Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek.

The woman stood on the bridge, hands clasped behind her back, staring out the window at the passing stars. The intercom buzzed and a voice came on the speaker.

Captain Kit, we are getting a signal from our sister ship, the U.S.S. Destiny. They are requesting to speak to you.

On screen, the Captain ordered. A picture of a handsome man with short brown hair and golden-brown eyes came on the computer in the center of the bridge.

the woman whispered, not believing it to be true.

Hey, baby. How've you been? The man asked casually.

Oh God, Matt! Where have you been? Why haven't you tried to contact us before? The Captain demanded, her blue-grey eyes angry.

Whoa, whoa. Relax, Caitlin! My crew and I are safe. They haven't gotten any of us. Matt said gently.

My God, Matt! I've been so worried! I miss you so much! Caitlin's eyes filled with tears.

I know. I love you, baby. I miss you, too. The other Captain said.

Suddenly, Caitlin's eyes could hold no more and overflowed.

Caitlin, baby, why are you crying? I'm going to see you in two days when we rendezvous with the space station. I think what you need now is rest. Go. I can have someone watch the ship for you. Matt persuaded her.

Meekly, Caitlin turned and headed towards her quarters. Quietly she pushed open the door and slipped in.

The room was dark as she lay down and thought about how suddenly her life had changed.