A/N: A huge thanks to everyone who has reviewed; your support is really, really appreciated and I'm really glad you all seem to be enjoying the story. I've been having some difficulty trying to thrust this story in some direction, but all I really seem to be doing is having characters stand around, talking. I got a plot in the works, but I don't know when a good moment would be to insert the action into this story. Any and all suggestions would be taken gladly and considered equally.

Other than that, I am having a blast writing this. I'm glad I haven't wrecked anything...so far. ;)

I hope you enjoy this next installment. :)

Previously...

The bridge was silent for a few minutes, everyone contemplating what had just occurred. I waited patiently for someone, anyone, to say something, but not a word was uttered. Irritated, I ground out, "Captain, could you please help me back to the med bay so I can get those hypo-shots. Then, I would really appreciate it if you could find somewhere for me to rest. I am just about ready to pass out."

Kirk spun into action. "Chekov, you have the comm." he ordered. Immediately, all the crew members present went back to their stations. "I will be back shortly. If you have anything of interest to report, send a message to Mr. Spock."

Kirk helped me get out of the chair. My legs wobbled and he placed a steadying hand around my waist. "You all right?" he asked me. I stared at him. For the third time, I was completely baffled. Something was wrong...Kirk is not as he should be. His eyes, blue as an icy, rigid tundra, seemed darker and fiercer than ever. I just couldn't place what exactly was missing.

"I'm fine," I whispered hoarsely, glancing away. For the first time, I felt a sudden chill overtake me. "Let's just get those damn sprays over with."

Chapter Four

The hypo sprays weren't bad at all; just a little sting wherever they were applied. One to the neck, another two for each arm. After about half an hour of laying back in the med bay and listening to Kirk and McCoy argue and banter...well, I was glad when I was finally allowed to leave.

Getting up, I found my arms didn't hurt as much anymore. My legs had stopped jerking, and the excruciating pain that had been winding it's way up into my brain was merely a dull throb now. In shorter terms, I was doing okay.

"Hallelujah," I muttered, standing up and stretching my arms up into the air. "Didn't think I'd ever get out of here."

McCoy chose to mostly ignore my statement; the only reaction I was rewarded with was a brief eye roll. I smirked.

Kirk lent me his arm, but I shook my head. "I'm well enough to walk on my own, now, Captain," I told him. "And besides...I don't want you rubbing my backside anymore." He bit his lip and I could tell by the crinkles in his eyes that he was trying not to burst out laughing.

"As you wish, Vivian." he finally managed with a chuckle.

"We're out of here, Bones." Kirk said to McCoy as we walked across the med bay to the exit.

"About damn time," McCoy growled to himself.

We exited the med bay and walked down a corridor. The walls were plastered white and a shiny flooring absorbed the sound of our feet clapping against it's surface. Dozens of crew members I'd never seen were jumping out of the way, giving the Captain and I polite nods, before rushing off to their duties. I kept glancing back curiously, wondering at how many people were actually on board this ship.

As we practically strolled across the ship to the turbolifts, which would take us to the cabin deck, my thoughts began to drift once more. Here I was...on board the Enterprise. I didn't have any idea of how I knew about this starship or why I was so amazed by everything...or even why I felt the way I did around Spock. Nervous. Excited. Flustered.

My memories were muddled, foggy. Most of them were completely gone, but what memories I did have - my name, for instance - told me nothing about my life. I knew I'd been transported into the future, and I knew the year I had been transported from: 2013. All that I had known was gone. I was alone.

Suddenly struck with a sense of depressing realization, I became aware of the heart thudding in my chest. I should be dead. In normal Earth years, I was dead. And yet, here I was, walking alongside Captain Kirk, defying death. This should have been comforting, but all I could feel was a dreadful coldness.

I shivered.

As we came to a stop in front of the turbolifts, Kirk glanced over at me. "The Enterprise is almost at max population capacity," he explained to me. We entered the lift as the doors opened in one smooth, fluid motion. "However, I do think we have one last guest cabin." The doors shut closed. There was a barely noticeable jerk, and then the turbolift was moving. "I also believe that it is located right next to Spock's cabin."

I nearly stopped breathing. I should have been listening as Kirk explained everything to me, but all I could comprehend was "next to Spock's cabin". Heat flooded my face and my palms felt very sweaty. Okay, I breathed to myself. Not a big deal...just stay calm. And I did manage to stay calm, on the outside. The inside of my body, however, was erupting into a display of endless fireworks.

The turbolift stopped, and the doors opened. We continued walking. Everything seemed slightly different here. The walls were still white, the flooring still shiny. However, less people were moving about, and it seemed to be warmer.

"This is where we keep our non-human guests," Kirk told me. "Most alien species prefer their cabin temperatures to be slightly above that of a human's cabin. This is primarily because most of the species we host come from dry, very hot planets. Now, though; I think it would be best to inform Spock of a new cabin mate." Wait, what?

"What!?" I exclaimed. We both paused at a door. The Captain took out his communicator. "Kirk to Spock." he spoke into it. After a few brief seconds of static silence, another voice spoke.

"Yes, Captain?" Spock's voice said evenly.

"I wished to inform you that you have a new cabin mate!"

I groaned, and I was pretty sure Spock heard that, too.

"...Clarify."

"Miss Vivian, here, is in need of a cabin. I was figuring that since your cabin has an attachment to it that could be easily transformed into a bedroom, you could house her for a while."

He could do much more than house me, I thought naughtily before mentally slapping myself. That's enough!

"That would be acceptable." was the response Spock gave the Captain.

"Do you think you could take a break from your research and join us in your cabin?" Kirk asked.

More static silence. "...I will be there in 4.394 minutes. Spock out."

Kirk put his communicator away and grinned at me. "Want to see Spock's quarters?"

My mind was screaming YES! all the way. I managed a courteous nod as both the Captain and I stepped into the Vulcan's cabin.

A large blanket of warmth immediately enveloped me, and all of a sudden I was drowsy. Kirk noticed this and smiled.

"Yeah, I know. It makes you want to fall right to sleep."

Spock's quarters were very warm, indeed; already, my forehead was slicked with sweat. "How do you get used to this?" I asked, brushing back my hair. "It is absolutely steaming in here."

Kirk smiled. "Oh, it takes a while, but you get used to it eventually."

I took a long look about the room. A bed was situated at the far right corner of the room, along with a brittle looking dresser. The carpeting was a lush green, the walls a dry brown. I spotted a bathroom down a brief corridor, a small mirror mantled on the adjacent wall. Directly at the far front of me was a small space, consisting of a work desk, a stack of papers, and a desk chair. It was all very cozy and I stifled a yawn.

"Mr. Spock," Kirk spoke, "is a very solitary sort of guy, which is why you might not see this place as very inviting."

"On the contrary, Captain," I replied, moving forward to the bed and running my fingers along the soft length of the silk. "I find his cabin...very welcoming." I then blushed profusely, realizing how that had come out. "Not like that, though." I added quickly. The Captain merely smirked at me.

I continued to walk around the room, fascinated. The ceiling was quite high, which wasn't surprising; Spock was kind of tall.

The doors opened again, and Spock walked in, hands held behind his back. "Captain." he announced himself.

I turned and my heart did somersaults again. I couldn't help myself and allowed my eyes to wander over his face - his broad jaw, his strong cheeks, his curved ears - I really want to touch those, I found myself thinking. Another mental slap. Knock it off! I scolded myself.

I observed the slender form of the Vulcan - how toned he looked under his blue uniform, how long and elegant his legs looked under his black slacks. I felt my face heating up as I quickly averted my gaze and decided that the floor was very interesting. I could feel Spock's brown gaze bearing down on me.

"Spock," Kirk said at last after a brief, tense silence. "Miss Vaughn here is in need of some lodging until further notice. I was hoping you could accommodate in the spare room attached to yours?"

I managed a spout of courage and glanced up, immediately catching Spock's eyes. For a moment, we stood there staring at each other. I could feel rose bushes blossoming on my cheeks. "If that is the only alternative available," he answered, "then it would only be logical to give Miss Vaughn a suitable place to rest." His voice was quiet and sharp. Surprised, I blinked and looked away.

"I was also going to ask that you introduce her to your own cabin, in the event that she should need some form of assistance."

Spock tilted his head to one side and replied evenly, "I am sure Miss Vaughn will be able to navigate herself around the cabin. I see no logical reason why I should attend to her. She has her own body; if she is having any difficulties with it, I would suggest a book."

And just like that, what warmth and shy admiration I had been feeling was torn away violently. My lips thinned and I stood up straighter. With three short, determined steps, I stopped right in front of Spock, staring up at him with incensed eyes.

"Commander," I said icily. "Let it be known to you that I have complete control over my body. I have never needed assistance from anybody, nor will I ever need any. I assure you that I can navigate myself quite comfortably in your habitat, and that if any trouble arises, I will handle it myself." One of Spock's eyebrows rose slightly. I ignored it.

"Furthermore," I grit out. "If I find the situation too difficult to manage by myself, I will make sure to ask help from someone else, partly out of respect for your solitary nature and partly to avoid risking exposure to your unbecoming behavior." Both eyebrows were up at this point.

I wanted to say more to his arrogant - but undeniably handsome - face, but I clamped my mouth shut tightly.

Captain Kirk was gaping at me in utter astonishment, blue eyes wide. I inclined my head to him. "I believe that will be all, Captain," I said in a softer tone. "I should be able to escort myself to my accommodation. I am in need of a long rest." With that, I turned around towards the corridor and made my way towards the door I assumed to be the one to my own cabin. I flashed one last glance at the two men and said, "Enjoy your evening." I then entered my cabin.

And that is where I first remembered a part of my past.

A/N: Duh, duh, duh! I was trying for a more climatic ending; hope it worked. And I will admit I was taking a complete guess at what Spock's quarters might look like. Also, I was trying for a tense scene between Vivian and Spock because I want things to develop slowly and over time. I loved writing this chapter and I hope you all loved reading it. Reviews are extremely appreciated.

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