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I only own my original character, Europa Pella and her story.

This is my second Fanfic, I also have a Sherlock one so if you like this and you love Sherlock check that out!

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I - Beginnings and Run-ins

Standing in the gigantic loading bay of the USS Enterprise it finally dawned on me, I will finally belong.

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I was two when Starfleet found me. They had picked up a distress signal near Jupiter and found my ship, wrecked and abandoned. It was obvious from the use of cutter lasers that it had been attacked by smugglers, who were very through in making sure every room of the vessel would have no survivors. The only room that remained sealed off from the abyss of space was the nursery. Even then the ship's mainframe had been obliterated, causing the stabilizers to go offline and all the childrens' heads to be battered until death. Save, the one who had been trapped in her crib. Me.

They rescued me that day, and after doing the best they could to fix my concussed head (I still have a scar and some brain damage, but we will get to that) I was officially alive and a temporary member of the crew. This is where bittersweet Fate intervened, you see the doctor who had fixed my head and her husband desperately wanted a child but she was unable to have children. So with no family or even origin to speak of they took me in and named me after the moon I was found on, Europa. Europa Pella, that's what my Pilot's License and Adoption certificate say, but a name doesn't define a person, especially one so ... Complex. I've never been normal, and it's not just teenage emotions talking, I have brain damage. I don't look different than anyone else, besides the scar and permanent half smile. Actually I'm pretty average; long, dark auburn hair, muddy green- I mean hazel- eyes, average white skin, not tan but not fair and thin to the point people think I'm unhealthy. But looks aside I am very strange, and I accept that, that's the only thing you can do with my condition, accept it. The doctors don't know what to call it, it seems that since I was so young when the accident happened that my brain literally grew differently. My insular cortex is quite large compared to the average human's, which -as my mother puts it- explains my "Deep empathy, extraordinary reflexes and amazing awareness". I guess that's how I graduated right before I turned 17 and with honors at the Academy for operations, psychology and communication.

The thing she doesn't mention though is that the insular cortex also controls psychopathology. Yeah, the word psychopath is never good in any context, especially medical. I don't know how to explain it, it's as if all the languages I've learned don't have a word for what I feel. It's as if I can feel the world move, and it's moving faster for me than anybody else. I remember when I was five my friend took my hands and spun around with me and I started shrieking because I felt like I was going to fly off I was spinning so fast. It's like I'm dizzy all the time, like I can feel time and space spinning all around me. Yet again the doctors can't explain it, the spinning, but I learned to cope by focusing all my energy into my studies, like how a ballerina focuses her gaze on a fixed point as she twirls. Another reason I did so well in Starfleet academy, though it hindered my social interactions.

My fits of dizziness drove most people away. I only had family, a few close friends, and lots of "friends" who just wanted me as someone to listen to their endless drabble. I've always been too nice, to a point where I will make myself sad so other's can be happy. So as I take my seat as far away as possible from the obviously gossiping clique forming on the opposite side of the transport shuttle I remind myself in an inaudible whisper "Focus on your job and stop being a pushover." Who would want to be friends with the crazy, clumsy 17 year old anyway?

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Procrastinating shutting down my tablet which I'm reading, I scramble to grab my bag, and catch up to the rest of the new crew members without looking up. Rounding the corner I run directly into a yellow suit, sending my tablet and his communicator flying, both of which I quickly grab out of midair with stellar reflexes. I quickly thank my unproportional brain as I hand the man his communicator and readjust my bag before looking at his face. I am shocked to find another teen, a boy, mirroring my expression of shock, he must think I am such a clutz. I study his caramel, curly hair and boyish face before staring into his blue eyes and taking a big gulp, stick my hand out in a handshake.

"So sorry about that, first day jitters. I'm Europa, Europa Pella. Ensign Operations Officer."

Did I seriously just say jitters? I smiled nervously as he smiled and shrugged it off with a firm handshake.

"Wide Eyes. Eet's okay, zhank you for rescuing my communicator- your reflexes are amazing. I am Pavel Chekov, First officer of Navigations." He replied with an adorable Russian accent.

Did he sound nervous? He knows what Europa means? Did he just compliment me? First Officer? Cute! - Calm down Europa, play it cool.

"First Officer, that's impressive -"

Crap! My group is leaving! I crane my neck to see which way- they took a left. Seeing my anxious glance up ahead Chekov smiled with a hint of- sadness? No, that's disappointment. Disappointment in his eyes, and went around me, walking backwards as he called "Anozer time Wide Eyes!" and turned and walked away. I sighed at my own stupidity. I know nothing about him! I need to stop liking him, it will only cause trouble I unsuccessfully tried to convince myself as I ran to catch up with the other newbies, trying to shake this whole new kind of dizzy.

Hope you enjoyed, I will be going back and forth between Fanfic's so please be patient.

Thanks for reading- Eleora ^.^