A/N: Alright, I hope you like this one. Most of the dialogue comes from "Who mourns for Adonais".

I opened my eyes and sighed contently, stretching like a cat. Scotty was still sleeping next to me, an expression of peace on his face. We had Beta shift which meant we could sleep in and later spend a cosy evening together. I was sure Jim had put our shifts like this as an anniversary present. One year ago Scotty and I had vowed to love each other till death do us part and I didn't regret a single second. I snuggled close to my husband. Scotty mumbled in his sleep and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against him. We stayed like this for about half an hour before Scotty woke up, smiled and kissed me.

"Happy anniversary." He whispered.

"Happy anniversary." I murmured, leaning into his touch.

One of his hands gently cupped my cheek as he pressed his lips to mine while the other slowly wandered deeper and started playing with the hem of my nightgown that had about the same length as the uniform dresses. He pushed it up to my waist, tenderly stroking my thigh. I moaned into his mouth as he lightly squeezed and felt him smile against my lips.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love ye too." Scotty replied and pushed himself up to his knees, looking down at me.

I sat up and started working on the buttons of his flannel pyjama that had the same pattern as his kilt. Soon my husband was topless. He looked at me for a moment, a questioning expression on his face.

"Go on." I purred. "I can always get a new one."

Not needing further prompting Scotty grabbed the neckline of the nightgown and tore the fabric off my body. His hands cupped my breasts and massaged them, the rough engineer's skin sending jolts of pleasure through me. After knowing me for now about three years he knew exactly how to touch me to bring me the most pleasure. But I also knew how to touch my husband. I reached down the front of his pants and grasped his quickly growing erection, slowly stroking him. Scotty groaned, his head falling down on my shoulder while his right hand snaked its way into my panties and started fondling my clit. I moaned out as one of his fingers entered me, quickly followed by a second one. I stroked him harder until he pushed me down on the bed. His hands were firm on my hips, keeping me in place. His lips lightly brushed my skin, leaving a trail of fire and goosebumps in their wake. Then he started sucking and lightly biting one of my nipples. He kissed his way down my body until he was between my legs, staring at my folds that were flushed pink and dripping wet. Then his tongue was prodding my already swollen clit and I couldn't help the scream of pleasure that escaped my throat as it probed my entrance. My back arched as I thrust my hips into my husbands face, feeling him smile against me. I came with a scream of his name, falling limp on the bed. I was panting and my heart was racing in my chest while Scotty crawled back up, licking his lips clean of my juices.

"Ready for the rest of it?" He asked in a low growl he only used in the bedroom.

"Always with you." I purred.

He smiled again and captured my lips, pulling me up so I was straddling him. One of his hands was supporting my lower back while the other was on the back of my neck, keeping my lips firmly locked on his. I grasped his member and guided him inside me, breaking the kiss for a breathy moan as he filled me.

"Mmmm." He hummed. "My lass. My love."

We moved in perfect sync. He hit that sweet spot over and over again until we came at the same time with shouts of the other's name. We collapsed on the bed, tightly holding onto each other until Scotty carefully pulled out of me while placing another kiss on my lips.

After cuddling for another hour we got out of bed, showered and dressed. We then headed up to the bridge. I came to stand in front of the great viewscreen, looking down on Pollux Four, the planet we were flying towards at the moment after mapping Pollux Five.

Bones looked me over.

"You look a bit tired, Amy."

I blushed a little.

"Well, it's Scotty's and my first anniversary. We spent the morning… celebrating."

"Celebrating?" Jim asked with a smirk.

"That's a private matter, Captain." I said.

"Entering standard orbit around Pollux Four, sir." Pavel reported.

"Cartographic Detail, stand by." Jim ordered smoothly.

"Standing by, sir." Nyota said.

"Preliminary reports, Mr. Spock."

"Pollux Four. Class M type planet, oxygen and nitrogen atmosphere. Sensors indicate no life forms. Approximate age four billion years. Judged no reason for contact. In all respects, quite ordinary, Captain."

"Cartographic Sections, implement standard orders."

"All cartographic standards full automatic." Nyota said after pressing a few keys.

"Captain?" Sulu sounded like he had seen a ghost.

"What in the name of?" Bones breathed.

We all stared at the viewscreen. Originally there had only been a blue, earth-like planet but now there was a huge green hand coming from it to us.

"Analysis, Mr. Spock."

"Momentarily."

"Am I seeing zings?" Pavel asked.

"Not unless I am, too." Hikaru replied. "Captain, that thing's a giant hand."

"What is it, Mr. Spock? Is it a hand?" Jim asked, eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Negative, Captain. Not living tissue."

"A trick, then? A projection?"

"Not a projection, sir. A field of energy."

"Amy?" Jim asked, waving me closer and lowering his voice. "Could it be… magic?"

"If it is then not one I've seen before." I replied. "If it is magic it can't be a single person doing this. Even an extraordinarily strong core couldn't get that much pure energy in that shape."

"Hard about." Jim ordered aloud.

"Hard about." Sulu repeated, pressing the keys on his station. "We can't seem to get away from it."

"It's almost as if it means to grab us." Nyota said, sounding very concerned.

"Reverse all engines."

"All engines reverse."

Everyone on the bridge stumbled backward as the hand grabbed us, stopping the entire ship dead in its tracks.

"We're dead still, Captain. Helm doesn't answer. We can't move." Sulu reported.

"Amy, Scotty, a word with you."

The three of us moved to another corner of the bridge, making sure that the others couldn't hear us.

"The aura of that hand is definitely different from most things I know. No witch or wizard could build up a force field that strong, especially with my shielding around the Enterprise." I explained.

"Could you get us free?"

"Not without almost completely draining my core and you know what happened last time I did that."

Jim sighed and went back to his chair.

"Lieutenant, relay our position and circumstances to Starbase Twelve immediately." He ordered, his voice calm.

"Aye, aye, sir." Nyota replied

"Mr. Sulu, try rocking the ship. Full impulse power forward and back."

"Aye, aye, sir."

"Damage report coming in, Captain. Situation under control. Minor damage, stations three, seven, and nineteen." Nyota reported.

"Sickbay reports five minor injuries, all being treated." Bones added.

"Thank you. Mr. Sulu?"

"Applying thrust, sir. No results, Captain. We're stuck tight."

"Mr. Spock. Status."

"The ship is almost completely encircled by the field. It resembles a conventional force field but on unusual wavelengths. Despite its appearance, that of a human appendage, it is definitely not living tissue. It is energy."

"Thank you. Mr Sulu. Our forward tractor beams, adjust to repel."

"Aye, aye, sir. Standing by."

I couldn't help but think that Jim was fully in his element. He was a born leader.

"Activate." Jim commanded.

Hikaru obeyed.

"Ineffective, Captain. There doesn't seem to be anything to push against."

"Captain, a most curious development on scanner five seven." Spock reported.

"Let's all take a look at it, Mr. Spock." Jim nodded.

"Screen on, Captain."

A face appeared on the screen. It seemed to be a male human with dark curly hair. He was wearing a laurel wreath.

"Activity on hailing channel three, sir." Nyota said.

"Put it on audio, Lieutenant."

"The eons have passed and what has been written has come about. You are most welcome, my beloved children. Your places await you." The man said.

"Response frequencies, Lieutenant."

"Calculated. Channel open, sir."

"You have left your plains and valleys and made this bold venture. So it was in the beginning. You have made me proud. Now you can rest."

"This is Captain James T. Kirk, commanding the USS Enterprise. Please identify yourself."

"We shall remember together. We shall drink the sacramental wine. There shall be the music of the pipes. The long wait has ended."

"Are you responsible for stopping the ship?"

"Yes. I caused the wind to withdraw from your sails."

"Give it back, then we'll talk."

"It has been five thousand years. Have you learned no patience in that time?"

"I don't know who or what you are, but I must warn you we have the power to defend ourselves. If you value your safety, release this ship."

"You have the same fire. How like your fathers you are. Agamemnon, Hector, Odysseus."

"Never mind the history lesson. Release the ship!"

I could tell that Jim was getting agitated.

"You will obey me, lest I close my hand thus."

"External pressure building up, Captain." Scotty reported concerned. "Eight hundred GSC and climbing."

"Compensate." Jim ordered.

"One thousand GSC and climbing."

I felt a killer headache coming on and rubbed my temple, unable to concentrate on enforcing the shields around the Enterprise.

"Becoming critical, Captain. We can't handle it."

"All right! Whatever you're doing, turn it off! You win!"

The pressure behind my eyes disappeared and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Pressure is gone, Captain. Space normal on hull."

"That was your first lesson. Remember it. Captain Kirk, I invite you and your officers to join me. But do not bring that one, the one with the pointed ears. He is much like Pan, and Pan always bored me. No sad faces. This is a time to rejoice, not to fear. You are returning home. Let your hearts prepare to sing." The man on screen said and I didn't need to see Spock's face to know he had raised an eyebrow.

Jim rose from his seat, clapping Bones on the shoulder.

"Let's go, Bones. You in good voice?"

"Sure it's wise, Jim?" Bones asked sceptically.

"If we don't accept his invitation, we'll have a crushed eggshell where this ship used to be." I mused.

"Verbose, isn't he?" Spock asked.

"Insulted, Spock?" Jim smirked.

"Insults are effective only where emotion is present."

"Good. We'll tackle him together. We already know the questions. You're the best man to find the answers."

Shortly after that Jim, Bones, Pavel, Scotty and I beamed down, finding ourselves in a lightly wooded area in front of a Greek-style temple. The man was sitting on a throne.

"My children, long have I waited for this moment. The memories you bring of your lush and beautiful Earth, the green fields and blue skies, the simple shepherds and their flocks." He said.

I silently scoffed at his swollen choice of words.

"You know of Earth? You've been there?" Jim asked.

"Once I stretched out my hand, and Earth trembled. And I breathed upon it, and spring returned."

"You mentioned Agamemnon, Hector, Odysseus. How do you know about them?"

"Search your most distant memories, those of the thousands of years past, and I am there. Your fathers knew me, and your father's fathers. I am Apollo."

"And I am ze tsar of all ze Russias." Pavel scoffed.

"Mr. Chekov." Jim warned.

"I'm sorry, Keptin. I newer met a god before."

"And you haven't yet. Readings, Doctor."

Bones had his tricorder out, scanning 'Apollo'.

"Simple humanoid, Captain." He said.

"Evidently not so simple." Jim mused.

'Apollo's' gaze locked on me.

"Earth, mother of the most beautiful of women in the universe. That at least has not changed. I am pleased." He said. "Yes, my children. Zeus, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis. A gallant band of travellers. We knew your Earth well, five thousand of your years ago."

"All right. We're here at your invitation." Jim said, taking a step forward. "Would you mind telling us what you want without all the Olympian generalities?"

"You will not leave this place." Apollo said.

Jim flipped his communicator open.

"Transporter room."

"Your transportation device no longer functions."

"Enterprise, come in."

"I will not permit that device to work, either, Captain."

"What do you want?" Jim asked exasperated.

"You will worship me, as your fathers did before you."

One of my eyebrows shot up at this. Well, he certainly wouldn't get any worship out of me.

"If you want to play god and call yourself Apollo, that's your business, but you're no god to us, Mister." Jim said, jabbing a finger in the direction of the wannabe god.

"I said you would worship me."

"And you've got a lot to learn!"

"And so have you! Let the lesson begin!" Apollo grew as tall as his temple. "Welcome to Olympus, Captain Kirk."

We just stared at him. After a few moments I thought I saw a sign of weariness in Apollo's face before he simply vanished.

"To coin a phrase, fascinating." Bones said.

"Let's brainstorm." Jim said. "What do we know about Apollo?"

"Apollo was the twin brother of the hunter goddess Artemis. They were the children of Zeus and Leto." I said. "The both of them were very skilled with the bow."

"Bones?" Jim asked, looking at the CMO.

"I can't say much till I check out these readings. He looks human, but of course that doesn't mean a thing." He replied.

"Vhatewer he ees, he seems to control a remarkable technology." Pavel said,

"Power is what he controls. You can't do tricks like that without energy." Scotty interjected.

"Fine, but what power, and where is it?" Jim asked. "Scout around with your tricorders. Find the source of that power. Bones, Amy."

The others wandered off while Bones and I went to stand with Jim.

"Yes?" Bones asked.

"I wonder if five thousand years ago…" Jim started.

"You have a theory?" I asked.

"I have an idea. What if he is really Apollo?"

"What?" Bones frowned.

"Captain." I said, noticing that Apollo was back on his throne.

"I want from you that which is rightfully mine: Your loyalty, your tribute, and your worship." He said.

"May I ask what you offer in exchange for this worship?" Bones asked.

"Life in paradise. As simple and as pleasureful as it was those thousands of years ago on that beautiful planet so far away."

Well, I've got different ideas of paradise. I thought.

"Apollo, we're willing to talk, but you'll find we don't bow to every creature who happens to have a bag of tricks." Jim shook his head.

"Agamemnon was one such as you, and Hercules. Pride and arrogance. They defied me until they felt my wrath."

"I would like to point out that we are quite capable of some wrath ourselves." Scotty pointed out.
"I have four hundred and thirty people on that ship up there."

"No, you do not, Captain. They are mine. To save, to cherish, or to destroy at my will."
"Shouldn't a god be merciful?" I asked. "What you've said so far makes no sense."

"How like Aphrodite and Athena. The beauty, grace." He replied, looking me up and down. "And you seem wise for a woman. What is your name?"

"Lieutenant Commander Potter-Scott." I answered.

"I mean your name."

I slightly narrowed my eyes before answering again.

"Amaryllis."

"Amaryllis. Yes. You are beautiful. You would do Aphrodite credit. I will tell you a thousand tales, stories of courage and love. You will know what it is to be a goddess."

No thanks. I thought but decided to play along.

"Leave her alone." Scotty demanded.

"You protest? You risk much." Apollo said.

"And so do you."

With that my husband drew his phaser but Apollo blasted it out of his hand with a point of his finger.

"Scotty." Jim said, picking the twisted and melted weapon up. "Very impressive. How'd you do it?"

"I've grown weary of discussion and argument."

"Keptin, ze phasers. All ze vorking parts are fused." Pavel said, examining his own phaser.

"None of your toys will function." Apollo said before turning back to me. "Yes. You are a beauty. But like Artemis, the bow arm should be bare."

He waved his hand and my uniform turned to Greek-style draperies. The skirt went down to my ankles and had a slit in one side that went right up to my hip. The top left almost my entire back free safe for a bit of drapery that hung over my left shoulder and was tied to my pinkie finger so it moved when I lifted my left arm. It was only a bit of cloth that went from my right hip to my left shoulder that covered my breasts. The entire ensemble was in a pink that reminded me of the toad. I decided to show Apollo some of my own power.

"Nice. But pink is not really my colour, don't you think?"

I snapped my fingers, causing it to change into a deep emerald colour with a silver brooch in the shape of the symbol of the Hallows on my left shoulder.

"Ah, you are a daughter of Hecate." Apollo said, taking my hand. "Come."

"She's not going with you." Scotty protested.

"It's okay, Scotty." I said quickly. "Wouldn't be the first time I seduced my way out of a sticky situation. Remind me to tell you the story of how I managed to catch Alexander Lestrange some time."

Scotty reluctantly backed down.

"He shall learn the discipline of the temple." Apollo said. "So shall you all. Come."

Jim took a step towards us but I shook my head.

"It's all right, Captain. I'll go."

"Without fear. She is fit indeed." Apollo sounded satisfied as he led me away.

I felt a strange tickle of energy and the next moment we were on a clearing near a small lake. I decided to play the role of the amazed girl.

"It's beautiful." I said softly.

"I've known other women. Daphne, Cassandra, but none more beautiful than you. Are you frightened of me?"

"Frightened?" I turned to him. "No, I don't think so. Of course, a girl doesn't go walking with a…"

"A god?"

"All right, a god every day." A thought occurred to me. "What happened to the others? Artemis, Hera, Hecate?"

"They returned to the cosmos on the wings of the wind." Apollo explained.

"You mean they died?"

"No, not as you understand it. We're immortal, we gods. But the Earth changed. Your fathers changed. They turned away until we were only memories. A god cannot survive as a memory. We need love, admiration, worship, as you need food."

"You really think you're a god?"

"In a real sense, we were gods. We had the power of life and death. We could have struck out from Olympus and destroyed. We have no wish to destroy, so we came home again. It was an empty place without worshippers, but we had no strength to leave, so we waited, all of us, through the long years."

"But you said the others didn't die."

"Even for a god, there's a point of no return. Hera was first. She stood in front of the temple and spread herself upon the wind, thinner and thinner, until only the wind remained. But I knew you would come. You striving, bickering, foolishly brave humans. I knew you would come to the stars one day. Of all the gods, I knew and I waited, waited for you to come and sit by my side."

"I don't understand."

I understood pretty well what Apollo wanted but that question fit with my role.

"Even five thousand years ago, the gods took mortals to them to love, to care for, like Zeus took Leto, my mother. We were gods of passion, of love."

And there it was. This so-called god wanted to know me in the biblical sense of the word. But no, mister, I was already married.

"I'm… I'm already married." I whispered, avoiding his gaze.

"The great Zeus never concerned himself with that." Apollo replied, tilting my chin up. "What could a simple human do against me?"

I swallowed and closed my eyes as he pressed his lips to mine, reminding myself that it was for the safety of the others.

After that he left me alone for a while. I suddenly felt a jolt of pain coming from Scotty, followed by the typical feeling when he was unconscious. Then Apollo appeared again, looking tired. He took my hand.

"Come Amaryllis."

The strange tickle of energy was there again and suddenly I was standing in the temple, next to Apollo's throne. I could feel the worry coming from Scotty. All four men had their backs turned to us. Scotty quickly relayed their plan to me: They would all together provoke Apollo to force him to use up more and more energy so the force field around the Enterprise would falter.

"Come here!" Apollo ordered. "I know you're trying to escape me. It's useless. I know everything you do. I tried to be compassionate toward your kind."

"You know nothing about our kind." Jim half-turned to look at us. "You know only our remote ancestors who trembled before your tricks. Your tricks don't frighten us, neither do you. We've come a long way in five thousand years."

"But you're of the same nature. I could sweep you out of existence with a wave of my hand and bring you back again. I can give life or death. What else does mankind demand of its gods?"

If that were the criteria for being a god I am a goddess since I was seventeen. I thought, lightly touching the brooch on my shoulder.

"Mankind has no need for gods. We find the one quite adequate." Jim said with a carefree aura.

"We shall not debate, mortal." There was annoyance in Apollo's voice. "I offer you eternal rest and happiness according to the ancient ways. I ask little in return, but what I ask for I insist upon. Approach me."

All four men turned their backs to us.

"I said approach me!"

"We're busy." Jim scoffed.

"You will gather laurel leaves, light the ancient fires, kill a deer, make your sacrifices to me. Apollo has spoken!"

"Go! Gather laurel leaves? You must be joking!" Jim snorted.

All four men broke out laughing.

"Kill a deer. That's the funniest thing I ever heard." Bones chuckled.

"You shall reap the rewards of your insolence!"

"We're tired of your phony fireworks!" Jim shouted.

I silently threw up a shield around my friends and husband as Apollo rose from his seat.

"Mortal, you have earned this!"

The shield buckled a little under the force of Apollo's power and I had to let some of it through so Apollo wouldn't think anything of it. Jim fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing and everything inside me screamed to show Apollo just what the Mistress of Death was capable of. Apollo looked at me and must have seen the pain in my eyes because he dropped his hand so Jim was able to breathe freely again.

"I shall be lenient with you, for her sake. You will make plans to bring the rest of your people down. Be sure your artisans bring tools. You will need homes." He said.

"And you will supply the herds of sheep, and the pipes we'll play, and the simple skins we'll wear for clothes." Jim scoffed.

"You will dismantle your ship for the supplies you need, and I'll crush its empty hull. I have been too patient. I shall be patient no longer."

With that he took my hand and we disappeared. I sat down on the marble bench as he started pacing.

"Fools. I offer them more than they could know. Not just a world, but all that makes it up. Man thinks he's progressed. They're wrong. He's merely forgotten those things which gave life meaning. You'll all be provided for, cared for, happy. There is an order of things in this universe. Your species has denied it. I come to restore it. And for you, because you have the sensitivity to understand, I offer you more than your wildest dreams have ever imagined. You'll become the mother of a new race of gods. You'll inspire the universe. All men will revere you almost as a goddess yourself. And I shall love you for time without end, worlds without end. You shall complete me, and I you."

I accepted his embrace and kiss, making a mental note to kiss the hell out of Scotty once we got away to get that taste out of my mouth. When he broke the kiss he told me to tell the others that he wanted us to live in peace, that he wanted to provide for us and that he would give us everything we ever wanted. Then he sent me off to the others. Scotty immediately ran to my side.

"Lass, are you alright?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I just have that horrible taste from Apollo's kisses in my mouth."

I shuddered.

"He sent me to tell you that he wants us to live in peace. He wants to provide for us and he'll give us everything we ever wanted." My voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Now, what's the plan now that your last one failed?"

"He thrives on love, worship, attention." Jim started.

I had an inkling were this was going.

"Yes?" I asked.

"We can't give him that worship, none of us can. Especially you."

"I hoped you'd say that, Jim." I smirked.

"Spurn him. Reject him. You must. You're special to him."

"I know. You can count on me, Captain."

With that I walked away but not before blowing a kiss in the direction of my husband. Apollo transported me back to him. He immediately pulled me against him and started kissing me. I turned slightly away when he broke the kiss.

"I must say, Apollo, the way you ape human behaviour is remarkable, but there are some other things I must know." I said. "I mean, the way you manipulated that amount of pure energy to form that hand, astonishing. I must know everything about how you do that."

"What?"

"I've never seen a wizard or witch to be able to control that much energy. I've never encountered a specimen like you before."

"I am Apollo. I have chosen you."

"I'm sure that's very flattering, but I must get on with my work now."

"Your work?"

"I'm an engineer. The manipulation of energy is one of my specialities. Surely you know I've only been studying you."

"I don't believe it. You love me."

Pompous, self-absorbed prat. I thought.

"Love you? Be logical. I'm not some simple shepherdess you can awe. And I'm already married to a wonderful man."

I started to walk away from him.

"Amaryllis! I forbid you to go. I order you to stay."

I raised an eyebrow and turned back to him.

"Is that the secret of your power over women, the thunderbolts you throw?" I asked.

Wind picked up around us and thunder rolled. I didn't allow myself to back down but soon the strong wind threw me off balance. I heard the phasers of the Enterprise fire. Worry washed through me from Scotty as Apollo loomed over me as a giant image of himself. Then he disappeared and I heard his desperate cries at the same time as the temple crumbled. I got to my feet and found my way back to the temple. Scotty pulled me in his arms. I was exhausted and allowed him to sit me down on one of the nearby benches. Apollo walked around, surveying the ruins of his temple.

"I would have cherished you, cared for you. I would have loved you as a father loves his children. Did I ask so much?" He cried.

"We've out grown you. You asked for something we could no longer give." Jim replied.

"Amaryllis, I loved you. I would have made a goddess of you. I've shown you my open heart. See what you've done to me."

"My heart belongs to only one, Apollo." I replied, taking Scotty's hand.

Apollo became a giant again and looked up to the sky.

"Zeus, Hermes, Hera, Aphrodite. You were right. Athena, you were right. The time has passed. There is no room for gods. Forgive me, my old friends. Take me. Take me!" He cried and disappeared.

I leaned onto Scotty. I knew that Pavel and Bones would have questions after the colour-changing stunt I pulled and the 'daughter of Hecate' comment from Apollo.

"I wish we hadn't had to do this." Bones commented.

"So do I. They gave us so much." Jim agreed. "The Greek civilisation, much of our culture and philosophy came from a worship of those beings. In a way, they began the Golden Age. Would it have hurt us, I wonder, just to have gathered a few laurel leaves?"

I chuckled at that, snapping my fingers to change my clothes back to my uniform. Bones and Pavel stared and took a few steps closer.

"What the hell?" Bones asked.

"You heard what he said about me, right?" I asked. "He called me a daughter of Hecate. Do you know what Hecate was the goddess of?"

"Magic." Pavel said after a moment. "My mozer ees a squib."

Then his eyes widened.

"You are ze Girl-Vho-Liwed!" He exclaimed.

I groaned.

"I hate that title. Really, for all their magic the wizarding world is horrible at thinking of titles."

"Girl-Who-Lived?" Jim and Bones asked in unison.

"I'll explain later. I really need a shower, a proper lunch and a pepper-up-potion right now. Then I'll answer all of your questions."

"All right." Jim said, taking his communicator out. "Transporter room, five to beam up."

A long hot shower, a pepper-up-potion and a huge chicken sandwich later Jim, Scotty, Pavel, Bones and I were sitting in the briefing room.

"You know what, call Nyota, Spock and Hikaru too." I sighed. "I can as well tell the whole Command Crew."

Jim pressed the button for the intercom.

"Commander Spock, Lieutenant Uhura and Lieutenant Sulu to the briefing room." He ordered.

A few minutes later the three had joined us. I took a deep breath and decided to do it like back when I had told Scotty.

"Magic is real." I blurted out. "I'm talking about wand-waving, broom-riding, cauldron-stirring witches and wizards."

"Dr. McCoy, I advise you to examine Lieutenant Commander Potter-Scott for any head injuries she might have sustained at the hands of Apollo." Spock said.

"I'm perfectly sane and healthy, thank you, Mr. Spock. You could contact Ambassador Selek or Admiral Pike. They will confirm what I told you." I replied. "But I think a practical demonstration would be better."

I pulled my phoenix wand out and pointed it at one of the empty chairs in the room.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

The chair started hovering in the air. I ended the spell and turned the chair into a fully grown Irish wolfhound and back. Bones, Hikaru and Nyota blinked, gaping. Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Fascinating." He commented. "Why did you keep it secret?"

"Eet's law." Pavel helped me out.

I nodded.

"The International Statue of Secrecy, signed by the International Confederation of Wizards in 1662 in response to the Witch Trials. The Wizarding World is a hidden community on earth, making up about ten percent of the human population." I explained. "We have our own governments, schools, hospitals, sport events, even wars. Most things are strictly regulated in order to keep magic hidden from non-magical people, so-called muggles."

"How didn't our scanners find the Wizarding World yet?" Nyota asked.

"Advanced technology short-circuits in areas of high magical density unless it's shielded. For example I've shielded the entire Enterprise and every single piece of technology on board. This is the only ship that could hover in the sky above Hogwarts without falling straight down after the stray magic kills the engines."

"Hogwarts?"

"A British magic school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to be exact." I shook my head. "Most of the Wizarding World is stuck in the middle ages. Most purebloods don't understand technology that's higher advanced than Victorian Era."

"Purebloods?" Jim asked.

I sighed.

"Sadly the Wizarding World isn't free of an equivalent of racism. There are three official kinds of blood-status: pureblood, halfblood, and muggleborn." I explained. "A pureblood is a magical person born from magical parents who had both magical parents themselves. That's the usual definition. But there are pureblood supremacists who think that having one muggle in the bloodline makes one 'impure'. A halfblood is a magical person born from one pureblood and one muggle or muggleborn. And a muggleborn is the first magical person in a family."

"You said something about wars…" Hikaru said hesitantly.

Pavel's expression turned to one of pity.

"I learned a bit about zose from Mama." He said softly. "Zere vere tvo in ze last few decades."

I nodded and gave a much abbreviated recount the events from the end of the First War to the end of the Second War with the Final Battle at Hogwarts. Scotty held me tightly over the entire story, his silent support giving me the strength to go through with this. Everyone but Spock and Scotty was gaping at me.

"What exactly is magic capable of?" Spock asked after a few moments of silence.

"You should ask what it isn't capable of. I can't make food out of nothing. I can't make money out of nothing. I can't bring back the dead…"

Except I can. I thought to myself, carefully keeping it from Scotty.

I shook my head.

"Other than that there is a wide variety, ranging from everyday household charms over healing spells and potions of every possible intent to the darkest of dark curses. I can make people grow additional limbs, I can bottle luck, I can make Spock confess his undying love to Bones in a passionate, heartfelt poem… Although the curse I'd need to do that is illegal."

"The governments?" Hikaru asked.

"Yes. There is the British Ministry of Magic, the American one, and several others. Each one is headed by a Minister of Magic who is supported by the Wizengamot, made up of the Heads of the Houses. Every Minister of Magic holds a seat in the International Confederation of Wizards, together with five members of every Wizengamot." I explained. "The Ministries regulate things like magical transportation, the hiding of magical creatures, and the keeping of the Statue of Secrecy."

"Heads of Houses?" Jim asked.

"There are quite a few old lines, especially in Britain. I, for example, am technically Lady Amaryllis Lillian Potter-Scott, Lady Potter of the Courageous and Honourable House of Potter, Lady Black of the most Ancient and Noble House of Black, and Lady Merlin of Avalon."

"You mentioned healing spells?" Bones asked.

I smiled and nodded.

"I'm not an expert, you'd have to speak with a potions master, a Healer and probably a Herbologist on that but I can tell you quite a bit. How about you come to our quarters tomorrow and I show you how some easier potions are brewed. I could even give you some books on magical healing. I studied them as background reading."

Bones nodded.

"That could be interesting."

I leaned against Scotty, yawning.

"If you have more questions you know where to find me. Now I'm tired. Goodnight, everyone."

With that I rose from my seat and made my way back to Scotty's and my shared quarters. I hoped under the shower and changed into a simple cotton nightgown before falling down on the bed, pulling the blankets up to my chin. I tried to push the memories of the War away, knowing that they would cause old nightmares to come up again. Back when I had told Scotty the newly formed bond had prevented the old memories from assaulting me but this time I had nothing like that. About fifteen minutes after I had lain down I felt Scotty's mind brush against mine while he lay down next to me. Although he was a constant warm presence we didn't share every thought, not wanting to assault the other's privacy. I gladly allowed my husband to sooth my mind as he pulled me into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of my neck. I leaned into the touch, silently thanking him.

A/N: That was the big Reveal of magic to the Command Crew. Not sure how I'm going to reveal the Mistress of Death thing. Please review.