Once again I own nothing, except some of the character ideas and personalities. WhooHOOooooo.

This applies to all of the chapters to come.

For all the super hardcore/awesome Trekkies out there. I'm/We're sorry if we totally f things up in the story/plot/aliens/names/personalities. It's hard to remember all the ST: The Next Generation ST: Enterprise ST: Voyager ST: Deep Space Nine and ST: The Original Series straight in my brain. I don't even know if my partner in crime has seen any of the original stuff or just the movie. Which was entertaining as hell. YOU MADE SPOCK CRY! LAWLALAZ Plus the gigantic evil looking lotus/artichoke flower that's pwning everyone. P.S. One day I will cosplay as a Denobulan. They get no love. Also Uharahahahaha... CHZ...... Uhura! Is on VACATION. Because Spock is a moron. TeeheeeeeEE... Don't worry we will bring her back if we remember her later.... FACEMUNCH before certain DEATH! [This is my third time editing something on this page... GAWD.]

A Denobulan sat at one of the computer terminals across the ship one hand was pressing buttons on the screen the other hand held a P.D.A. She was of average height, with dirty blond hair that was pulled back into a pony tail, two streaks of color floated within her ponytail orange and blue. She was wearing a red star fleet dress uniform matching many of the other officers on board the U.S.S. Enterprise.

"Psh, this is as hard as trying to catch a Moon hawk in the forest." The woman growled at the computer terminal, glancing at her P.D.A. every few seconds.

"Lieutenant Kevina-" Spock called out to the muttering woman as the doors hissed open.

"Aine, and shushy." She stated holding her P.D.A. up as a shield against the Vulcan's stare, her crystal blue eyes darting around the screen.

"Aine..." Spock strained, demanding her attention, "Several terminals on board are experiencing technical difficulties."

"Along with a thousand other things. Fork it over." The Denobulan sighed holding her P.D.A. hand out. Spock handed her another P.D.A. with a list of complaints and reports about the malfunctioning terminals.

"Also prepare a report for the Captain. Tonight." The Vulcan stated as he left the room. Aine glared after him, then back at the two P.D.A.s in her hand, then back at the terminal that beeping at her.

"Evil hob goblin. I feel like an orange cream of cold tonight." Aine muttered as several cadets stared on.

She sat there doing reports on medical stats of all the crew. It was the most boring part of her entire job. Luckily she was finishing the last one. Happily she scrawled her name on the last form and relaxed in a somewhat slumped position in her chair. She closed her light green eyes. They were an exquisite color that resembled the color of the birthstone of August, peridot. Her head fell against the back off the chair and she smiled. Finally, she was done.

Soft footfalls and a light tap on her shoulder brought her back to reality. Her eyes snapped open and her head twisted to see who might be disturbing her. It was the captain. "Sorry captain."

"It's fine Nurse Treva. Did you finish all the medical reports?" Sometimes it was hard for him to keep it professional. However it seemed this time he was here for only those purposes.

"Of course Captain. There all right here." She would not correct him that she was in fact a doctor. Her fingers lightly brushed the screen that lay before her., numerous file names jumped before their eyes.

He shook his head. "You missed one." Kirk looked as if he were trying to suppress a smile.

Her eyes scanned all of the files rapidly. "I don't know what you mean Captain." How could one have eluded her?

"You didn't file one on me." Finally that smile appeared.

"Oh." It would appear she'd overlooked that.

Aine glanced out from behind her computer station, no Spock in sight. She sprinted over to the door and looked out, still no Spock, she booked down the hallway to Sickbay where her friend was working. Quickly jumping into Sickbay she dodged Spock's view, Aine made an almost silent entrance into Sickbay as she dropped both of her P.D.A.s onto the floor.

"Hey Aaralyn! Wanna get some cold of cream?" Aine asked her blue eyes sparking for a few seconds, as she picked her P.D.A.s up, before Spock appeared behind her.

"Eek! Spock!" Aine squeaked as she jumped to the side, as if she was trying to avoid his deadly stare.

"Lieu-" "Aine!" Aaralyn growled.

"Aine.. Have you finished your assignments?" Spock questioned her.

She pouted and shook her head, "No.. But I haven't had a break all day! I want some cold of cream! Maybe some tasty tree bark... I still need to write back to all of my relatives too!" She gave him the best puppy dog look she could muster, and it didn't work, his gaze did not soften one bit.

Captain Kirk had just sat upon the doctors table, fully content to have her examine him, to allow her to finish her reports of course. However, before anything of the sort could happen they were interrupted. By Aine.

"Nurse Treva, we shall have to resume this another time." He pushed himself off the table and walked away. "Ah, Commander Spock…I've been meaning to discuss an impending mission with you."

"Of course sir." She gave him a small smile and turned to her friend. "Aine, hi. Hello Commander Spock. Uh…sure, why not?" Aaralyn could use some ice cream after a long day.

Captain Kirk stood next to Spock and smiled. "Commander, why don't we discuss the mission and leave these two to themselves?" He gave the other a jovial smack on the shoulder and let the other leave first. Kirk followed behind and cast a smile at the two women as he left.

Aaralyn smiled. Captain Kirk was going to give them a break even though Spock would utterly protest. Sometimes he was absolutely a savior that was positively heaven sent. Sometimes of course.

Spock raised a single eyebrow at Kirk, curious as to why the Captain would let them off. Then he realized that it was Kirk, Kirk does whatever he pleases.

It was true. Kirk was reckless and cared little for rules or any form of authority for that manner. So being the captain just suited his needs. He was the authority, tell him what to do!

"Of course sir. Which mission are you referring to? Or are you trying to 'kiss up' to the female officers? As you humans say." Spock questioned sending once last glance at the two women before the door closed on him and Kirk.

"I speak of the mission to earth to pick up some trainees as was instructed." He tried to bullshit something even slightly possible. Spock was astute, Kirk would give him that.

"Sorry Aaralyn if I interrupted something important. But I do need cream of cold." Aine wined as she started to tap her fingers on her personal P.D.A. writing another letter to another relative of hers.

"Shall we go then?" Aine asked waiting at the door for Aaralyn.