Hey! First regular update! OMG THIS FEELS AWESOME. YUS. Hehe sorry I'm happy. So how are you? Is this better? I hope so! I'm writing this on the car on the way to vacation, so… yeah. As I have no idea what else to say… ENJOY!


Disclaimer: I ain't the owner of Star Trek. I ain't even bovvered. Do I look bovvered? Face look bovvered? I ain't bovvered. (Yes I am. I wanna own Star Trek! BWAHHHH! Also a parody of Catherine Tate… idk if all the lines are right, though :'C.)


Chapter 8-

The U.S.S. Enterprise

The first thing I did when the doctor walked in for my last-minute, triple-check physical was ask for a boy's uniform.

I refused to wear this skimpy dress for a moment longer, much less to work in for the next few weeks.

"Hello, my name is Doctor Leonard McCoy, but you can call me-"

"Can I please have a boy's uniform?"

I loved the look the doctor got when I had asked him that- fifty shades of uncomfortable.

He still had the remnants of it, even now that my check-up was almost done.

"Okay, I'm just taking one more test, Em," he promised. "A DNA sample, just to make sure you are who you say you are, am I right?"

It took me embarrassingly long to figure out he was joking.

I laughed, too, even though that was way too close for me to be comfortable.

But as he pushed the needle into my finger, I silently prayed Spock had remembered to switch the DNA coding from my file into hers.

"Okay," he smiled. "That should be it. I'll have results of everything by tonight- after lift-off, yeah, but if anything's developed that needs treatment, we can send a med-pod back home, so don't worry. Um, Engineering is just down three floors, using that lift," he pointed behind him, "then down three doorways to the right, though they typically leave that open, so… go report for duty. Scotty should be your head officer."

While he was talking, I had jumped off the table, but at that, I froze.

Scotty…

"Who?"

"Oh, Scotty- Montgomery Scott, that is. Head Engineer. Practically invented trans-warp beaming. Can be a total a** sometimes, picks my last nerve a lot. You'll get along well."

Scott… like, Gemini Kylee Scott…

My heart started pounding.

Could it be…? I mean, my dad had been missing for years…

Ohmigod, on the Enterprise, too… that would be fantastic…

No.

No. There are BILLIONS of Scotts in the world. Not everyone you want to be your dad will be, Gem.

There's about a million-to-one chance.

Co·in·ci·dence (kōˈinsədəns): (noun). A remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection.

I recomposed myself, turning towards the door. "Thank you, Doc…tor McCoy!"

"Em!" He called.

It took me a second to realize 'Em' was me, not 'Gem', but I turned back around. "Yeah?"

He reached up onto a rack. "You wanted the guys' uniform, right? Not the 'skimpy dress'?" He threw a red shirt and black trousers at me. "There ya go. This never leaves the Enterprise, deal?"

I looked down at the new red cloth. It was shorter than mine, but much looser, not to mention the comfortable-looking black pants.

"Thanks, Doc!" I called, hopping into the lift.

I was pretty sure he replied, but I couldn't hear him over the sliding shut of the doors.

Ten minutes later found me redressed and reporting for duty.

"Um, excuse me," I asked one of the other engineers, "could you point me to who's in charge?"

The man nodded, wordlessly pointing over to a station where a mess of curly hair was bent over something.

That must be Scotty.

I took a deep breath, walking up to him.

"Excuse me," I addressed the bent form, "I'm Emerson Song, the new engineer. I was told to report to you, Mister-"

The man looked up at me.

My breath hitched in my throat from surprise.

"-Chekov?!"

"Miss Song?!"

He seemed as surprised as I did.

"Why are you down here?" I asked quickly. "I thought you were supposed to be-"

"-Captain Kirk sent me down here," he explained. "Mister Scott resigned earlier today. I thought that you would already have been assigned to your station, and- vat are you vearing?"

I looked down, temporarily having forgotten my change in uniform in favor of Chekov's surprise appearance.

"Well…" I began, then sighed as any logical explanation other than mine escaped my mind. "I wasn't wearing a skimpy dress to work, okay?"

He chuckled. "Only on the Enterprise. Would you like the grand tour?"

I nodded. "Probably need that, if I'm gonna be working here."

He smiled at me, pulling me to the center of the room. "Then, first stop on our tour- here. Miss Song, this is the control room for the whole of the ship. Without us here in Engineering, nothing would ever get done. I know I am typically in the Bridge, but it really is a different kind of beauty here. Without Engineering, even my job would be meaningless-"

"Attention, crew of the Enterprise," Kirk's voice cut him off over the intercom. We, like everyone else, paused to listen, though Chekov sent me an apologetic glance.

"As most of you know, Christopher Pike, former captain of this ship, and our friend, is dead."

I took a shaky breath, memories of that night replaying through my mind.

My fault…

My fault…

Stop.

"The man who killed him has fled our system and is hiding on the Klingon homeworld, somewhere he believes we are unwilling to go."

Okay, knew that from Spock.

"We are on our way there now."

I focused on the words, hoping he'd divulge some of his plan.

I needed this.

I needed to find John Harrison just as much as he did.

"Per Admiral Marcus, it is essential that our presence go undetected," he continued. "Tensions between the Federation and the Klingon Empire have been high; any provocation could lead to an all out war."

There was a pause here, as though he was fighting with himself over something.

He was going to tell us the plan.

Kirk sighed, giving in to something.

"I will personally lead a landing party to an abandoned city on the surface of Qo'nos," he started again, "where we will capture the fugitive John Harrison, and return him to Earth so he can face judgment for his actions."

My heart flipped.

He was going to be here.

On the Enterprise.

The man who killed Chris.

The man who ruined whatever chance at a normal life I had had.

I took in a deep breath.

I knew I wouldn't be going on the mission with his team.

But either which way, I was going to find a way to talk to Harrison.

Just once.

Just for a few minutes.

I wanted to hear him say how he could justify his actions.

How he could kill all those people and still sleep at night.

How he could kill Chris and not expect repercussions.

I wanted to look in his eyes as he said it. As he justified himself.

And I wanted him to know he was wrong.

I got one chance, and I was taking it.

"Alright, let's go get this son of a b****," Kirk sighed. "Kirk out."

I blinked away the tears I had failed to realize were threatening to fall.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to face Chekov.

His eyes were sad, sorrowful. "Did… Did you lose someone that day?"

"Yes," I admitted quietly. "Someone very important to me."

He nodded, accepting the explanation.

"I… I am sorry your introduction to the Enterprise was not a happier one," he said.

"It's not your fault," I said, wiping a hand over my face. "I don't need sympathy. I just need closure."

That was as far as we went on that topic.

The tour now forgotten, Chekov did take a moment to show me the ropes before assigning me a position.

I went to work, though my mind kept thinking about Harrison.

I would meet him soon.

And when I did… I would make him pay.

Then I noticed something on my screen.

"Hey, Chekov…?" I called, eyes still running every possible test over the reading.

He came over. "Yes, Miss Song?"

"Em," I corrected automatically. "But… I think something's wrong with the core."

He froze. "What?"

"I don't know, I think…"

I swallowed, realizing what was happening.

This was bad.

No, more than that.

This never happened.

This was wrong.

This was… intentional…

"…I think the core's overheating!"

He cursed, running towards another station and slamming a hand to a button.

The ship jerked out of warp suddenly, knocking me to the ground.

I nearly ate the railing on the way down, somehow managing to only crack my head against it.

Chekov glanced at me, panicked, but I nodded. "I'm okay…"

He nodded back, running towards the core maintenance panels and machines as he spoke to someone through his communicator.

I tried to convince myself he had this handled, despite my rushing head.

But I had a feeling all hades was about to break loose.

And I was right.


Yay! Another chapter done! (I was supposed to post the first one yesterday, but I still have one more chapter I need to do before I start this… :'C.) I'm on the road all day today, though, so I'm hoping to crank out one more! I still like reviews… Anyway, see you next week!