Separation

Victoria gasped as she slammed her hand onto the release button for her pod, needing to twist slightly to roll out of the pod as it had crashed down on its side. She moved onto her knees and took a moment to look around, trying to get not only her bearings but to see if there might be any enemies that had been drawn to the crash. She nearly sagged when she saw no one lingering in the trees behind her, nor any sign of birds flying into the sky to indicate someone trying to go through the forest. She only had a moment to collect herself before she turned to look around more, noting she'd crashed near the top of some sort of cliff overlooking land of a similar combination of rock and woods.

"Shit!" she hurried to her feet and ran for the cliff.

It wasn't an enemy or the land that had alarmed her, but the sight of a second pod she knew to be Scotty's perched precariously at the edge of the cliff and she could hear a banging from within as he tried to escape. She reached it just as the front popped off, Scotty scrambling to try and get out as his pod began to slide down.

"Scotty!" Victoria called, reaching out a hand to grab his, helping to swing him around and more firmly onto the ground just as his pod toppled over the side and off the cliff.

"Oh, thank you, Lassie," Scotty panted, gripping her hand tightly in his own as he winced, watching the pod fall. He hoped he would have gotten out of the pod in time on his own, but having her there to ensure it was a relief.

"Did you see it?" Victoria asked, squeezing his hand so he would turn away from the cliff and over to her, "The attack, you saw what they were doing, right?"

"Taking the crew," he nodded. They might have made it past the ones attacking them, heading in a slightly different direction than the rest of the crew, but that hadn't meant they hadn't seen what was happening to the others.

"Oh, thank god," she nearly sagged in relief, "Taking," she nodded, agreeing.

She had been worried that it was just her own wishful thinking, that the crew was being captured instead of killed, but if Scotty saw the same thing and thought the same thing, then there was a greater chance it actually was that. And now all she had to do was hope Kirk made it off the ship...no, she was sure he did, he HAD to...or she didn't know what she'd do. He got off the ship and, chances were, he'd been taken with the rest. They just had to FIND them.

Scotty gave her an understanding look, patting her hand with his other one, "Aye."

She took a breath, nodding as she straightened, looking around, "This has to be Altamid, which means the only place the crew could have been taken is here," she turned to Scotty, "We need to find them."

Scotty's expression grew serious as he nodded, the two of them turning to look at the forest behind them. Victoria sighed, taking her hand from Scotty and unclipping the phaser she still had on her before heading to her pod. She crouched down and pulled out the standard supplies equipped in her pod: a Fleet jacket, a short range comm., and another phaser. She stood, tossing Scotty the phaser for more protection, and they headed for the forest.

~8~

In another part of the forests of Altamid, Kirk grunted as he slammed his shoulder against his pod until it released him. He looked around quickly to make sure he was secure for the moment, enough where he could turn his back to grab the supplies from his pod. He made quick work of getting his jacket on, sticking the comm. into his pocket, and keeping his phaser in hand. He stepped away and looked around, knowing that Chekov had to be nearby, as was Kalara.

It had been utter chaos trying to eject from the ship, but he was sure he'd seen Sulu's pod being taken, his own and two others managing to avoid that part of the attack and, given the order they'd left, it could only be Kalara and Chekov.

He took a deep breath, Victoria had been in the engine room when it happened. He hadn't had any communication with that sector of the ship since they'd gotten the power back on the first time. He had no idea if she'd escaped like he had, if she'd been captured with the other crew as he'd seen them being nabbed by their unnamed enemy, or if she…

He shook his head firmly, refusing to think about the possibility she was somewhere on the ship, dead, that the enemy that invaded the vessel might have attacked her in the engine room and she died. He would NOT entertain that thought, not after everything they'd gone through, all they'd survived before this attack. There was no way he could have lost her now.

All he had to do was find her, and find the crew, and find the ones who attacked them and give them hell for it.

He took a breath and looked around, calling out, "Chekov!" hoping to hear a response. He twisted in the direction he'd seen the other pods go down and headed for it, calling out for the man.

It wasn't till he was far enough away from his pod to just barely see it through the trees in the distance, that he heard it.

"Captain!"

He spun to the side in time to see Chekov hurrying in his direction, having heard him, "Chekov," he grinned, reaching out to clap Chekov on the back, relieved.

"What happened, Captain?" he looked at the man with a deep frown.

"Kalara," he grit out, his expression hardening, "She led us right into a trap, it's the only thing it could be."

"But her crew..." Chekov gave a small shake of his head, "They were trapped here. Why would she…"

"Either she's being forced to do it," Kirk began, "That whatever attacked us is holding her crew hostage as leverage…or there was no crew and she was part of the attack. And I don't think it's the first one."

"Why?"

Kirk let out a breath, "Because if she wanted to rescue her crew, she wouldn't want their only way off the planet destroyed."

It was the only thing that made sense, that Kalara was part of this attack and not some helpless woman worried for her crew. If they were supposed to be lured into a trap by her, then their ship was meant to be destroyed. No one who had endured an attack like that wouldn't think that it wouldn't happen to the next ship that came by. They would know the attack was coming, they would know the ship was going to be destroyed, so HOW were they going to rescue anyone like that? Short answer...they weren't, they were never meant to.

And there were other things that were too coincidental, that their enemy couldn't have known about the ship or their plans unless someone was feeding him information, and the only one with any connection to this enemy was Kalara. For that matter, once she was off world, she had every opportunity to actually tell them what was happening and what to expect so they could have gone in expecting an attack or gone to the planet a different route or waited for backup so they had an army at their disposal. She hadn't told them, she wanted their ship torn apart and the crew taken.

"We have to find her," Kirk continued, looking around.

"I saw a pod land that way," Chekov pointed to the side.

Kirk nodded and headed for it, "We need to find out what she knows about this enemy," he began, "If she's been in contact with them, we need to know where they are. We need to get her to make a call and track it, because wherever it goes the crew might be there," he looked at Chekov, "And we need to make her think we don't know she's working for him."

"How?"

Kirk let out a breath, almost a little relieved Victoria wasn't there. Chekov would follow orders, Victoria would be more likely to beat the living hell out of Kalara for what she'd done to their ship and their crew and them. This needed to be handled delicately, and they needed to catch her in the act. He doubted she'd tell them anything about the enemy's plans, maybe about the enemy itself if he demanded it right, but not his plan, she'd want them in the dark as long as possible.

But if he could catch her communicating with that entity, feeding it information, maybe they could catch what they wanted or were planning.

They had to make it look like they had some sort of information worth sending to whoever it was, that was the only way he could see that would be tempting enough for her to blow whatever cover she had and reveal herself. Given that that brutish alien had been going after the Teenax artifact, he had an idea how to get her to that point.

"Right," Kirk nodded to himself, deciding, "You hang back," he told the man, "Wait for my signal. Kalara can't know we spoke, she can't know I'm telling you to watch her and not to trust her, got it?"

"Yes, sir," Chekov nodded.

Kirk gave him another nod and went ahead for Kalara.

~8~

It didn't take long to reach Kalara's pod, Kirk considered himself lucky that he'd managed to reach it just as the woman was making it out of her pod. He immediately pulled his phaser, aiming it at the alien and causing her to throw her hands into the air in innocence, though he knew she was anything but.

"Chekov!" he called out, in signal, making it sound as though he were more hoping the man had landed nearby, "Chekov!" he huffed and turned to Kalara, glaring at her, "You knew," he accused, because that would be an understandable thing to assume after what happened to them and what she claimed happened to her own crew, "You knew we'd be attacked."

"You don't understand..." the woman tried to take a step towards him but he lifted the phaser more, causing her to stay back.

"Captain!" Chekov's voice called out, the man appearing at the top of a small hill nearby only moments later, "Captain Kirk!" he frowned, looking between Kalara being held at gunpoint and the Captain doing so, making it seem like he was startled to come across such a thing.

"Yes," Kalara admitted, glancing between Kirk and Chekov, and Kirk had a suspicion she was trying to see if she could take them both with their weapons before sighing, "I lied. Our ship was attacked."

"Chekov, check the comms. for survivors," Kirk ordered him.

"Aye, Captain," Chekov nodded, quickly doing just that.

Kirk only barely managed to not close his eyes or flinch when the first person Chekov tried to reach was Victoria, calling the woman's name into the comm. but getting no response. He didn't know if the man had done it because he was hoping to make him feel more at ease, hoping to get an answer so they'd know she was ok, or just because she was in the engine room and not with the rest of the crew when they ejected and he was hoping she was ok.

But there was no answer.

"Who is he?" Kirk demanded of Kalara. The alien he himself had fought in the ship, he was sure now that that had been the leader of this attack, the 'captain' of the other 'crew,' there was just something about him and his aim, his goal for it all, that said trying to grab that artifact from him was too personal.

"His name is Krall," Kalara told him, "He took my crew. Like he took yours."

"How did he know so much about the Enterprise?" Kirk glared at her, his tone very clear with what he meant in what he was asking, the accusation he was making.

Kalara gave him a pleading look, "All I know is that if I did this, he would set them free."

Kirk shook his heat at her, not sure if he should take that as an admission that it was her who had been giving Krall information about the Enterprise, or that she thought he was stupid enough to not realize the giant holes in that response. HOW could anyone set her crew free when there was, as far as he knew, no other way off the planet and they would still be trapped there regardless.

And even if she had been entirely honest, he would still be justifiably angry with her, because even if she wanted to save her crew, she had sacrificed his own to do so.

"Chekov," he called over, "Are you picking anything up on those scanners?"

Chekov hesitated a moment before responding, "Nothing, sir. What if they..."

"No," he cut in, needing to believe that. He had to believe they survived, that Victoria survived. He had already lost his father to this Fleet, Victoria had lost her own, he would NOT lose her to it either, not after last time with Khan, "No. He was taking them," he sighed and looked around, giving Chekov a pointed look, "We have to find that saucer. Even minimal scanning systems will have more range than a tricorder."

"Aye, Captain," Chekov nodded, picking up on hint. It was a long shot and they would be better off using other means to find the crew, but Kalara didn't know that they were suspicious of her to that extent. If there was power, they could use the scanners there to trace Kalara's call to this Krall if they could get her to make one. And Kirk clearly had an idea of how, and it was in the Enterprise, "It's possible."

"Captain," Kalara called, when he finally lowered his phaser and turned to go with Chekov, "I was protecting my crew."

Kirk just gave her a disgusted look for it and gestured for her to go after Chekov, keeping her in sight and before him to ensure she couldn't harm Chekov or pull one on him. He almost laughed as he thought about Victoria and if she was there, she probably would have tried to shoot the woman in the side, then ended up hitting her kneecap, then bound her hands and gagged her before forcing her along.

Not a bad idea.

His laughter died as his thoughts turned to Victoria more fully, a cold ball forming in the pit of his stomach at the thought that she…she could be dead. She could have been attacked on the ship, in the engine room, the damage could have been too much and she'd been hurt. Right now she could be gone and he wouldn't KNOW for sure. It was like…every image he had of his future evaporated and turned to ash before him, ever plan he'd made, everything he'd intended to do, all that he'd put off till tomorrow…the regret nearly crushed him.

He took a shaking breath, shaking his head. Victoria had survived attacking Romulans, she had survived radiation poisoning, if there was anyone who could survive a crashing ship, it would be her. He had to believe that.

Until he knew for sure, he would allow himself to hope she was alright.

He just had to find her.

~8~

"Here!" Victoria called as she spotted something in the woods she and Scotty were hurrying through, one of the escape pods, already open. There was no one there, "Damn it."

Scotty leaned into the pod, rooting through it, the only thing there was a broken comm., "You're kidding me, aren't you?" he spoke, but more to the comm., holding it up to Victoria to show her.

She let out a long breath, "There must be a chance that whoever escaped is still around here somewhere, right?"

"Aye," Scotty gave her an understanding smile, knowing she was anxious to find any other of the crew in general, but more so to try and find the captain.

Before they could even turn to head off, a twig snapped behind them and they spun around to see three aliens who looked a great deal like the ones who had invaded the ship, approaching them. They said something, clearly a threat, but in a language neither of them could understand.

Scotty quickly moved in front of Victoria who had moved to grab her phaser, blocking her, hoping to keep it from getting too violent because, even with a weapon, they were outnumbered and he wasn't a great fighter nor was Victoria a great shot, "Hello there," he tried to distract them, "My name is Montgomery Scott. And, er, this is Victoria Pike. Who might you be?"

The alien guttered something.

"Watch it, sonny," Scotty glared at one of them, putting up his fists, "I'm pretty handy when I want to be, alright?"

Victoria was just about to push him to the side to fire her phaser at the aliens, sure she could get at least one of them somewhere on their body, before they actually reached them, when someone else called out in that alien language.

A humanoid alien, a woman, with very white skin and hair, black markings along her face, in pieced together clothing, approached through the trees, a staff on her back as she said something to the aliens, drawing their attention to her.

Victoria blinked when the woman pressed a button on a device she had, creating two more versions of herself to appear. She would have thought they were merely projections or holograms…if not for the fact that they seemed to be a little more corporeal as the woman went after the aliens, fighting them with her staff and a knife to hold them back. She shook herself out of her thoughts and quickly stepped beside Scotty, raising her phaser and taking aim. She was able to get one alien down, cursing under her breath when she hit them in the shoulder after aiming for their abdomen, leaving more chance of the woman taking on the last two. Scotty was quick to act on her move, firing his own phaser to take the second alien down, now a more even fight for the woman who shifted so she was between the remaining alien and them, nearly hissing to keep it back.

The alien seemed to realize it was at a disadvantage, turning to flee.

Victoria shook her head and aimed, firing one last blast and wincing when the shot she intended for its knee, wanting to take it down so they could question it, ended up somehow becoming a headshot instead. Seriously...HOW, was the question she often asked herself when that happened.

Scotty, though, let out a booming laugh of relief now that the threat was eliminated, "We certainly showed them eh, Lassies?" he smiled, looking between Victoria and the alien woman.

Victoria gave him an amused look and patted his shoulder, but the alien woman ignored him, moving over to the pod and starting to tear parts off of it. She lifted an eyebrow at that, more curious as to what parts she was taking than that she was doing it.

But Scotty, who was horrified that any part of Starfleet equipment was being further damaged, exclaimed, "That's Starfleet property! You cannae just take it!" he moved forward, as though to try and pull her away, but she stood, twisting to face him and brandishing her knife at him, "Uh, but I'm feeling generous today so...have at it."

"What do you need those parts for?" Victoria asked, more wondering to herself than genuinely asking the woman, not sure if she could even speak English. She frowned down at the small pile the woman had gathered, her mind racing trying to think of what they could be used for.

"My house," the woman spoke, startling them not only that she understood them but could speak their language in turn, "Where you get that?" she added, gesturing her knife at the badge on Scotty's chest.

"Is that English?" Scotty had to ask, truly surprised.

"Do your people speak English?" Victoria asked, both in the hope that there could be more allies around, but also curious if the woman had learned English or learned the alien language being spoken by the others. It could be either, if she knew it first but then learned and exclusively used the alien language, it would affect her English after a while.

"I learn it from my house," the woman stated, before more pointedly gesturing at Scotty's badge, "Where you get that?"

Scotty glanced at Victoria and back to the woman, "It's my Starfleet insignia."

"What does it mean?"

"It means that we are both officers of Starfleet," Victoria answered, gesturing to the pin on her own uniform, not very comfortable with how the knife was being pointed at Scotty.

"We're the Engineering Division," Scotty smiled at that though, proud.

"Engineering?" the woman repeated.

"That's right. We fix things," he made a gesture with his hand, like he was turning a screwdriver.

"I know what is engineering," the woman huffed.

"Why did you help us?" Victoria asked the woman, "Clearly you're not with the ones who attacked us…" she looked down when the woman spat on the ground at the mere thought that she could have been with that lot.

"Who DID attack us?" Scotty wondered.

"He is Krall," the woman stated, "Him and his bees. They search the stars for a death machine. They're the reason why you here. Why we are all here."

"Even those three scunners?" Scotty nodded over at the fallen aliens.

"They have fallen from the sky like me and you," she looked around a moment, before grabbing the pile of parts, "Come with me. Now!"

"Wait," Scotty called when the woman just turned to walk away, "No...hang on a minute, Lassie. I'm having a difficult day here. Tory and I, we've got to find our crewmates."

The woman eyed them a moment, debating on something, "I will help you find your mates. And then you will help me."

"With what?" Victoria asked cautiously, but the woman only made the same turning motion that Scotty had.

"You want us to fix something?" Scotty guessed.

"Yes," the woman nodded, "You help me and I help you."

"Fix what?" Victoria asked again, because if this woman was going to try and fix something that could hurt her crew…

"My house."

Victoria glanced at Scotty and the man returned her look, seeming to wait for her go-ahead, because if it could help them find the others…find Kirk…it wasn't the worst deal to make. She gave him a short nod.

"Alright," Scotty agreed with her as well, "Well, things being as they are, I doubt we'll get a better offer today, so lead the way."

"Good," the woman nodded, "I am Jaylah. And you are Montgomery Scott and Victoria Pike."

"Aye, Scotty," Scotty nodded, apparently she'd heard his introduction before making herself known.

"Come now, Montgomery Scotty and Victoria Pike," Jaylah turned to head off.

Scotty, ever the gentleman, gestured for Victoria to go first as they followed Jaylah through the woods.

~8~

All in all, it wasn't very hard to find the Enterprise. Even if Kirk hadn't had some idea of the direction and area it had gone down from when his own pod crashed, there was smoke in the air from the crash, a smell wafting over of burning and melting materials that could guide them towards it.

Even then, it wasn't easy to stand at the edge of the woods and look down at the remains and ruins of their home, the greatest ship in the Fleet, lodged in the earth, and knowing it would never reach the stars ever again. It had been everything to all of them for years, and now...it was just gone.

Kirk glanced away for a moment, his mind drifting to another he refused to think could be gone forever.

"The Enterprise," Chekov breathed, sorrow heavy in his voice as he looked down at their fallen home, "She may not ewen have power to ze Bridge, Captain," he warned.

Kirk took a breath, focusing on the moment, on what they might learn from this, "She still has a few tricks up her sleeve. I'd bet on it."

He glanced at the other two, before gesturing Chekov to head down towards the ship first, keeping Kalara in front of him again.

~8~

The entrance to Jaylah's house, or at least that's where Victoria assumed the woman was leading them, was quite well hidden. And also, she thought, once she was able to notice the entrance, very out of place for anything that could be found in a forest. She frowned in the doorway after Jayla hurried through it, reaching out to touch the edge of the entranceway.

"Hurry," Jaylah called over her shoulder, urging them into the dwelling.

"Are we there yet?" Scotty asked, if just to try and lighten the mood...which would have been funnier if he hadn't been asking the same question every five minutes on their trek.

"Stop asking that."

"Sorry. Sorry."

"This is the way," Jaylah led them further into the structure, "Come. And watch your steps. You do not want to set off my traps."

Victoria looked over, towards the floor, her eyes flickering from one end of the wall of the hallway where she could see a scanner keeping track of them. It was an odd place to have it, because she could have sworn she recognized the style of the scanner, it was a Fleet one, an old Fleet model, like you'd see in a museum. She'd seen one once, her father was obsessed with her learning about the history of the Fleet and how far they'd come, not just in terms of peace and exploration, but in engineering and scientific advancements. He'd taken her early interest in engineering to heart and run with it, always finding ways to encourage her initial love of crafting and tinkering and fixing.

"Oh," Scotty leaned over, noticing the same thing and looking closer at it, "That's clever."

"Jaylah," Victoria called, following her further, "This is your house?" she asked.

"Yes," she said simply.

"Your house is a Fleet ship?"

"It has that," Jayla turned and pointed at the pin on Victoria's chest, "It is that ship."

"Hold on," Scotty blinked, looking at Victoria, "THIS is a ship?" he spun in a slow circle and began to look around, trying to see what Victoria had that tipped her off but…well, that was the entire reason she was the Liaison to the Bridge. HE specialized in engines and repairs, she had to be well-versed in everything related to Engineering, including construction, structure, and blueprints. It wasn't till Jaylah led them through another doorway…onto a very old Bridge, that he realized it, "This is a ship!"

"I help you find your friends and you help me fix it," Jaylah told them, "So I can leave this planet forever. You fly it, yes?"

Victoria looked over where the woman gestured with her staff to see the Fleet emblem on the wall…along with another piece of information, the name of the ship, "This is the Franklin," she breathed.

Her father had been obsessed with crews and ships, the dangers they faced, wanting to know every means of attack so as to keep his crew safe. The Kelvin had been the trigger, but that hadn't stopped him investigating other means of demise for a ship, other disappearances.

The Franklin had disappeared, years and years ago.

"Oh my good Lord," Scotty gaped at the insignia as well.

USS FRANKLIN was etched right there.

~8~

It was only luck, Kirk was sure, that they had reached the ruins of the Enterprise by nightfall and no sooner. There were some of the aliens wandering around, they could see it the nearer they got. If it had been daylight he probably would have tried to keep going and risked being seen. But under the cover of night, it gave them an advantage.

"Captain," Chekov called quietly to get his attention, the comm. connecting to the ship enough to alert him to something, "It looks like there is power."

"Alright," he nodded, "Let's get to the Bridge and find the crew. With me."

He gave Chekov a pointed look as they began to head along the rubble, a subtle nod of his head telling the man to keep Kalara in sight while HE took the lead this time. They were careful as they went, unwilling to risk being caught by the lingering aliens, able to sneak past two of them and into the nearest entrance to the ship.

He was tempted, so very tempted, to head straight to Engineering and was almost thankful when Chekov immediately began on the way for the Bridge. He wasn't sure what he'd find there, he wasn't sure he could handle what he might find there if his worst fears were true. Chekov took that choice from him and he kept Kalara in sight until they reached the Bridge, doing their best to not look at the utter destruction around them, or the fallen crew who still remained.

"The console is intact, Captain," Chekov called, heading right for it, "I will try to reroute power to it."

"Work fast," he ordered, "Once we get this place lit up we're gonna draw a lot of attention," he waited till Chekov got the power going and looked to him for more instruction, "What do you think? Can you find them?"

"Aye, Captain," Chekov nodded, "I am reconfiguring scanners to modulate for the crew's signals."

Kirk gave him a firm nod and turned to Kalara, "You're with me," he told her, before heading for the door, being very careful with his words, "I left something behind."

"Captain, the artifact was on the ship the whole time?" Kalara asked.

Kirk grit his teeth as he led the way down a random hall, wondering if the woman realized what she'd just given away. Because he hadn't said a word about 'the Artifact' or that Krall had been after it. The only way she could know about it was if she had known that was why the ship was attacked in the first place.

"I couldn't afford to get caught with it so I hid it in here," he offered, pretending he hadn't noticed her slip. He moved to crouch on the floor of a hall and pull a small compartment cover off of it.

His plan probably could have used a little bit more thought. He had been reaching for his phaser, ready to attack her but she jumped him first, kneeing him in the face and pulling a weapon from somewhere on her person to aim at him.

She immediately lifted a comm. to her mouth, "Tell Krall I have the Abronath," she called into it, before dropping it to the ground and rushing for the compartment, digging through it, "Do you believe every sad story you hear?" she spat at him.

Kirk smirked as he watched her, knowing she wouldn't find anything in the compartment, because there was nothing there, "Not every."

Just as Kalara turned to aim her gun at him once more, realizing just that, Chekov appeared, his own phaser out and aimed at her, "Put the phaser down. Please."

Kirk sighed as he made his way to his feet, reaching out to grab Kalara's weapon as she dropped it, "You get it, Chekov?"

"Aye, Captain," he nodded, "I have traced the location of her call."

"What does Krall want with this thing?" Kirk turned to Kalara.

She glared at him, "To save you from yourselves."

Kirk opened his moth to demand what that meant when Chekov called out, "Captain!" and turned to fire his phaser at a handful of enemy aliens that had entered, likely heading into the ship when Kalara sent her call or when the lights came on as he feared.

The two of them turned and fled, but the enemy gave chase.

A/N: I know this was more movie-content than anything really to do with Kirk and Victoria, as much as I tried to work more of their internal thoughts into it, they fought me on it lol. After everything that happened, they were both more 'we need to focus' and they were both, I think, a little too in shock to really allow themselves to process anything. Neither of them were willing to consider the other could be dead, but they also didn't want to think of the other and how they were separated or they'd be gunning to get to each other instead of 'their duties' :(

We're going to start to see more of their internal thoughts, changing minds, and even some meaningful conversations happening that will hopefully lead to the next part of their lives by the end of the story ;)

I hope you enjoyed Victoria being with Scotty and Jaylah :) With how obsessed this version of Pike (story wise) was with the Fleet after the incident with the Kelvin, I could see him trying to research other 'disappearances' and strange attacks on other ships, and Victoria sort of getting pulled along for the ride lol :) For all his efforts and how much he rubbed off on his daughter, Victoria STILL is a terrible shot with a phaser when someone isn't trying to sneak up on her or surprise her lol :)

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