One more chapter guys. I love you! Wish me a happy spring break! YAY!

Well, Star Trek isn't mine, but hey, nothing I can do about that hmm?

"That's the last one. Great job! Everyone report back to the docking bay at 24:00 hours. Dismissed!"

The large away team disbanded with cheers, ready for a long evening of rest and relaxation. Jim walked down the steps to see his sister leaned against the wall of the large docking bay.

He waved to her with a large grin, "Great speech right?"

She sneered at him and rolled her eyes, falling into step with him. "Yes James, wonderful. You always were the charismatic one."

Jim placed his hands in his pockets and looked to the skinny woman. "How's Johnny?"

Her mouth set into a hard line, "How would I know? He's your brother." Her tone was hushed, bitter, maybe even saddened.

"Come on Aggie, just tell me. You know he won't talk to me."

She huffed and stared back at him, the sky in his eyes colliding with the sun of her's, "Rehab, then prison. James, someone is dead because of Johnny."

It was terrible news. Jim frowned and kept walking, no one said anything else. Sometimes Jim wondered, that if he had known his father before the infamous man was killed, would he have been like his brother? Trouble beyond compare? Then again, if it hadn't have been for Pike, he probably would have went to prison with Johnny. James T. Kirk would never take for granted the life he had now, not when he knew what his life could have been like.

However, his distractedness was interrupted by one very welcome interruption. That infamous grin spread across his face, blue eyes showing off that permanent shimmer.

"Oh god James, leave this one be please!" Agatha warned, knowing all too well her brother's facial features.

"Forget it Aggie, I've already rejected him in every possible manner without breaking the Prime Directive. I think it's a syndrome or something."

Aggie smirked and laughed at her roommate.

All Jim could see was a short red uniform and a hot half-Romulan, half-Japanese woman, "As long as you're rejecting me to my face I think I'll be fine. However, feel free to break the Prime Directive with me anytime." He winked at her, wrapping one arm around each slender female.

"My two favorite girls and a whole evening. How about we get some Cardassian Sunrises and call it a night hmm?"

Akemi rolled her eyes wanting to puke. This guy was a chauvinistic pig. "You really were raised with him?"

"You have no idea."

The three went about the Starbase. After an hour of being poked at by Akemi and criticized by Agatha, Jim was grateful to see the youthful and somewhat lost face of Pavel Chekov.

Chekov was walking around, looking at the Starbase's configuration, rather than enjoying the shopping to social times. The poor Russian had been left by Sulu, who had been asked to report back to the ship to help a couple ensigns file reports and tutor them on defensive piloting.

"Hey Chekov!"

The young man popped his head up and smiled brightly at Jim, "Oh Keptin! It iz a pweazure to see you sir."

"Mr. Chekov, are you walking around on your off hours by yourself?"

Akemi and Aggie paled. Jim's tone was suggestive, mischievous and had potential for great things or bad ones. Mostly it was bad.

Still, the young Russian was taken off guard by the question and nodded, "Yes sir. Mr. Sulu had to return to ze ship sir."

Jim nodded and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Well Ensign Chekov, I would like you to meet Ensign Costello, our bridge linguist if you haven't already noted."

Agatha glared daggers into Jim, while Pavel's brown eyes landed on her in shock. He hadn't known she was standing there. Heat rushed to his face as his brain started to overload. Boy genius? Of course! Cool Casanova? Never. Pavel had only one piece of experience with the opposite sex, and while it had been good, it hadn't actually been anything.

"Of course Sir. It is a delight to meet wif you again Mizz Costello."

"Oh, so you both are already acquainted? That's great! Ensign, since you already know Aggie, show her around for me hmm?"

Pavel couldn't believe it. The captain was passing up a moment to be with two beautiful women? His loss, thought the Russian navigator. "Yes, Keptin, it vould be un honor."

"Thank you Mr. Chekov, make sure my darling sister doesn't get into too much trouble." Jim winked at Pavel then pinched Aggie's cheek. She flared up, red as a beet and kneed him in the crotch.

"The nerve, James! Ughh! Come on Pavel." It wasn't a question, Agatha was telling the Russian to do something and he had best comply.

Stomping off she seethed in anger. It took her a moment to realize someone was walking a couple feet beside her in a highly timid manner. "I don't bite."

Pavel's eyes widened and all he could do was nod. He didn't believe her though, honestly, he was sure if she wanted to, she would have bit him.

Nevertheless, they kept walking, Pavel sometimes digging the toe of his boot into the mismatched sand of the barren planet. This Starbase was a strange one because it had a space vessel and a land base, Pavel started to ponder. It was a recent development; a combined design as a collaboration of all the Federation members in this sector coming together. His thoughts went on with pros and cons, improvements that could be made before Agatha brought him away.

"Do I honestly seem to be that big of a bitch?" Aggie stopped, her arms crossed, a defeated look on her face as she gazed out to the two setting suns.

Pavel, in a slight panic rushed to her side, "No, not at all, you just … you come off a vit stwong."

She just scoffed, "Mhmm, right. Well, whatever, let's go get some dinner. Have you been on this base before?"

With a sigh of relief he said, "No, I hawe not, but I hawe heard good thingz about some of ze establishmentz." Agatha just nodded and they kept walking, slightly at a distance.

He watched as her hands gripped at her arms. With a frown, he felt sorry for her, despite the fact he knew nothing else about her. He made his way closer to her. His knees were quivering, but he could see her unease. Genius or not, he was no Casanova, but Chekov hoped for the best.

"Eh, Agatha?"

She looked at him without stopping. What did bring her to a halt was to see a golden clad arm with a dotted band across the wrist, extended to her like a gentleman. She was taken back. This was weird; nobody was ever such a gentleman to her.

Her golden eyes turned to him with unease, and upon seeing the nerve this must have taken for someone of Pavel's mindset, she took his arm with a gentle smile.

- - -

Geneva growled. She had skipped the rest of the leave, wanting to get back to sick bay and get some work done. Right now, all she could do was seethe and want to rub it in Bones face that not only had she gotten all of the hypos, but even some extra ones that she had been excess ordered and they gave them to her for free. Also, she landed several rare herbs from non-Federation members that they could study. A couple of the plants she had seen before and could work literal miracles.

First, thought, she was heading to her room for some peace and a shower. Leaning against the wall of the turbo lift, she wondered why she was feeling so tired. Geneva dug her palms into eyes, trying to rub out the sleepiness as much as she could. Maybe she'd call her mother before she took a shower.

Finally in her room, she tossed herself onto the bed with a large sigh of relief. As much as getting up early was a benefit to having more time, she hated it. She could sleep all day everyday if she had to, but no, doctors didn't sleep. Why had she picked the one profession that would keep her up at all hours?

Rolling her ocean blue eyes, she grabbed the PADD laying beside her. Her contacts list was long a vast, ranging from old delivery places she never bothered to throw out to her mom's sewing club. Geneva frowned; realizing not a single person she went to high school or even college with was on the list. How sad.

She clicked her mother's name, Donna St. Claire, and she waited. Geneva waited few more minutes before it went to the messenger. Shaking her head she just shut it off and threw it on the bed. Feeling a bit numb, she wondered if she really missed anything?

Her eyes drifted around her room. Not a single personal item littered her quarters, just a few texts, a graduation photo of her holding her degree and one stuffed animal she had for only who knew how long. Geneva clutched onto the koala doll, then proceeded to her shower.

Turning on the scorching hot water, Geneva forced herself to clean up properly rather than just half doing it. It didn't take her long to get ready since time-management was her absolute talent.

With her uniform neat and her hair properly up, she finally got into sick bay. There were a few nurses with couple patients in the main room but there was no Bones. Despite the fact she was not Catholic, she felt the need to cross herself in the amazingness that was the absence of Leonard McCoy.

A nurse walked by her, "Nurse Chapel, could you get me a PADD and some standard hyposprays?"

The blonde nodded and scurried off.

Geneva watched her walk away, wondering what type of life Christine lived through school. Nevertheless, she had to shrug off her inquiries long enough to try and get back to work. Christine brought her what she asked for. Putting them in her holder, she headed for the bio labs to set up the plants and a research regimen.

Walking into the lab there was no one, save for an ensign in there. "Ensign, were you the one who received the plant stock from the base?"

The poor guy was pulled from his work. Startled, he knocked off a glass of solution and then dropped to his knees with a rag to clean it up. Geneva sighed as she watched this boy come close to hyperventilate. She dropped to her knees as well, pulling his face up to hers. "Hold still before you hyperventilate."

Stabbing the hypo into his neck, he jolted forward, not expecting the slight prick in his neck. He slammed into Geneva, knocking her onto the floor.

"Off! Get up!" she ordered him.

The young ensign scrambled up, then trying to help her up, but with no avail.

"Stop it, just stop!" Geneva got on her feet and was livid. What an incompetent boy! Who even let him on a ship she wondered?

Finally up, clothes straightened and her hair a mess, she turned to the boy. "What is your name Ensign?"

"Ensign Jackson, Ma'am. John Jackson the third."

She heard his southern drawl and rolled her eyes. Wasn't she trying to escape a man with a southern drawl? "Ensign Jackson, what accomplishments have you made to be placed upon Starfleet's headway ship?"

He gulped, quivering in his boots. Geneva decided she wouldn't bite it out of him quickly, but she sure didn't have any patience. She noted he was quite young, maybe twenty, maybe a prodigy to be that young. He was slightly tan, with soft brown hair and even softer light green eyes. They were almost gray.

"Well, Ma'am, I'm a little intelligent. I did pretty well in school, and-"

She cut him off there, "Ensign, I asked for your credentials, not the southern hospitality and modesty. And I will not ask you twice." And to think, she thought that hypo would have helped his nerves.

"I graduated top of my class at the Academy and all previous schools I've attended. I've wrote two books on intermediate biochemistry and collaborated with other well published scientists on three advanced level books and have been on teams who have made ground breaking discoveries … Ma'am."

"So you're basically a genius?"

He just nodded. With shoulders slumped forward in annoyance and pity, she decided to cut him a break. "Thank you ensign. Now, I had arranged for plants to be sent up here. Since you check out weel enough, you will be the one I recommend to the Commander to see after them and their progress. Is that understood Ensign?"

With sheepish smile he nodded, "Yes Ma'am, I'd be glad to."

Relief filled in the light blonde doctor. At least someone was listening to her now.

- - -

Trinity walked through a park on the land sector of the base with Spock. Somewhere along the way they had picked up a leash and collar for her new found companion, Tesla.

"Hey, quit that! Stop!" she whinned at the puppy who seemed determined to keep nipping at their feet and ankles.

"Little mongrels, what you are!" Trinity told the puppy, bending down to tease her with her hand.

Coming back up she looked at Spock who seemed curious. He informed her that, "It seems illogical to initiate in her chewing if you asked her to cease her actions."

Trinity just laughed and shook her head, "Nah. It's fun. Dogs are like children Spock, you've got to play with them while you can, because eventually, they grow up."

He nodded, "Fascinating. Trinity, what time do you suggest we return to the Enterprise?"

She shrugged. The two suns of the planet had set a good while ago, which means she had lost track of time, another quirk she was infamously known for. "Um, maybe in an hour or so, I need to get back so I can get up tomorrow."

Spock knew of her plans to not research tomorrow, something he had suggested she do for herself do the logic that humans need rest and she was, as humans said, a workaholic. "I do not see why you would get up so early if you are not planning of part-taking in research tomorrow?"

"I was asked to have breakfast tomorrow with one of the crew members. Ensign Kingsley Zhang. Know him?"

Spock racked his mind for the name and found it, only remembering what a record said rather than the man himself. A strange feeling welled up inside of him. It wasn't strong enough to be considered an emotion or an urge, but a subconscious inkling of sorts. He had many of those around her, which confused him greatly.

"A weapons specialist. May I make a personal inquiry?"

He heard her laugh for what seemed the umpteenth time today, despite it never bored him. "Ya know, you can just ask, rather than asking if you can ask, which I could say, you already did, if I wanted to be a smart ass. But sure, go ahead."

He would think over what she said later. "Why did Ensign Zhang ask you to have a meal with him?"

Trinity did give him an odd look this time. Why did he care? Half of her brain, something she called the 'irrational side', wanted to know why he wanted to know. The other half, her 'logical/scientific side', wanted to know why for a whole totally different reason. So she asked the obvious question, "Why do you ask?"

Spock was tempted to bite his tongue and drop the subject, but he was only tempted to. "I was merely hoping to observe human interactions from the other gender's point of view. Normally I am only subjected to Jim and Leonard's interactions with other which do not serve well as a controlled variable."

She just smiled. Should have known better. She should have. Spock was such a logical creature that now she wondered why she had wondered so much. "Well, when you find the perfect controlled variable equivalent of a human, let me know."

Unknowing that she was joking Spock replied, "I will find it sufficient to do so."

Trinity rolled her eyes and wondered how he made it to whatever age he was without being given a swirly. Or maybe someone had given him one. As the submerged with a crowd, Trinity became lost inthought. Tesla started barking in the most obscene of manners, going ravenous trying to get after something. With her not paying attention, the leash slipped from her hand.

"Oh no!" Trinity yelped, trying to hustle through a crowd of different species. Spock grabbed her shoulder, "Stay here and I shall retrieve her."

Trinity, now anxious and worried only nodded. Standing by a wall she watched as Spock quickly disappeared into the sea of beings and she was left alone. While waiting she started to watch the other species mingle in the crowd. It was mesmerizing how they all seemed so at ease with one another, something she may never get used to. But one caught her eye.

There was a man, or it looked like a man, in an odd beige colored burlap cloak. He was so pale. Paler than alabaster, but it was not pristine or smooth or creamy like in books, but sickly and pitted. His eyes were wide and the whites of them were jaundiced. What truly caught here were his irises. The outer ring was dingy grey, fading into a glimmering white which seemed to fade back into color blacker than black, but clearer than water. And it mesmerized her.

In the middle of the large bustling crowd, that walked under the starlit and lamp lit street, he stopped, no one noticing. His eyes, those mysterious nd cold eyes locked onto her. Trinity suddenly trembled and felt the need to walk away, but couldn't. He seemed to bore into her mind, tracing every crevice of her brain, feeling every emotion and pain she had ever know-

"Trinity."

She blinked. She found herself staring at an empty place in the large crowd. No one was there. What had just happened? She couldn't remember a thing. One moment she was without dog, Spock running after it and the next … nothing.

Blinking a couple more times at the empty space, she wondered what happened.

"Trinity," Spock called to her again, "Are you alright?"

She literally had to shake herself loose of the strange trance she was in. "Uh, yeah … I'm good. Just … I dunno, I guess I spaced out. I'm feeling a bit tired, mind if we head back now?"

Spock looked her with extreme intent. "Perhaps Doctor McCoy should see you?"

"No, no. Spock, I'm fine really. I just had a weird moment, humans do that all the time. Hey girl," she said addressing the dog Spock now had a firm grip on. Trinity made no move to grab her from him.

Spock, still perplexed to her dazed state, let it go and escorted them back to the ship. Tonight he would have to meditate long and hard.

A MUCH longer chappie! Yes! And only a couple days wait too! I'm on a roll!

Ohhh~ And who is this mysterious pale guy? And is Spock jealous? I hope not! Trinity is a strange girl, is she not? Lol Well guys, peace!

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