A/N: Here is the last chapter. Enjoy.


They were now on the other side of Littaner. After stopping to inform Bimbge that Spock was ok, and finding out that they had figured out Sam within seconds of meeting her, they headed off. That had been three months earlier. Jim watched as Bones and Sam ate together on the other side of the mess hall. He still hadn't pried out the story of how they got together. He would eventually, that much he knew.

Bones had closed his eyes, and was trying to feed himself breakfast by touch-telepathy alone and seeing through Sam's eyes. Sam's left hand was touching the tips of Bones' right, her right had a spoon of something on it that left a trail of orange goo around his mouth, making them both laugh. Jim joined in, until his First Officer spoke up

"That would be most beneficial, Captain, should something happen to Dr McCoy and he is unable to use his hands or he has lost his sight."

Jim looked over at the male half-Vulcan, the joy he had felt deflating, "Or they could just be having fun, Spock. Granted if they managed to perfect that," he waved his hand in their general direction to see Bones try and direct her hand to clean the mess, "It would be amazing, but for now, I think they're just having some fun."

Bones' efforts at directing her hand were only to succeed in making it worse. He could hear a few others chuckle at the sight. It was good for his friend to loosen up.

Just then the lights flickered and the temperature dropped enough that he could see his breath for a moment. He breathed out again, and a fog formed in front of his mouth. He looked around the mess hall as the silence registered. The lights never flickered unless there was major damage. Everyone else was still and had remained in their seats.

Except for Winchester. She had stood, stepping clear of the table and pulling on her gloves. She then picked up a salt shaker, broke it open and held in her hand. She was looking around the room, her eyes never resting on anything for more than a few seconds. Jim saw another person standing, and Winchester's roaming eyes latched onto them. It was Ensign Sable, a Thesian that had joined them after their stopover at Earth. It, (no one knew if it was male or female, and Sable hadn't said) had started to advance on a young female Lt, Tig'san.

"Hey!" Winchester called out suddenly, making the Ensgin turn to her. "Leave him."

Jim wondered what she was talking about, until the Ensign spoke. Jim had spoken to Sable a couple of times, and he sounded nothing like she did then.

"Why, when he has so many arms to use?" The Thesian had four arms, and Scotty had found them very useful over the past several months.

Well, that answered the gender question. He thought. But what the hell was going on?

Winchester suddenly held out her hand, "Spock, don't!"

Spock was still standing beside him, not behind Sable, as her hand was indicating. But it had the desired effect, making Sable turn around. Then with the speed at which only a Vulcan can move, she raced over to him and shoved a fist full of salt into his mouth.

Jim watched in shock as something exploded out the back of the Ensign. It vanished so fast all he could see of it was a grey-black blur.

"It's ok, you're ok now, it's gone, you're safe." He heard Winchester murmur over and over again as she laid Sable on the floor, Bones wiping his face as he rushed over to help the man. Jim was shocked to see black goo running from his mouth, eyes, nose and ears. He looked to Spock, but he looked as shocked as he did, as did everyone else in the room. He went over and was about to demand an answer when a sound came from her. She reached behind her and pulled something from her back pocket.

She took a moment to look at the screen before flipping it open and answering, placing it so it covered from her ear to her mouth. It looked like a communicator, but not. "What have you got, Dean?" She reached out to the Ensign's face as she listened, "Because I'm older, and I asked first." She growled as she wiped some of the goo onto her glove-covered fingertips. She suddenly winced at the reply, before sighing deeply.

She took a breath as she rubbed her fingers and thumb together, smearing the black substance. "Ectoplasm, I've got ectoplasm." She stood and looked at him, then, "We've got one seriously pissed off spirit on board."