Disclaimer: Still, three stories in, don't own anybody except for Rosie. No monies, nada. Just for fun :) The only thing I get out of it is knowing I'm writing something people enjoy.

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Rosie was finishing up priming the warp core, not an easy feat for one person, but still manageable, when Chekov wandered down into engineering. "What're you doing down here, Pavel?" Rosie asked, glancing up from the PADD in her hands. "I though we were going to be leaving spacedock really soon. Shouldn't you be at your console on the bridge?"

"Zee keptain," Chekov started talked quickly, his accent making it a little difficult to keep up with him, "He told me zhat I was to report down here and put on a red shirt." Chekov was tugging at the hem of his yellow command shirt, looking around anxiously. "Vhy vould he do zhat? You and Mr. Scott are hiz best engineers. You two do not need my help wiz anysing, I'm sure."

Rosie swallowed and put the PADD down on the table next to her. Taking a deep breath, she turned to the young Russian boy. "Scotty…quit."

"Vhat?!"

"Jim wanted him to sign for some weaponry that Scotty didn't feel comfortable with, so Scotty resigned. I had to sign for them."

"So you are okay wizh zhees weapons?"

"No, actually. I'm not."

"Zhen vhy are you still here, if I may azk?"

"The captain needs someone who's looking out for his best interests." Sighing, she moved back towards the PADD to pick it up again. "Come on, I could use help with the warp core."

It took a good while, but eventually she stepped back announcing they were done. And it was just in time, as the communications console chirped. Chekov ran over and pressed the button, "Chekov here."

"Mr. Chekov," Jim's voice rang out, "Are we ready?"

Chekov looked back at Rosie, and she nodded her confirmation. "Yez, sir. We are."

"Thank you. Kirk out."

All was silent for a few moments, and then Jim's voice started again, this time over the ship-wide channel. He explained that Admiral Pike was dead, that it was Harrison's fault, and that they were heading out to Qo'noS to retrieve him.

"Our presence must remain undetected. Any notice of us could send the Klingons into an all-out war with the Federation," Jim's disembodied voice continued. Rosie held her breath, prepared for the next bombshell. "I will personally lead a landing party to an abandoned city of the surface of Qo'noS, where we will capture the fugitive, John Harrison, and return him to Earth so he can face judgment for his actions. Let's go get this son of a bitch. Kirk out."

"Oh, thank god," Rosie let out the breath she'd been holding is a rush. "He's not going to use the torpedoes."

"What torpedoes? Are zhoes zhee weapons?" Rosie'd forgotten she wasn't alone. She couldn't make her voice work, so she just nodded to the Russian boy.

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They were in transit, and everything was functioning properly, so Rosie decided to go back to the torpedoes. "I'll be back, Pavel," she told him as she stood up. She made her way, down the hall and turned left, where she promptly ran into Dr. Carol Wallace.

"Oh, I'm so sorry…" she apologized in a rush to the other blonde woman, standing there scanning the torpedoes. Recollecting herself quickly, she continued, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to verify that the torpedoes are internally stable," Wallace said to her with a cheery smile on her face.

"They're shielded," Rosie crossed her arms over her chest, trying not to glare at the taller woman. "You won't find anything with a basic scanner. I've already tried that."

"I can see that," the woman's smile never faltered. "Rosie, was it? Seems you're on a first name basis with everyone aboard the Enterprise, even the captain."

"Lieutenant Commander Moure," Rosie told Dr. Wallace, not liking the way her name came out of her mouth.

"If I may interrupt," Spock cut in before Rosie could say anything further, "I believe there is a message for you from Mr. Scott back in engineering, Rosie." Rosie narrowed her eyes, knowing Scotty wouldn't be distracting her with messages at a time like this, but took the hint and left to head back to engineering without a word.

"What are you doing?" Spock then turned to Dr. Wallace.

"As I said to…Moure," Carol turned that smile on the Vulcan, "verifying that the torpedoes…"

"You misunderstand me. What are you doing aboard the Enterprise? There is no record of you being assigned to this ship. A fact I am certain that Ms. Moure is aware of as well. She can be quite nosey when she wishes to be."

"I believe there must be some mistake…" Carol started to backtrack.

"My conclusion as well, Dr. Marcus." Her smile slipped of her face quickly. "Except that you have lied about your identity. Wallace is your mother's surname. One can only assume then that the Admiral is your father."

"Mr. Spock, please…" Dr. Marcus moved forward towards the Vulcan, "he cannot know that I am here…" Their conversation was cut off as the ship jarred.

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"God damn it, Chekov," Rosie stumbled into the room. "I leave you alone for three minutes…"

"Did you break my ship, Chekov?!" Jim's voice rang out through the room.

"I am sorry, Keptain!" Chekov was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. "Zee core owerheated, and I had to drop zhee ship out of warp!"

"I'll fix it, Jim!" Rosie shouted to the communcations console."

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"I'll fix it, Jim!" Rosie's voice echoed throughout the bridge.

"Damn it…" Jim sighed moving away from the console. "Where's Spock?"

"Here, Sir," the Vulcan announced as he walked back onto the bridge.

"Come with me," Jim said, nodding his head towards his ready room. Spock followed him silently. When the doors slid shut, isolating them from the rest of the bridge, Jim flopped down into the chair behind his desk with a sigh. "You're coming down to Qo'noS with me."

"Yes, sir…" Spock answered as Jim began rummaging through a drawer.

"How's Uhura's Klingon? She could be really useful if something happens."

"I believe it is not her best, but certainly adequate…" Spock trailed off as Jim withdrew a box from the drawer and continued to flip it open and closed. "What are you doing, Captain?"

Jim froze, realizing what he was doing. "Ah…" he started, trying to look for a cover up, but couldn't find one. "Here. Look." He flipped the box open again, and turned it around to reveal its contents.

"A diamond ring?" Spock reached forward and picked up the box. "You wish to ask Rosie to marry you?"

"I do. I had it made during the horta incident, but I haven't asked yet," Jim explained as Spock handed the box back to him. He flipped it shut and stuffed it back into the drawer. "I haven't found the right time yet."

Nodding, Spock answered him, "She will find the ring most beautiful. I am certain she will agree."

Jim smiled for the first time in a few days. "Thanks, Spock."

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A/N: Oh goodness, sorry it's been a few days! My little kitty boy had his big neutering surgery on Friday, so I spent all day Friday worrying about him, and all weekend taking care of him! Hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter!