleeding from the head, but what else is new with us? Everyone's OK over here. How about over there?"

"We're all fine," someone said.

"Are you sure?" Alianna asked. There had been children aboard that ship. Being captured by slave traders wasn't something conducive to the growth of a kid, and if any one of their captors had hit one of the kids… Alianna closed her eyes behind the blindfold and pushed the terrible thought from her mind and tried to focus; tried not to think about the fact that she was bound.

"Yes, I'm sure," the same voice said again. "Maybe a little banged up, but—"

"Shut up in there!" one of the traders called, banging whatever weapon he had against the metal walls of the cargo bay and sending an uproarious racket rattling through the walls. "Or we'll gag you all too!"

"You shut up you asshole!" Alianna shot back, wincing against the influx of pain from her headache. She wiggled out from under whoever was pinning her legs down and tried to push herself to her knees, but something collided with the back of her head and sent her sprawling forward again, her shoulder landing on something small and round, and her teeth cutting into her tongue. "Fuck," she muttered, her voice sounding rather muffled as her tongue swelled.

"My sentiments exactly," someone whispered. "You landed on my antenna."

Alianna blinked furiously behind her blindfold, trying to rid her eyes of the tears blooming out of pain. "Sorry," she replied to the man, who could have only been Andorian.

"I said shut up!" the guard roared again.

Ten hours earlier, the Federation shuttle from the U.S.S. Marissa had been intercepted by an Orion slave trading vessel six hours out of Andorian orbit, sending out a distress signal—one that had so far gone unanswered—as it went offline. The Lordeck sisters being the only trained officers onboard couldn't fight off the attack themselves and, even though some of the civilians had fought tooth and nail, everyone had ended up in the cargo bay of the trading ship, bound and blindfolded. As far as she knew, Alianna and Sindari were the only ones sporting any serious injuries however, and they were counting that among their blessings. The Orions hadn't said anything about where they were taking them or if they were working for the Syndicate, they had just taken them aboard and put them in the dark, a massive, disorganized pile of bodies. Alianna didn't mind being wedged into a small space with all the other people. She didn't mind the heat or the smell or the small space. She didn't even really mind being held hostage. But the bonds holding her arms behind her back and her feet pressed together were giving her some trouble; she was merinthphobic, afraid of being bound, and even though she had been able to keep her reaction to a minimum, the sweat dripping into her eyes was not helping matters and she was having trouble doing what she knew she had to: finding a way out of this situation for all involved.

There was the sudden zapping noise of a phaser discharging, drawing Alianna's attentions away from her phobia and her thoughts. The cargo bay door slammed shut as the guard cussed and ran off, charging his weapon with a high-pitched whirring as he went. Several loud thuds and screams echoed down the hall. Alianna wished she wasn't blindfolded, although she doubted she could see anything anyway. What felt like hours later but was probably only minutes, there was a long, loud grating noise as the door was opened and light flooded in. Alianna braced herself for more shouting and perhaps more beating around the head with a weapon, but it didn't come.

"They are all in here," a heavily accented male voice said. He sounded Russian. It wasn't a voice Alianna had heard before. Perhaps the distress signal from the shuttle had been picked up after all.

"All of them?" another new voice asked.

"Yes. I found a passenger list. There were fifty-eight people on board and by first count, there are fifty-eight people in the cargo bay," said the Russian man.

"Well, we best start freeing them while the Captain finishes talking to the Orions."

Captain? Are these people Starfleet? Alianna wondered. I hope so… Maybe they're from the Marissa but I've never heard their voices before… She wiggled onto her knees and her shoulder cracked against the wall. She cursed under her breath and twisted so she could sit on her butt, wedged into the corner with her right shoulder pressed against the wall to her side and her knees against the wall in front of her, meaning her back was to open space. Her breathing quickened again as she started to feel more bound in than before, but she closed her eyes and forced herself to stay as calm as she could. If they're not Starfleet, I at least hope they're from the Federation. In front of her, she could hear the passengers thanking whoever was rescuing them profusely, some crying and the youngest child on board screaming as it was reunited with her mother. I must be at the back of the cargo bay… she thought, realizing everyone ahead of her was being rescued first. Finally, the sounds of people being freed appeared to her left and she knew someone was approaching her. She'd be free soon, untied. And just like that, her mind returned to the fact that she was bound. Cold sweat broke out on her brow and she started shaking, breathing rapidly and whimpering ever so slightly. Alianna struggled at her bonds, not even noticing as the ropes cut deeper into her flesh and more blood dripped down her hands.

"Easy there," a third new voice said in a calming tone.

Alianna didn't realize she was being addressed, so when the hand appeared on her arm, she reacted with her first instinct: attack. She threw her head backwards with all the force she could muster and felt the bone and cartilage crack on her head, just above where the guard had hit her with his weapon. It hurt her like hell and little white spots of light appeared on the back of the blindfold. She was pretty sure she felt more blood trickling down her neck from the new wound, but she knew she'd broken the nose of whoever had grabbed her from behind; by the strangled scream of pain and the voice she'd heard before she'd been grabbed, she assumed it had been a man. That fact made her savagely happy and calmed her quite quickly; Alianna Lordeck took a sick pleasure in her ability to beat up men. As his hand wound around her bound wrist, she pulled her other arm forward, readying herself to smash her elbow into whatever part of him she could reach. She was blindfolded, tied up, on a strange ship, freaked out and looking for a fight to bring herself back to normal.

"Ali, no!" came her sister's voice, stopping her before she could move. Alianna turned her blindfolded eyes to her sister's voice, savouring the comforting noise. As the adrenaline from her phobia and from fighting faded from her system, she clung to the only familiar thing around. "They're Starfleet! It's Starfleet! It's OK!"

The fiery young woman sagged into the man's hand, if a little reluctantly. A small groan escaped her lips. She was happy they'd been rescued, happy everyone was OK, but there had been a little tiny piece of her that had been hoping for a fight with someone.

Whoever was holding her helped her gently onto her feet. He cut the bonds around her ankles and then untied the blindfold and Alianna blinked as the harsh lights of the cargo bay hit her eyes. A second later, the rope binding her wrists was removed as well and she gratefully rubbed at her eyes with her fingers. Alianna groaned again as the headache caused by the blindfold flared into full-fledged agony behind her right eye. "What the hell took you guys so long?" she asked no one in particular as she continued to rub her eyes. "The distress signal would have been sent out hours ago when we were captured. Are you guys just slow?"

The answering voice came from behind her; the man who'd been holding her. "We were no where near here." His voice was cocky and a little rough. Alianna quite liked the way it sounded.

She rallied herself quickly. "There were no Starfleet vessels in the area? I find that kind of hard to believe, since we are in Federation Space!" Alianna turned around and fixed her bright green eyes on the man.

He was a few inches taller than her with light brown, short and messy hair and startlingly bright blue eyes, a darker ring of colour around the edge of the iris. His mouth was slightly lopsided, but his smile was easy and confident as was the way he held himself: like he belonged in the room; like he owned the room. That he could maintain that attitude even as he was holding his broken nose between thumb and forefinger and had blood covering the lower half of his face was quite impressive. He was indeed Starfleet, according to the yellow uniform shirt and the Starfleet insignia on the left side of his chest. He was quite attractive and Alianna had to mentally slap herself again.

"Who are you anyway? I don't recognize your face." Alianna demanded, taking no notice of his rank. If she was being honest—and she always was—she didn't really care what his rank was.

"Captain James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise," he said with the barest hint of pride in his voice and a bit of a smirk on his lips. "And you are?"

"It's none of your damn business who I am." Alianna's eyes narrowed further. How the hell does he have that attitude with his face smashed in? "And I've never—"

"Ali! Ali, it's Captain Kirk! You know: the guy who beat the Kobiyashi Maru test! You wrote that—"

She shut her sister up with a wave of her hand as a faint blush crept into her cheeks, but Alianna blinked and stared at the man, trying to see Kirk's face properly beneath the carnage she'd caused.

He just smiled his arrogant grin and let out a small chuckle, wincing slightly as his nose protested. "So you have heard of me? And you wrote something about me? Sounds like you're quite the fan…" Kirk's grin grew. "Are you going to tell me your name now?"

"Lieutenant Commander Alianna Lordeck, sir," she said, consenting grudgingly. He was a Captain after all and he was above her. He was her superior. "I am the head of Security on the U.S.S. Marissa, sir." The way she used the title made it blatantly obvious she didn't respect James T. Kirk. Regardless of his reputation. And the admiration she had for his performance on the un-winnable test. And the fact that she was finding it hard to look away from his face. The expression she had twisted her face into just reinforced her voice. "Thank you for rescuing us, sir."

"Hm… no need to honour me so much, Lordeck."

"Shut your face."

"ALI!" her sister gasped. "You can not talk to a Captain like that!"

Alianna, who didn't look away from James T. Kirk, narrowed her eyes further and placed her blood-covered hands on her hips. She knew she would be digging herself a hole, but she couldn't help it. "Watch me." The Captain just kept smiling at her. "What the hell are you smiling at?! Are you going to go back to your ship—the Enterprise—or are we just going to stand here staring at each other? There are people with injuries who need to be healed."

"Well, if you look around the cargo bay, you will see that you, that other woman and me are the only ones left."

Alianna pulled her gaze away from Kirk and looked around the very empty bay. Sindari was standing behind Alianna, looking flabbergasted with her sister's behaviour—which she really shouldn't have been, as Alianna had always acted brashly when she was uncomfortable or over emotional. She opened her mouth to say something as she turned back to Kirk, stopping as the familiar lines of light and tingling sensation of transporting spread through her body. Kirk, still holding his nose, smiled at her as they began to disappear. Alianna rolled her eyes. When they rematerialized on the transporter pad, she was still rolling her eyes, but Kirk was already moving away.

"Follow me ladies. Sick bay is this way."

Sindari appeared beside Alianna, hands on her head, fingers tangled in her short red hair. "I can not believe you were talking to him like that. Ali, you've already got one warning on your record."

"What do you care? If I get myself kicked out, that's my problem isn't it?" Alianna descended from the pad and headed in the same direction Kirk had gone a moment before, ignoring her sister as Sindari rolled her eyes. As she left the Transporter Bay and turned the corner, she walked into said Starship Captain. "What the hell?"

"You have quite the temper, don't you?"

"Shut. The. Hell. Up. And take me to Sick Bay."

Kirk shrugged his shoulders best he could with his hand still occupied at his nose. Alianna and Sindari followed him through hallways and down several decks to the Sick Bay in silence. Every once in a while Sindari would shoot her sister a look and then turn her gaze back to the hall in front of them and Alianna would roll her eyes at her sister. In Sick Bay, a surly-looking physician with dark hair and hard eyes took Alianna to the table farthest from the door and started scanning her. He was introduced as Leonard McCoy, also known as Bones, and he was the head medical officer. It only took about fifteen minutes for the man to bandage her up before he moved on to look at Kirk's nose.

"How did this happen?" he asked. "The bridge is nearly crushed. Was the guy who punched you wearing a metal glove or something?"

Alianna smirked, pleased she was able to defunct the macho image. "It was my head. I broke his nose with my head."

Bones looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "You must have a hard head."

"Apparently," she said as she slid off the bed and moved to stand at the foot of Kirk's bed. "So, Captain, are we going to try and contact the Marissa? I mean, since that ship was much closer than the Enterprise and they didn't respond to the distress call, I think there might be something wrong. Don't you?" Alianna felt her own eyebrow lift, and she leaned into the gesture, propping herself up with her hands on the end of Kirk's hospital bed. "And are you going to take us back to the Marissa?"

"I like this one Jim," Bones said.

Kirk rolled his eyes, but didn't reply to his friend's comment. "Yes, we're going to try and contact your ship and yes, we're going to take you back." As Bones finished putting the brace on the Captain's nose and handed him a wet towel to wipe the blood away, the tall man hopped down to stand in front of Alianna. "Lieutenant Uhura has been trying to contact the Marissa since Mister Sulu and Chekov returned from the shuttle. We'll let you know as soon as we have anything, but in the mean time, why don't we find you and your sister somewhere to rest?" The arrogant smirk was back, but it was a little more devastating without the blood covering his chin. Surprisingly, the effect wasn't damped by the brace on his nose.

Alianna glared all the more for that. "Fine."

As soon as Alianna, Sindari and Kirk were bandaged and all the rescued civilians were settled in and had calmed down, Kirk returned to the Bridge and to his command and a female ensign whose name Alianna didn't catch led her and Sindari to adjacent quarters that were unoccupied. Without saying anything to her sister or the ensign, Alianna retreated into her new quarters, the doors hissing shut behind her, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She stared intently at the wall for a while, trying to centre herself, to restore some measure of calm after all that had happened in the last day. After a moment, she fell backwards and put her clean hands over her eyes as she sighed heavily.

They had to contact the Marissa. Captain Joseph DeFalco, who had personally trained Alianna through much of her time at the Starfleet Academy, had been in command of the ship and if something had happened to him, to the ship, to anyone else aboard… Alianna didn't know what she was going to do. She didn't know if she could take it. The crew of the Marissa was her family.

There was a buzz at her door, but she didn't pay any attention to it. It was probably Sindari, just checking on her hot-tempered big sister. Alianna kept her eyes closed and prayed Sindari would think she was asleep and leave her alone.

Uhura hadn't been able to reach the Marissa. Sulu had found the coordinates of the Starship in the computer of the shuttle and the ship was definitely there, but they weren't responding on any channel, and they were still too far away to do any scans for signs of life. Travelling at warp speed into an unknown situation was not a wise idea, but he wished there was some information he could give the Lordeck sisters and the civilians they had rescued. He was getting impatient, and he wasn't looking forward to telling either of them—especially Alianna—there was no word from their old ship. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but her temper was slightly intimidating. It wasn't anything Kirk couldn't handle, but he had never met a woman as fiery or as stubborn as her. It was a little unsettling.

He turned the corner and ran into Alianna.

"What the—"

"'Hell', I know," he finished. He smiled down at the woman with her intense green eyes.

The upper corner of her lip twitched with unspoken insults and she put her hands on her hips. The marks from her bonds stood out harshly on her pale skin, drawing Kirk's attention. "Have you heard anything from the Marissa?" she asked suddenly, jumping right to the topic Kirk was looking to discuss the least.

"Uhm… no."

"No?! What do you mean 'no'?"

"Don't freak out! Just because we haven't reached them yet doesn't mean we won't. We're still a fairly long distance from the ship's location and they could be having trouble—"

"Oh please. You know as well as I do that they're probably floating in space, dead."

"Wow. You're pessimistic."

Alianna scrunched up her face and folded her arms across her chest. Kirk thought it might have been to keep herself from hitting him, as she looked ready to punch him in the face or whatever part of him she could reach. "I'm realistic. When you can't contact a Starship, generally there's nothing good going on. I thought you were supposed to be smart or something. Didn't you get command of the Enterprise in three years?"

"Huh, for someone so hateful you sure know a lot about me," Kirk said, his smirk coming to the surface almost without conscious thought. "And I know nothing about you."

"Well don't count on getting to know anything about me."

"You're playing hard to get."

"Well since I don't want you to 'get' me, that's a pretty strange thing for me to do." Alianna turned and started walking back to her temporary quarters, her dark and ragged ponytail swinging rapidly back and forth. "And don't follow me. I'm going to sleep."

"I like sleep."

She whirled around so fast, Kirk almost got hit in the face by her hair. There was fire in her bright green eyes, but there was a different set to her face, to her eyes. "You are a Captain," she hissed. "I am your subordinate. Stop it." And then she turned around and all but ran into her quarters.

Kirk smiled to himself and headed to his quarters as well.

Alianna's eyes burned as she fought the tears. She didn't want to cry. Crying had always made her feel weak, but, where she had usually been able to suppress the emotions before, she was finding it strangely difficult to keep herself from shedding tears. Not even thoughts of her father's disappointment dried her eyes, and that always worked; repressed anger from childhood and all that. She was lying on her back on her bed staring at the ceiling again, trying very hard not to think about her friends aboard the Marissa, but like her tears, she was finding it hard to stop.

They couldn't be gone. They had to be alive.

She sat up and pressed the heels of her hands hard into her eyes, ignoring the pain. No, stop thinking about them. They'll be fine… We'll get to the coordinates and Kirk will be right: the communications equipment isn't working and they just couldn't answer us or something… Alianna focused on that thought, but the negative side kept popping into her mind. No, you were right. Your hunches are usually right. The ship is out there, sure, but everyone is dead. Everyone you ever cared about except your sister and your parents is dead. She closed her eyes and pulled her knees up to her chest, replacing the pressure on her eyeballs and wrapping her arms around her legs, holding herself in the tight ball.

Come on Ali, she finally told herself. There is no point in getting so worked up until we get there.

She uncurled and shifted into a more comfortable position, facing out the window of her room, staring at the stars instead of the wall. Her unusually bright green eyes stared back at her from her severe face, unblinking underneath a matted mess of her very dark brown hair, still half tied in a ponytail. The young woman sighed heavily, her straight shoulders falling and a new thought entering her mind.

I need a shower.

She could suddenly feel the dried blood trails on the back of her neck and shoulders, cracking and flaking with every movement she made, and the general layer of grime and sweat covering her made her feel exceptionally dirty, even though she knew she looked like she'd just finished a day of hard labour and nothing more. Grunting vague expletives, Alianna climbed off the bed and headed for the attached bathroom, hoping against her common sense that Enterprise would have normal showers and not those blasted sonic showers. On a Starship as new and as advanced as the Enterprise was however, it was unlikely she would find such "archaic" technology as water showers.

Alianna was, nonetheless, severely disappointed by the technology in her bathroom.

"Damn it," she breathed. "Oh well, better than nothing."

With some serious effort, she managed to get her hair out of the ponytail and brushed mostly free of the knots before she undressed. It took almost three times as long to prepare for the shower than actually taking the shower, which was over in a matter of minutes. Alianna was surprised to find that she felt as clean as, or more so than she would have, with water.

There was another buzz at her door.

Slightly annoyed, Alianna wrapped a fluffy white towel around herself and went to open the door, thinking it was her sister, just coming to check on her again. When the hydraulic doors opened however, she was not looking at her red-headed sister, but a tall Vulcan with something off about his eyes. She knew who he was, as he had taught several classes at the Starfleet Academy and had a reputation for being a little off for a Vulcan. This was Commander Spock, First Officer of the Enterprise.

He took in her towel-clad appearance with the barest of glances. "I am sorry to interrupt, Lieutenant Commander Lordeck, but the Captain wished that you and your sister were introduced to the First Officer and were given suitable uniforms to wear while you are aboard Enterprise and for when you are returned to your crew."

"If we ever are," Alianna muttered, taking the folded bundle of black clothing. "Thank you, Commander."

"You are welcome."

"Oh Ali! You're awake!"

Spock and Alianna both turned at the arrival of Sindari, who was staring at the Vulcan with one eyebrow raised and a hand half-extended towards her sister's shoulder, no doubt about to make a comment about her sister's choice of apparel. A bright blush appeared instantly on Sindari's pale, pale cheeks and she averted her eyes, just as bright as Alianna's, and stared at her boots. The longer the Vulcan Commander stood there, the darker the blush in her cheeks got. Realizing the situation was tense, Spock disappeared with a nod of farewell down the hallway, and only when he had rounded the corner and his boots could no longer be heard clicking quietly, did Sindari look up and loosen her clenched teeth. Instead of any words of explanation to her odd behaviour, only an exasperated giggle came out, indicating Sindari's stress to her sister. When she tried to speak again—hopefully to explain why seeing Commander Spock made her so stressed—she was interrupted by a passer-by in the hall.

"Nice towel, Lordeck."

Pointedly ignoring the Captain, Alianna ushered her sister into her quarters and sighed as the doors hissed closed behind her. It was then she noticed her sister was dressed not in the civilian clothes she'd been wearing aboard the shuttle, but a black dress with the Starfleet insignia sewn into the fabric below her left shoulder and the recognizable boots of the Starfleet uniform on her feet. Alianna looked down at the pile of cloth in her hand and scoffed. She didn't want to wear a dress, not without leggings of some kind underneath, but she knew she'd have no choice, since all of her uniforms were aboard the Marissa with most of her personal possessions and they wouldn't reach the ship until the middle of the next day at least.

"Oh come on Ali, you can wear the dress for a while," Sindari said, getting over her blush.

"I know, I know; I just hate them."

Author's Note… OK, so I know I shouldn't star anymore fics, but the new Star Trek movie was super awesome and I just couldn't wait. And, since I'm writing mainly for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of my friends who are helping me write and improve my writing, it doesn't matter anyway. I'll update what I feel like when I feel like it.

Except no, because I want to try and set up some sort of deadline. Bah. Like that'll ever work. I can't stick to schedules.

Oh and merinthophobia is a fear of being tied up, for those who don't know. Although, I think I said that in the story…

This is a huge endeavour for me, by the way, so please be gentle. No flames, please. It'll get better, I promise.

Ah, I love Kirk. Just for your information…

Next Chapter: Chicky Can Kick Ass.