A/N: I CAN'T DO IT! I SHOULD BE WORKING ON MY BOOK, BUT I FEEL AWFUL LEAVING YOU GUYS ON A SAD NOTE! I'M SO PATHETIC!

*sniff* Here... have some fluffy fluffiness.

June 11, 2289

It was a beautiful day in San Francisco, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and there was hardly any traffic for some inexplicable reason.

The perfect day for a wedding, one would have ultimately decided. And it most certainly was.

As everyone in that garden stood to watch the bride who was grinning so wide that it nearly poked both of her fathers on either side of her, they all had the same thought, minus the groom, who had the words holy shit she's absolutely gorgeous what do I do running through his mind on infinite loop, on their minds.

Finally.

In her simple white gown with a silk blue sash, one would think that the pointy-eared blond was a princess instead of the daughter of two intergalactic heroes. Indeed, the bride was glowing.

Literally, glowing.

Right before reaching the altar, the bride began shrieking in terror, disappearing on the spot.

The best man, who also happened to be the groom's brother, was the first to speak.

"The fuck just happened?"

-To Boldly Go-

A while earlier, the USS Enterprise...

Six years.

Six goddamn motherfucking years that they'd been combing the entirety of the cosmos for her, and they'd come up with squat. Nada. Nothing. Zilch.

They were on their second five-year mission now, one they'd only gotten because of her unknown location. Pike had told them at the start that if this mission ended and she was still not found, Hannelore Amanda Kirk would be declared legally deceased, despite the fact that Spock could still sense her.

Surprisingly, Kirk took that pretty well. It was Spock who'd had a fit at that, actually grimacing at Pike before storming out of the room in a huff. When Kirk had questioned him on this unusual behavior, he'd completely lost it, yelling that he didn't understand how declaring someone who was obviously still alive to be deceased was in any way logical, turning over a table with little effort and storming out once again.

For the first time, Kirk realized that he wasn't the only one hurting. Spock wanted his only child back just as badly as he did, but unlike Kirk he chose to keep his emotions to himself. Kirk thought about those few times he'd caught Spock playing with their child, or hearing him comforting her over the baby monitor, and realized that those couldn't have been the only times he did that, he probably was just as involved with her as he was.

Everyone else was hurting too, he realized later on. Hanners wasn't only his and Spock's child, she was the child of the Enterprise, something that had truly brought them all together as a crew.

If not for himself or Spock, he had to find that child. For everyone's sake.

That was why getting sucked into a wormhole was not a very good thing. It sort of detracted from them finding Hannelore's whereabouts.

"Goddammit, people! We don't have time for this! I-"

Scotty suddenly interrupted that little tirade. "Erm, Cap'n? Ah think ye may want tah get down 'ere- OW! Fer the love o' god, lassie, stop 'itting me!"

Kirk sighed and grabbed Spock's arm tiredly. "C'mon, Spock, let's get over there and see what he wants."

"Pardon me, Captain, but why does this require my presence?"

"Because I said so. C'mon."

-Where No Man Has Gone Before-

With a nearly silent hiss, the doors to the transport bay slid open.

"Okay, Scotty make it quick, we're kind of- What the balls?"

Currently, the Scotsman was being assaulted by a young woman in a simple wedding gown with her bouquet, and man did she look just absolutely livid.

"SEND ME HOME RIGHT NOW DOUCHE NUGGET! IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, I'M SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING MAR-"

"HEY! LAY OFF MY HEAD ENGINEER!" Kirk shouted, running over to extract her from the Scot.

She turned to glare at him, but her sour expression immediately turned to one of surprise. "P... Papa? Is that you?"

For the first time, Jim noticed her ears, pointed upward toward the skies. He looked into her deep brown eyes, innocent and yet so familiar.

They were just the same as Spock's eyes. As her eyes.

"H... H-Hannelore?"

"Th-That would be me, yes. Why... Why do you look like you did when I was seven?"

Without answering the question, the Captain wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"I... I can't believe it's you... I thought that I'd never see you again!"

Awkwardly, the bride patted his back. "Uh... there, there?" Hannelore looked up at Spock.

Has Papa always been this odd, or is this new?

Spock was extremely startled by the sudden mental communication. You are still able to communicate with me telepathically?

His daughter gave him a befuddled look. Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be able to chat with you over brainwaves?

I have not been able to contact you in all the time we have been searching for you.

Hannelore rolled her eyes. Well, duh, I was seven. I didn't even know what a Vulcan was at that point in time, let alone know that I had Vulcan heredity.

Spock gave her a confused look, planning to request further explanation, but as usual, Kirk decided to take up her time.

"So, why are you wearing a wedding dress, exactly?" Jim asked upon releasing his daughter.

In a manner eerily reminiscent of a certain half-Vulcan, the blonde raised one eyebrow. "Because I'm sort of supposed to be getting married? You know, the reason most women wear wedding dresses?"

"Wait, what? MARRIED? YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO BE GETTING MARRIED!"

"Dude, I'm twenty-seven. I think I'm mature enough to decide who I want to spend the rest of my life with."

"No you're not! I'm thirty-three and I'm not married!"

"Yeah, for a little while longer anyway." Hanners muttered under her breath, Kirk barely catching it.

"What was that?"

"Sorry, no spoilers! Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to get back to San Francisco before my maid of honor flips the fuck out and we have yet another incident involving wedding cake, a wacky inflatable waving arm man thingy, entirely too much caffeine and slash or alcohol, and a box of crayons." The girl shuddered. "Those poor monkeys..."

"...I fail to understand how any of those things relate to the others..." Spock commented, slightly dumbstruck by the statement.

"Trust me, once you meet Tai, you'll understand what I mean."

-SPIIIIIIRK!-

"... And that's why Wade and Tai are no longer welcome in Puerto Rico." Hannelore leaned back on the padded subway seat, taking a deep breath after recounting one of the numerous tales of her friends' misadventures to the past (at least from her viewpoint) versions of her parents.

"... When, exactly, did you meet these people? I need to make sure you don't hang out with them. EVER."

"If I don't hang out with them, I'll never meet my fiancé and end up married to a cheating jerkface. You'd rather I marry an asshole?"

Kirk did a double-take. "Wait, what? Were you engaged before you were engaged to this guy?"

"Yep, 'bout two years ago I was all set to marry a butt-head by the name of Garry Michealson. He was this handsome big-shot movie star I met in New York during my first run on Broadway-"

"Wait wait wait, Broadway? As in, the Broadway?"

"Well, duh! There aren't that many Broadways notorious for theatre, I'm sure."

"That's not the point! You're an actress?"

"Yep! Movies, TV, theatre, you name it! But back to the point, Peter- my fiancé- and Tai and Wade found out that Garry was a two-timing dickhead, which was a big deal within itself, but there was also the fact that Petey had kind of been in love with me since we were like, twelve or something. 'Oblivious to Love' apparently runs in our family."

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. Anyway, it's my wedding, right? And I'm up on the altar, all set to get married, when suddenly Peter just flips out. I think he made a sound like 'SLAPAPOW', dashed up to the altar, decked Garry, slung me over his shoulder and fled the church. Tai and Wade apparently burst out cheering and started being all celebratory moments later. And we've been together ever since. Right after I punched his lights out for ruining my wedding."

"... I am not quite sure what to make of that."

"Make of it what you will. Oh, look, we're here."

-STAR TREK-

"Dude, stop being such a woman!"

Currently, the groom and his brother/ best man were sitting at the reception hall's bar, the former sobbing grossly over the fact that he'd basically been abandoned at the altar by the girl he'd loved since he was in the sixth grade.

"Sh-shut up you insensitive jerk-face!"

Wade merely grunted, taking a swig of his whiskey. "Ahh. Told ya getting married was a bad idea."

"Y-You're a bad idea!"

"Says the younger sibling to his elder brother."

Meanwhile, the maid of honor was completely flipping out, the other bridesmaids (and the fathers of the bride) attempting to keep her from murdering people and/or small and adorable critters in her rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS THIS HOW CAN SHE JUST DISAPPEAR LITERALLY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR FIFTEEN STINKIN' YEARS!"

"Cool it, Tailona! I'm pretty sure that Hanners doesn't know how to make herself disappear on command or anything. In fact, I bet she's on her way back right-"

At that moment, the large ivory doors to the hall opened, revealing the subject of all the chaos.

"Whoa, it's like a funeral in here! Who died?"

"... Wow. I actually didn't think that I was right."

Kirk and Spock were not quite sure what to make of the tiny woman with curly pointed ears and a mass of puffy hot pink hair storming towards the future version of their daughter, though both of their first instincts were to stand in front of her protectively. However, she waved them off casually, so the only option was to be on guard.

"Hey, Tai! What happened to your hair?"

The shorter girl glared at the bride. "Do you realize what you've done? This day was going to be perfect! I've waited fifteen fuckin' years for this, and you disappear into thin air! Just look at my hair!" Tai angrily gestured to the mass atop her hair. "I used an entire can of hairspray, and yet it's still a fluffy fuschia fiasco! That's how much stress you've caused me, you stupid bitch!"

To the continued surprise of Spock and Kirk, rather than decking this insanely rude woman, pulled her close.

"There, there. I'm sorry I ruined my wedding day for you, Tai-tai. But I promise, I'm gonna make things right. Am I forgiven?"

The troll-doll-like girl sniffled. "I guess. Your groom's over by the bar with Wade, drowning his sorrows."

Hannelore looked confused. "Petey doesn't drink."

"He's probably drunk on sadness at this point. Sober 'em up, would ya?"

The bride smiled and released her friend, making her way over to the bar.

"Hey, handsome. You okay?"

The glasses-wearer looked up, then immediately stumbled back in shock. "H-Hannelore! You're okay!"

"'Course I am. What, you don't think I can handle my own?"

Peter stood up, suddenly looking angry. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? For all I knew, you could've been kidnapped by space-pirates or something! God, I can't believe- mmph!"

The much shorter bride pulled her husband-to-be down to her eye-level, effectively shutting him up with her lips. After a long, passionate smooch (and a wolf-whistle courtesy of Wade), Hannelore released him, Peter's face having become the color of a ripe tomato and his glasses as cloudy as a windshield of a car driving through fog.

"... Guh..."

The bride smirked, taking her husband-to-be by the hand and leading him off. "C'mon, I think that Uncle Chekov is legally able to marry us on this planet."

While the couple went to be officially married, the present and future versions of her parents had met.

"So, any idea why she ended up on our Enterprise?"

"It is very complicated, however I believe it has to do with the 'Something Old' our daughter choose: A Starfleet insignia that one of you has on your uniform. Most likely, the wormhole caused the teleporter to malfunction and cause her to transport onto the ship." (1) The elder Spock answered.

"Okay, I guess that makes sense. Kind of. I have to know, though. Where did you find her? We've been looking for her for six years, and nothing!"

The elder couple looked at each other briefly. "I don't think we can tell you that, guys. The space-time continuum is probably starting to tear already, we shouldn't tell you too much. However, believe me when I say that you'll find her soon. Now get out of here."

With a glare from the younger Kirk, the pair left the building, ready to resume their search for their child.

"Jim, do you think we should have informed them about-?"

"Nah, they'll find out soon enough." The human took the other's hand. "Now, come on. I'd like to dance with my husband at our daughter's wedding."

The graying half-Vulcan smirked slightly. "As you wish, th'y'la."

Meanwhile, in the present on a not-so-far-away planet...

A tiny blonde child ran up to the highest part of the tower she resided in, excitedly approaching the bird's nest on the edge of the balcony.

"Good morning! Are you ready to fly today?"

The tiny red falcon-like creature immediately shook its head, signally its fear.

The young girl frowned, disappointed in the answer. "Are you sure? Because, you know, if I were going to pick a day to fly," the bell-ringer began, cupping the baby in her hands, "I'd pick a beautiful one like this one!"

Indeed, it was a gorgeous day, the sun peaking over the hills behind the beautiful City of Music, as it was known throughout the world.

Suddenly, the feathered creature hopped out of her hands, flapping its wings and taking unsteady flight.

"Hey, you did it!" The girl cheered happily. "Well, go on! Join the other durailians! I believe in you!"

The little animal did just that, soaring off with the flock, as those creatures always do.

The blonde sighed wistfully, leaning on the balcony. "... Out where they walk, out where they run, out where they stay all day in the sun..." She sang sadly. "Wanderin' free, wish I could be part of that world..."

"Celicimia!" An impatient voice called. "Do not shirk your duties, young lady!"

"Ah!" Celicimia dashed back into the tower. "Coming, Lady Ferdonia!"

A/N: (1) Yes, I know, fail physics, shut up.

Well, there you go! An internet to whomever can tell me where this chapter's title comes from!

Also, one question: In any Star Trek Canon before the end of TOS, has anyone mentioned that there is a cure for the common cold? It may affect the next chapter.