BoB-F: Hey peoples! Like many of you I've begun a Star Trek story after being inspired by the recent films. I've spent the last week delevoping a working plot, though it's subject to change.

Rath: You're getting distracted by Pretty in Pink, aren't you?

BoB-F: No... *glances at the TV*

Rath: You need to finish explaining!

BoB-F: But...I love 80's movies! OH! Breakfast Club is coming on next! *settles in to watch the movie*

Rath: *sigh* Basically, this story in outlined up to chapter ten. And she will be consulting her older brother on any StarTrek related trivia she puts in the story. She has knowledge on Next Generation and Voyager but that gives her little help with these characters.

BoB-F: Can I have a trenchcoat?

Rath: No, you may not. Because you'll go around pretending to be Khan, and we don't want you breaking things...again.

BoB-F: And here I was being nice and not mentioning how HOT the new Trek boys are,I guess I'll address that issue in the next chapter.

Rath: First Dante now this? Maybe I'll start wearing a trenchcoat?

BoB-F: That would be...nice. Also, does anyone else think that Khan from WOK looks like a cross between a caveman and David Bowie? And if anyone can guess what this fic is named after I'll make sure Kirk gives you a hug, groping or no groping at your request ;) Review as well please!

Chapter One: Daniels With a Little Jack

Missouri had never been one for melodramatics but she was sure as hell giving into them now. Today had been the worst day of her entire twenty-eight years of life. Demotion, how the hell had that snuck up on her like that? Undoubtedly this was truly-

Thee. Worst. Day. Ever.

So, still clad in her smoothly pressed Star Fleet dress uniform she made her way to her favorite dive bar this side of the planet, The Last Name.

Her tasteful heels clicked audibly against the fake hardwood flooring of the dimly lit bar. The door swung shut behind her and the few people that were close by looked up from their drinks and conversations on reflex. She studiously ignored them, she was a woman on a mission after all and marched up to the counter, taking one of the empty seats for herself.

Her Mission: To get completely fucked up.

"Six shots of Jack; keep my tab open, it's going to be a long night." The bartender took the offered electronic card, the name Missouri Daniels stamped in raised lettering across the front. He entered the card into the system and gave it back.

As he lined the desired number of glasses atop the bar he took in the appearance of Ms. Daniels. She was young, but clearly old enough judging by the age on her card and the miniscule laugh lines branching off from the corners of her light brown eyes. He started filling the glasses to the brim, running the opening of the bottle in a straight line to treat the rest of the shots the same, marginally spilling some as he righted the bottle of Jack.

The song changed to some trashy euro beat excuse for music just as Missouri took hold of her first shot and slung the dark liquid to the back of her throat. As soon as the glass was back no the counter the next shot was up at her lips, it continued in that fashion until all the little glasses were sitting empty.

"You're going to be trashed before the hours up." The bartender warned, curiously wondering where the slight woman had gotten the constitution to slam shots like she had.

"Honey, I grew up sucking back Tennessee whiskey. Now, how's about you grab me a tall one and I'll sit here patiently like a good girl and when you get back maybe I'll show you my bad side." Missouri fluttered her eyelash in a flirtatious wink and grinned just as wickedly when a blush stole across the young muscled bartenders face. She brushed her thick brown locks over her shoulder in a casual manner when Young Guns decided to go grab a Budweiser Classic.

In his haste he had given her the bottle unopened and upon examining it for a brief moment she rested the lip of the bottle against the countertop and slammed her hand down. There was a clink and the lid rested lazily on the bar top between the two. With another devious wink Missouri walked away, taking a swing from the long neck and searching for someone to forget her worries with.

Spock was still unsure of the decision that Jim had made. He had wanted to celebrate with everyone and he declared that the only way to do that was to go to a bar. While Spock knew this statement to be untrue, the rest of his peers had agreed with the Captain. So he had accompanied them at both Jim and Nyota's pleas. He thought to the name of the establishment and couldn't reason why the owner had decided to call it 'The Last Name'. Several hours from now, when his shipmates were beyond reason he would understand it perfectly.

Spock looked aroun, Mr. Scott sat across from him, his fellow Kenser to his left. Uhura was off getting another round with Mr. Sulu, in his periphery he could see that Jim and Ms. Carol Marcus were dancing jovially. Dr. McCoy sat down at the table having just arrived.

Missouri had ditched her hat and stiff ass jacket, both were laying on the bar, and she had also unbuttoned her shirt to try to cool of. The amount of booze she had consumed had caused her to overheat. Her appearance was completely rumpled, but she didn't give a flying fuck, she had another glass of Jack in her hand and a tall dark and handsome rubbing up against her.

She laughed as he kissed down her neck, still swaying to the music. The sensation excited her and she pulled the man closer; she was sure he had introduced himself but hell if she knew what his name was. He pulled away, dipping her so her back arched, she laughed and her eyes met with a delicious looking backside. Missouri reached out unashamedly and gave it a squeeze, in the same instant she was brought back up into her sexy partner's arms and was kissed thoroughly.

"Honey, if you keep that up you're going to make me feel guilty for forgetting your name." Missouri kissed him again when he opened his mouth to explain it, but she really didn't want to be bothered with it. She detangled herself from him and quickly drained what was left in her glass. She was buzzing something nice at the moment but the depressing thought that brought her here kept reining her back in. Demotion. She'd worked so hard for her rank and had so easily thrown it in the trash.

"I'm going to get a refill." She whispered seductively in his ear, nipping as she walked away. Grinning in satisfaction she started for the bar, but was stopped half way there by a meaty hand grabbing hers.

"Hey baby, wanna keep me company?"He laughed with his friends; they were all just as drunk as Missouri was and she smiled charmingly at him. She didn't make him let go of her in a forceful manner, but she handed him her empty glass and he took it without question. Smiling still she sat in his lap, a bit surprised by the bulge pressing into her thigh. Missouri leaned in close, giving him a good view of her ample cleavage in the process.

"Look, I'm sure you're great and all, but I've got a sure thing right over there with a body like you wouldn't believe. My tip to you baby-doll is to hit the gym and try again." Missouri patted his chubby middle and made to get up, but her wrist was caught by the mans much larger hand. Sighing Missouri leaned in, reaching between his legs. He had anticipated her hand landing on his crotch, but was confused that it stopped on the lip of the chair. He tittered backwards making him nervous.

"I'm not interested. Now, you can either let it be, or end up with a cracked skull because I'm not below letting this chair go." She let it tip further back to emphasize her intentions.

"Yeah, okay…" He quickly said. Missouri smiled and set the chair back on all fours. With a wink to his friend she walked away, the smack talk was drowned out by the time she got to the bar.

"Can I get a shot of Jack and a long island iced tea?" She called to the woman preparing drinks, she mildly wondered where Young Guns had run off to. Missouri was tapped on the shoulder, thinking it was her rowdy dance partner she spun on the spot and jerked him flush against herself by his belt and pulled him by his neck to lead him to her lips; she stood on her tiptoes to meet him halfway.

She pressed further against him and nipped his bottom lip as she broke away. Opening her eyes Missouri was mildly surprised to see a Vulcan man standing before her looking like he had walked into a trap. It was the hair that gave him away, only a Vulcan could make a modified bowl cut look hot.

"Oh. Well, I can't say that was intended for you, but what's done is done. Was there something you needed or was being accosted what you were after?" Missouri grinned at the tall man; no wonder she had to rise up so high to kiss him she mused.

Spock had been listening to Uhura try to explain the correct pronunciation of an alien disease that Dr. McCoy kept getting wrong when he had been distracted by a possible confrontation. The woman didn't seem disturbed at first, going so far as to sit in his lap, but when she made to depart he had held her back. The woman seemed mildly annoyed and tipped the man in his seat. That was when Spock noticed the captain insignia on her parted lapels. Looking closer at her face he realized that this was the captain of the U.S.S. Reliance that had safely transported not only his father but many of the Vulcan race to New Vulcan.

Deciding he wouldn't be missed Spock stood from his seat and followed the young captain to the bar. He had merely wanted to express his gratitude and to question the progress of New Vulcan, but when he failed to gain her attention by calling her rank he resorted to lightly tapping her shoulder. The greeting he received was not what he had expected.

She had turned swiftly, elation on her face and then she had assaulted his person. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of his pants and tugged his hips forward into hers, her free hand pressing against the skin of his neck to guide his head down. The intrusion however did not stop there. Her lips made contact with his, making his eyes still on her closed ones. He thought on his kisses with Nyota and how this was very unlike the gentleness that she displayed. He was unable to quell the tingling of neither his lips nor the brief pinch of pain when she finally parted from himself.

Spock didn't know how to respond and took a step back from the captain, he could already feel his ears burning.

"Oh. Well, I can't say that was intended for you, but what's done is done. Was there something you needed or was being accosted what you were after?" She didn't even have the decency to even pretend to be embarrassed. Spock knew right away that Jim and this woman were cut from the same cloth. In an attempt to regain his composure he cleared his throat.

"Being… accosted was not my intent, Captain. I merely wanted to express my gratitude for my fellow Vulcans. I recognized you from one of my father's transmissions." Spock clarified, still feeling highly awkward about their initial greeting, perhaps he shouldn't have approached her in an unprofessional setting. He missed the unpleasant look she made at the word Captain.

"You're welcome, but please, call me Missouri, I'm not on duty. What's your name?" She smiled pleasantly but turned around when her drinks were ready. She politely asked the man next to her to make room for him so they could sit and talk.

"My name is Spock." He shared and hesitantly sat down next to Captain Missouri Daniels. She tossed her shot back like Jim often did and kept a hand on the taller glass of dark liquid.

"So, how come you're not on New Vulcan?" She asked casually, turning in her seat to better converse with the alien man. She didn't have it in her to be embarrassed about laying a good one on him. Besides, he was looker and wasn't that a turn on.

"I am a member of Star Fleet, like yourself. I serve on the U.S.S. Enterprise as Commander and First Officer." He explained and observed the recognition come to her features.

"Well, I didn't realize I was going to meet a celebrity tonight. I'm glad I got a kiss out of it." Missouri winked and laughed at the less than amused look Spock was giving her at the attempt at flirtation.

"I'm joking, don't take it seriously." She patted his shoulder in a very Jim like manner and took a sip of her beverage.

"I would also like to inquire on the state of New Vulcan and the morale of its' people." Spock chose to ignore her previous comments.

"Everything is moving along smoothly. Structures and food cultivation is also going great. And while this all excites the people I know it must be heartbreaking to have lost everything." Perhaps she just realized who she was talking to because she laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Tushah nash-veh k'dular." She spoke in his language, surprising him. Spock nodded his acceptance at her words though it had been a strike in his chest and now he was at loss for something to say.

"Hey babe, you ready to get outta here?" The man that walked up behind them grabbed Capt. Daniels around the waist and hugged her close, burying his face in her neck and by the sound of it, sucking at the juncture there. Missouri squealed and apparently liked the attention; Spock took the opportunity to leave.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Captain." Spock kicked himself mentally for his word choice but didn't let it show. Missouri laughed and smiled, he couldn't be sure if it was his words or the other mans ministrations.

Spock returned to the table that his friends occupied, Nyota squeezed his knee under the table once he was seated, and in return he placed his much larger hand over hers. She smiled sweetly at him, asking him where he had gone. He answered her questions as he always did, but he never mentioned having kissed the young female captain. He reasoned it was because she didn't ask him directly, but he knew that he didn't want to upset Uhura, he had seen the aftermath of Jim's encounters with various women. And Captain Daniels was not who held his affections.

Missouri placed her hand in her dates back pocket, giving his ass a nice squeeze. They both grinned and Missouri dipped her free hand into her blazer, which had been on the bar the whole night; probably not a smart move on her part, but she was rather drunk. She produced a card, handed it to the bartender who swiped it quickly and gave it back. Missouri didn't bother with polite banter to the employee, she only wanted one thing and that was to take this nice piece of ass back to her apartment and unwrap him like it was her birthday. So without further incident she picked up her Star Fleet cap, placed it on his head, picked up her blazer and escorted him out by his perky ass.

"You are one handsy lady." The guy mused while kissing her neck. Missouri gave him another pinch to cement that statement. It didn't take long to lead him to her place, she had her code typed into the door before he could even look at it. Missouri shoved him inside, closing the door just as roughly.

"You sure you wanna do this?" He asked on a breath, Missouri thought it was cute that he thought he had to ask. In answer she dropped her jacket, kicked off her sensible heels, and made a show of unzipping her skirt. It hit the floor with a rustle and he followed it with his eyes, and then made the path back up.

She had on nude almost transparent colored tights on and he knew they would be smooth to the touch. Her white button-up was stark white and rumpled at the bottom from being tucked into her skirt and it hid everything above mid-thigh. He swallowed hard as she approached, undoing the buttons at the same time.

By the time she stood in front of him she had one solitary button left, she looked up at him with a wicked little smile that made his pants all the tighter.

"Why don't you ask me again?" She suggested, flicking the lone little button that held together what seemed like everything. He could only obey, hoping that it wasn't a trick.

"You sure…you wanna do this?" He asked shakily.

Missouri popped the last button, allowing the shirt to part, exposing a fine line that ran from her cotton blue underwear, the flat plain of her stomach where her bellybutton made a miniscule dip, and all the way to the swell of her breasts that were covered- much to his dismay, by a nude colored bra.

"The real question is, can you handle me?" Missouri didn't have to wait, his hands and mouth were on her in and instant.