A/N: I love you guys. Really, I appreciate the heck out of ya for all the positive reviews. It encourages me so much to update. I'd love to hear what you guys would like to see in the story as it progresses and also Scotty or Spock in the end? So thank you so so much! Oh and one more thought; I'd love to get some request for short stories (maybe three or four chapters) for Star Trek or other things, really all you have to do is ask!

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Spock could feel the slight chill rolling off the land as he walked the empty streets of a little town. The cobblestone was worn, with grass peeking through cracks and coming up on either side of the street. A faint echo of laughter reached his ears, ringing like bells with familiarity. He turned quickly to make out two figures headed his way. The first was very clearly one Mr. Montgomery Scott, though he seemed to be in his late teens. Fallowing behind him was a similarly young Jenna. The two were running down the path, their footsteps echoing off the stone. Jenna stopped suddenly when she caught sight of Spock and Scotty and the village melted away into the setting of Starfleet Academy grounds.

Jenna turned sharply, surprised at such an invasion. She had been dreaming but now it seemed as if they were gliding through her memories.

"I apologize, Jenna. It seems as if the bond has stretched on its own. It's not my intention to intrude."

"That's alright. I'm just curious as to what memory this is."

Spock raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he approached her. She was staring at herself, or her younger self from her days as a student. She was sitting on a blanket, books scattered about, and a PADD lying in her lap. Her brown hair was loose, cascading down her back casually. Spock tried to recall if he had ever passed by her when she was like this, or had even interacted with her while she was student. He soon got his answer as he saw himself and his mother exit a building and walk towards her. Jenna began collecting her things, stuffing them into a large messenger bag as they came closer. It was then that he remembered their first encounter.

As Jenna stood she bumped into Amanda, falling back to the ground quickly as Spock caught his mother to stabilize her center of gravity. Jenna jumped back up to her feet, brushing off her clothes and quickly fired off rapid and embarrassed apologies. His mother smiled and sent him to misery. He had missed her dearly since her death. The present Jenna noticed his gloom and placed a hand on his shoulder, easing his pain slightly with her kindness.

They were thrown into another memory; this time entirely his own. He felt panic surge through him as he saw the transporter room and Jenna on the floor, soaked with water. Spock felt himself becoming unstable in this memory, the bud of emotions at seeing her dead was stronger now than it had ever been.

"I advise you think of another memory, quickly." He stated through gritted teeth.

The setting changed again to Jenna's living quarters, and Spock again found himself in distress at what was happing before them. It had only been a few days since he had lost his ridged control and physically displayed affection for Jenna romantically.

"This wasn't the memory I was thinking of." Jenna said cautiously as she watched Spock reset her climate control. He faltered before he left, and came to her bedside. She felt her increase of heart rate as he leaned closer. A blush tinted her cheeks as she anticipated what was surely about to happen.

She awoke abruptly in her quarters, alone. Before she could adjust to the situation, Spock entered and quickly sat down on her bed. He didn't give her a chance to ask questions and didn't offer an explanation himself before his lips came gently to hers. Jenna marveled at the interaction for a second before moving closer to him, and reciprocating with careful movements. There was no great lust underlying either's actions, just a soft warm love that each shared.

Except that it was all a dream, Spock discovered. He awoke in a cold sweat with his body aching and it became all too apparent that he was not in good health; whether from the bond or his immune system he did not know. He threw the silk sheets to the side gently and preceded with his normal morning rituals. As he dressed for his work day he decided he would pay Jenna a visit before heading to the Bridge. He was beginning to lose sleep with his reoccurring dreams of his colleague and friend. She had always been dear to him, but he was finding himself more infatuated with her recently.

"Computer, locate Intelligence Officer, Jenna Pryce." He requested as he pulled on his shoes.

"Intelligence Officer Jenna Pryce is located in the Engineering Bay, west wing."

Spock nodded as he stood and gathered his PADD before heading out the door.

"Scotty, you're being ridiculous!" Jenna nearly yelled. Keenser gave a huff from his place on a boiler, showing his agreement with the Scotsman.

"No, Jenna I know what I'm talkin' about – and get down from there!" He shouted. "You don't understand. He's dangerous! The first ten minutes I spent on the Enterprise and he had James choked half to death!"

"He was provoked! If Kirk hadn't been purposely poking at him, he would have been fine!"

Scotty sighed heavily, placing a hand on his forehead and taking a step away from his life-long friend.

"Why does this matter now?" She prompted.

"What do you mean why does it matter now? I've seen the way he looks at you!" His tone changed, "You two have been spending way too much time together since that whole incident in your office."

Taken aback, Jenna gave a snort of annoyance.

"You're not my mother." She said as she poked a finger at his chest. "You do not decide how much time, is too much time, whoever it may be spent with." She turned to leave when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a hug.

"Just be careful." He requested and let her leave.

At the entrance of the Engineer Deck Jenna ran straight into Spock. She stumbled back but was quickly caught and steadied by the Commander who's amusement was dancing behind his eyes. He accompanied her to her office, making small talk before heading to his own position on the Bridge.

Spock had little time to get any work done before Kirk informed him that he would be going on an away mission to a planet they were approaching. The Vulcan could make out the yellowish green planet as the Enterprise headed toward it steadily. He nodded curtly and headed back to his quarters to read the report and pack. His first priority was to see who would be accompanying him on the trip. The list was composed of himself, Doctor McCoy, Xander Davis, and Jenna. Spock nearly smiled.

Jenna headed to the transporter room with Xander in tow, laughing at a joke. His chuckle echoed through the hallway, dying off when they reached their destination. McCoy and Spock were waiting for them and they quickly loaded the supplies on the transporter pad and watched it be sent down before getting on the pad themselves. A tingling sensation lifted and faded and they found themselves near mountain structures. The slate of rocks vertically were identical to the ones on Old Vulcan and sheltered them from the waning sun.

They worked to set up a camp site before night fell, they each had individual tents, placed in a half circle for protection from any predators. A much larger research tent was placed a few feet away for the morning when they would being scoping out the planet. When Jenna's work was done she moved into her roomy tent and lied on her back to rest. She could hear McCoy's voice as he explained something to Xander but it was quickly fading into nonsense as she drifted off to sleep. She was startled though when Spock entered her tent. She welcomed his presence and realized that her headaches had disappeared since they began to spend more time together.

He moved to lay with her and she scooted to the side to give him more room.

"Jenna, I've been distracted lately." He confessed quietly. Her brows furrowed in thought. "I believe it to be caused by the bond we made recently. It brought forth emotions that were being carefully controlled and caused a deep attachment. An attachment to you."

"We're both attached to the other. That's part of the bond." Jenna reasoned.

"The attachment goes beyond physical illness and emotional trauma. These are strictly my own feelings, and not something that we share."

"Oh?"

"You enthrall me." He stated simply.