The Enterprise was quiet and nearly still, there were still a few crew members who had night shift up about, and a new girl still getting use to sleeping in space, And the half Vulcan, Spock who felt he did not require sleep that night. But all other activity on the ship stopped and it seemed if for those four hours that the mighty ship was a baby, sleeping in a cradle of stars and no harm could ever come to it or the members of its crew. But this appearance was fleeting, in the morning this ship would be attacked by aliens who hated or feared them. For this time though no one would be injured, no one harmed.

The night helmsman checked to make sure the ship was still on course, the night engineer checked the warp coils and the new recruit who couldn't sleep hugged her pillow tight and felt herself fall into the land of her dreams. The half Vulcan played a sad, sweet song on the lyre he had owned since he was a small boy and thought of the sleep he didn't think he required. He required it, he didn't want it though, he didn't want the nightmares of killing his best friend on the raw sands of Vulcan, he didn't want them.

Soon though the night shift was over and the people asleep in their beds rose and dressed and reported to their posts and those who had done a night of work returned to their beds for some well deserved rest. And the one who spent his whole night worrying about nearly killing his captain and best friend dressed and put on the poker face he always wore to please himself and to insulate himself from the world.