Author's Note: Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was at the beach… So I'm taking a break from the traditional and I'm throwing in a song at the end. Actually, I was inspired by the song. I found it on the KoffeKlub website, and well the rest is history. So before I start babbling, enjoy this little sucker and please keep R&R- ing all you readers that I love so dearly! J  Okay this is a little cheesy- I promise dark and foreboding for the next few chapters. This is just the calm before the storm.

The silence was most wonderful, it had been quite a long time since Naomi had slept peacefully, and she was beyond thankful. Sam Wildman sat placidly on the ground as she rocked little Naomi back and forth. The away teams had gone to search for food, leaving only her and the Commander behind. He had insisted on remaining behind, just to help defend her, in case anything happened. She was so thankful he was here with her, even though he seemed a million miles away. He stood, hands resting on a rock, his body leaning forward as he looked into the sky.

A bird flew overhead, a vulture of some kind and she could see him follow it through the sky. The sun burned a bright orange, and Sam could not recall ever being hotter in her life. The crew had taken off their jackets, and even some their undershirts, as the Commander had done. Now, he just remained still, just like everything else on the planet was. Still, desolate, lifeless. A voice interrupted her thoughts.

"So Ensign how's it going over there?"

"Fine Commander."
"How's Naomi?"

"I think she's a little warm, but she's finally asleep."

"That's good". Sam could tell the conversation was a little forced, but she saw it as an opportunity to sort of get to know the Commander. She started speaking again.

"The search party should be getting back soon; I hope they found some food."

"I'm sure they did, Kathryn- the Captain will know where to look."

"Did you just call her Kathryn?"

"I think so". Sam was a little bit surprised at his forwardness concerning the Captain, and she began to wonder just what had happened between them when they were stuck on that other planet. They soon found out that they had little else to talk about and the conversation died down once again leaving the deathly silence to consume them.

The crew returned a few hours later, and the Captain had walked right over to the Commander and she began to speak. Sam was too far away to hear the conversation, but she could certainly see that the Captain had placed her hand on the Commander's forearm and they were leaning awfully close together. For some inexplicable reason she nearly yelled out to them: "Just kiss already!" but all that came out of her mouth was a fierce whisper. The only problem was, that was just enough to wake Naomi.

The Captain and Commander turned to face her, as she attempted to soothe her crying baby, but it was no use. Slowly the Captain walked away from the Commander and sat down next to her. The Captain looked at Naomi whit a rather quizzical half smile plastered across her face. "Sam," she began to speak. "I think I know how to quiet her…"

"With all do respect ma'am, she is one stubborn baby."

"So was I Ensign, why don't I sing her a lullaby my mother used to sing for me. Always used to knock me right out she often told me, no matter what."

"Alright ma'am…" she replied a little hesitantly.

As the Captain began to sing, the Commander looked in her direction, and a slight breeze blew. As their eyes locked Naomi fell into a deep slumber.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give fate a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making

Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give fate a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,

Dance.

I think this is Leeann Womack…