And it was that two weeks later, Morganna, Philip, Tom and Melissa were in the living room playing a board game one evening (Scotty was upstairs, having been cajoled into playing with Shirley, before she went to bed) when the doorbell rang. Morganna ran to answer it, her mother behind her, and they found three men at the door. The oldest had a gruff, worried face, but his blue eyes were warm and his smile engaging. The tall one wore a stocking cap despite the warmth of the July evening, and his face was solemn. One was younger than the other two, handsome, with a commanding air. He said, "We were looking for a man named Scott. Do you know him? He put an advertisement in a paper for me."

"Oh my," Melissa said. "You must be Captain Kirk."

Morganna was dancing up and down excitedly. "Are you Spock?" she asked the tall one. "You look like you should be."

"My name is Spock," he said.

Morganna smiled her enchanting smile at them. "Live long and prosper, Mr. Spock. I'm Morganna Church."

An eyebrow went up, but he, without missing a beat, returned the salute. "Live long and prosper, Morganna Church."

The little girl giggled delightedly. "Philip! Dad! It's Spock and Captain Kirk! Phil, go get Scotty!"

Philip dashed upstairs, while Tom joined his wife and daughter at the door. "Um, please come in, gentlemen."

"Are you Dr. McCoy?" Morganna was continuing. "Why aren't you wearing your uniforms? I did want to see them."

"Morganna, hush," her mother said quietly.

Then the three men, who had been looking at each other in puzzlement, stared at the sight of Scotty charging out of the door with a tiny blond girl in his arms.

"Captain Kirk! Good t'see you, it is! Mr. Spock, Doctor!" He was grinning wildly. "Let me introduce ye t' me friends. This is Tom Church and his wife Melissa."

Tom was grinning too. "I'm sorry we stared so rudely, Captain. We've never seen anyone transported before—and we've never had the pleasure of meeting a Vulcan, Mr. Spock."

Spock shook his head and pulled off the stocking cap, stuffing it into a pocket. Morganna and Philip were both staring at him, eyes wide.

"And this little lassie is Shirley," Scotty said, smiling tenderly at her. She looked shyly at Kirk, Spock, and McCoy, then hid her head in Scotty's shirt. The three men still couldn't get over seeing Scott dressed in 20th Century clothes and carrying a baby around. "Looks like you've met Morganna. This lad is Philip."

"We're, er, pleased to meet all of you, and to see you again, Scotty," Kirk said. "But frankly, I'm confused about, well, how you all now about us, and why Scotty's at your house, and why Morganna," he smiled at her, "knows about Vulcans."

"It's a loong story, Captain."

"Why don't you come inside, have some lemonade, and we'll tell you all about it," Melissa suggested. The three exchanged glances, and were soon sitting around the dining room table with the family and Scotty. Melissa and Morganna passed around tall glasses of a pink liquid. Spock glanced at his quizzically. "Have you had lemonade before, Mr. Spock?" Melissa asked.

"No, I have not."

"It's made with lemon juice, sugar, and water. No animal products."

Morganna jostled into a chair beside Spock, and Melissa saw on his austere face something almost like a smile as he looked at her daughter. Philip was sitting across the table from him and Kirk, and could hardly take his eyes off these men from the future, especially the alien. If Scotty hadn't already been his hero, Spock would have been.

"Now then, Captain," Scotty said, "could ye first be tellin' me why I'm here, in the past? I dinna remember anything aboot it."

Kirk and Spock glanced at each other. "Ahem," Kirk said awkwardly. "Scotty, could I see you privately for a moment?"

"Aye, Captain."

They stepped out of the dining room into the hall, and Kirk said quietly, "Scotty, what about the Prime Directive?"

"Aye, Captain, I've given that a good deal of thought. But, you see, I had amnesia for a while, and when I began rememberin' things, I told them to th' Churches as I remembered them, so that by th' time I remembered aboot th' Driective, I'd already told them too much not to satisfy their curiosity by tellin' them the rest. It would have been inhuman."

Kirk gave Scotty a long look, and Scotty looked back at them with that patently innocent expression he could assume at will. "Very well, then," Kirk said. "I'll accept that."