Author's Note: Poor Kevin. Also, poor Kirk! Review for longer chapters. Thanks to krikanalo and Star trek lover (guest).

Kirk got up and walked out, shaking almost imperceptibly. Almost.

"Jim!"

"It's her. Oh god, Spock, it's her. I kept hoping that maybe it wasn't, and now I can't do that anymore because it's her. Livilla's back, and I can't do a fucking thing about it." He punched the wall as if it were her, wincing in pain when his fist met the solid steel.

"Did you injure yourself?"

"I'm fine, Spock."

"As Dr. McCoy would say, 'bullshit'. Let me see your hand." Kirk obligingly extended it. After a brief examination, during which he made sure to give as many kisses as possible, he announced "Nothing broken, at least. Best to have it checked when we return to the ship." Much to his surprise, Jim reached up to pull him into a full-on, passionate, human kiss. When they finally broke apart to take a breath, Spock drew back. "Pleasant as that was, it was also rather unexpected, leading me to ask: why?"

"Well since she's back, I thought… last night alive and all that."

"We should return to the ship. If we keep moving, it will be harder for her to catch us."

"Yeah. Yeah, we should." Jim's face made it clear that his mind was on other things that they could do back on the ship.

"Captain, now is hardly the time." Spock slid from "lover" to "professional" faster than the Enterprise could warp.

"Yeah. I guess now is the time to run."

"Commander, the Enterprise is no longer at the base."

"Destroy the base, and start scanning for it."

"Yes, Commander."

Beeeeep

"What was that?"

"A radar blip, indicating a massive explosion."

"It's the base, sir. The base is gone."

"Maximum warp. She's found us."

"Fire."

Suddenly, everything went crazy. Anything electric exploded, pieces of glass, metal, and half-melted plastic flew everywhere. The lights shattered, spraying glass in deadly showers. Smoke filled the air, acrid with the smell of melting plastic and burnt hair. The only light source was the large window.

"Scotty! Scotty, what was that?" Kirk coughed into his communicator.

"Some kind of power surge Cap'n. It's knocked out the entire ship. She's dead, sir, and climbin' into her warp core won't fix it this time."

"Can you come up here? Maybe the bridge'll provide a clue as to how this happened. Get Bones on the way, we've got injuries."

"With all due respect sir, it won't matter."

"What do you mean it won't matter?"

"When I say the entire ship, I mean life support too. You'd have to replace every wire and electric part in the ship to get her functioning again. It won't matter if I figure out what caused this. It won't matter if the doctor treats some injuries. The Enterprise is dead."

"Well, could the two of you come up anyways, if only to boost morale."

"Aye, Cap'n."

Kirk turned around to find Spock listening in on his conversation. "Do you think this is how she intends to kill us?"

"No. She likes to make it personal. This is just step one."

"Two more on the bridge, Commander."

"Transporter room, stand by until my arrival."

"Shit!"

"How'd she get a transporter?!"

"Welcome aboard the Narada II. If you had any hope that this situation might turn out in your favor, discard it immediately. You're playing my game now."