I tossed in my sleep as what most would call a nightmare held me in its claws, but even in this deep of a dream I knew it was a vision. It was too real and too vivid. The colors, the sounds, I could even taste the air.

I saw Pike in a chair as the ship around me hummed with pain and death.

"What is it Spock?"

His voice was laced with pain.

I looked at the screen and saw a graveyard of dying ships. The souls on the ships screamed through me. I shivered at thousands of lives dead or dying. I could feel it.

"I do not know for sure. It seems almost Romulan, but not anything I have ever seen before"

His voice was calm but under it, where most people would not hear, I heard something close to fear.

I fought wildly now. Spock afraid? Federation people were dying. Must stop this must…

Wave after wave of death hit me, I was screaming in my dream and knew that scream was echoing out of my body, as my mind was trapped in this. I felt something enter my mind.

"Breath Lieutenant Commander Brighten you must breathe and relax or I cannot help you awaken."

I jumped, startled.

Spock? Was that Spock in my mind?

"Yes, now stop being illogical and breathe."

I felt a hand touch my face.

"My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts. We are one."

As he spoke I felt my body relax. He saw my vision and slowly I came out. I turned my head and his face looked down at me, next to him was a pale Pike.

"Are you with us fully now Lieutenant? When you did not show this morning, I reached out in my mind and felt you screaming"

Spock's deep voice echoed in me and I forced my self to fully wake up.

"Yes, I am sorry for this inconvenience."

My eyes flickered to Pike and he sat on my bed.

Spock's hand slipped from my face and suddenly I was cold. Shivers racked me and I fought against them.

"Was it a vision Allora?"

I nodded, at Pike, not trusting my voice due to the pain of admitting.

"I was hoping not, from the screaming coming from you. I was hoping it was just a dream."

I rolled to my side and up from the bed. I swayed and Spock caught me.

I was too raw and lashed out.

"LET ME GO."

I pulled back hard and he looked momentarily stunned. Something about Spock made me unbalanced and I was already too raw. I ran to the bathroom and threw up again and again. I sat there ashamed of my emotional outburst at Spock and my lack of control. What the heck was happening to me? I felt another walk in and knew by scent that it was McCoy. I had spent almost a year with him when I was fourteen, as he healed me. I'd know his scent anywhere.

"Allora talk to me."

He sat down near me and I heard Spock and Pike near the door.

Why did this happen now and why when I was not alone? I despised being weak near others. Pike being the exception, but I could not lie. It was a vision and mine always come true.

"Death McCoy and lots of it. I was on a ship and Pike was commanding it. Spock was his second in command. I saw broken, dying federation ships all around us and the people were dying. We were under attack by what Spock to believed to be Romulan but he was not sure."

I felt McCoy touch my shoulder and I refused to cry but the words would not stop.

"I felt them all dying! So many, oh God, so many, screaming and in pain! Thousands of lives all gone and I knew, somehow I knew, it was not over."

Slowly the shivering stopped and I felt exposed. I stood and walked to the sink. I washed my face and looked up at my reflection, I flinched. My skin, already normally white, was colorless and my eyes glowed, another sign it was a vision. My hands gripped the sink.

"When and where this was taking place I do not know. It cannot be to far in the future, but…."

I broke off, frustrated.

I stood there looking at my eyes till Pike spoke.

"Let go of the sink Allora your bleeding."

My eyes flew to him then my hand as self-disgust filled me at the fact of how pathetic I was being at controlling my emotions. I let the sink go and parts of it crumbled off. Blood dripped down my hand and to the floor. McCoy reached over and held my hand as he healed it.

I spoke and my voice was empty.

"Please leave me to dress, I am almost bare."

I watched color came to McCoy's face and I almost smiled when green patches showed up on Spocks' cheeks as well. Pike walked to me and hugged me tight. Had Spock not been there I might have hugged him back, but since he was I did not. Pike searched my face and the three men left the refresher. I steadied myself and cleaned up. I dressed and fought my emotions down. When the door reopened I appeared calm and in control.

"Dr. McCoy, you need to get to class. Remind Cadet Kirk I still need to talk to him at 2100 hours."

I dismissed him.

He gave me a dark look not happy with me at making him leave. After he exited

I looked at Pike and Spock.

"Shall I talk to Admiral Tikken Sir?"

I could tell Pike was not happy with my now cold behavior, but alas I am who I am and he knew this. The three of us left my quarters. I was silent during the entire walk to the Admiral's office. We pushed his com near the door and he spoke asking us to enter. At first he smiled with pleasure at seeing us until he noticed the emotion rolling off Pike.

We all sat and I replayed my vision for him. The Admiral almost did not want to believe my vision but he knew better. He seemed to age and the next hour was spent on trying to figure out where and when this happened. No answers were found. I stood after the discussion was over and left to go to my office. I was feeling trapped and needed to escape.

I moved faster then normal and almost collapsed after the doors to my office, hissed shut. I forced myself to walk to the window and look out. I knew more visions would come and the thought made me ice cold. Senseless death I hated above all else. I felt it and it rippled through me with such pain. I laid my head against the glass and now that I was alone I felt the tears come. How was I supposed to stop this? Why was it happening? My body shuddered with my sobbing, as I knew people I cared about were going to die. My heart screamed its denial and suddenly a hand touched my arm.

I screamed and spun around.

"Spock? What the heck are you doing?"

His hand steadied me. Vulcan's did not like touching or being touched.

So why did he seemed unbothered with touching me?

"I do not know the answer to that question either"

He spoke softly.

I realized he had heard my thought as I blushed, beat red. Crap, just crap, such a human expression of words filtered through my mind and I almost smiled.

"Why are you here Spock?"

I looked at his hand on my shoulder. His eyes traveled to it as well.

"I felt your pain, you were being swamped by it. Without thought I followed you. Although this action is highly illogical, never the less I felt the need to do so. That in and of itself, the concept 'felt', confuses me."

I laughed then. I could not help it.

"I know Vulcan's feel they just hide it under a block of ice they call logic."

That quizzical eyebrow of his raised as I spoke the words.

"Indeed?"

His hand removed itself from my arm and I felt bereft at it leaving me.

I stiffened not liking this. I wanted him gone. He made me feel unbalanced and this was not acceptable.

"I am fine now, you may leave. There is nothing for you to analyze here."

An almost human emotion flashed in his eyes and then was gone before I could get a sense of what it was.

"You do not seem to like me and I cannot help but wonder why?"

His voice was so calm and logical it set my teeth on edge.

I shrugged at him.

"Think what you want, Commander Spock. I have a busy day and Cadet Kirk will be here soon."

I bowed to him and he bowed back, but the look he gave me as he left let me know he did not consider this conversation finished.

I heard a faint mocking voice in my head.

Coward it whispered and the voice sounded very much like my own voice. I sat in my

chair forcing a calm.