Disclaimer: I do not own James T. Kirk, McCoy, Scotty, Chekvo, Uhura, or the wonderful Spock. I just borrow them to play with. I do own Natasha, Sasha, and Katerina.

A man appeared in front of the lift, grinning as he watched the three couples walk off. The man had dark drown hair and dark eyes, which gleamed with an unholy light. He had the look of an insane man. He rubbed his hands together as his grin widened.

"Just a little longer, Captain Kirk," the man chuckled gleefully.

His plan was finally in motion, now all he had to do was wait. 'But I haven't been known for my patience,' he thought as a malevolent grin stretched his thin lips. He snapped his fingers and the coordior was once again empty.

With the Captain and Natasha...

Natasha walked along beside the captain, trying not to stare at the man. He was aas sexy and handsome as he was in television as in the flesh. William Shatner played Captain James T. Kirk, but here was the real article. Literally! How was that possible? Shw didn't know, but Sasha and Katerina would find out, but in the meantime...

"Are you married, Captain?" she asked, watching him from teh corner of her crystal blue eys. Sh eknew the answer, but he didn't know that.

"No," he exclaimed, "No, I'm not married. I'd like to be and I would like it if you'd call me Jim." He threw her an attractive lopsided grin, which made Natasha, for the first time in her life, blush. Her tanned cheeks darkened as she ducked her head, totally bewildered. She had never blushed under such smiles. Why now of all times?

"Jim it is, but only if you call me Nataya," she bartered, grinning at him.

Jim grinned back. "I'd be honored.Tell me is there any husband that will be worried if you don't return home," he inquired innocently. The intensity of his stare belied his tone of voice. He wanted to know. Natasha hide a smile as she shook her head.

"Good. One less thing to worry about. Ah! Here we are!" Jim stopped beside a door and bowed, hand pointing toward the door as he waited for her to enter before him.

Natasha chuckled as she swept past him and into the room. She stopped and stared around her, barely believing. The room was magnificent. The bed was covered in a purple material. The carpet was a deep blue, while the walls were a light green. She spotted a desk with a computer moniter on it and finally everything hit her. She was on the Enterprise. The real Enterprise. It was real. Not a television show. Not a dream or fantasy. This was real. She was here, living it. It was absolutely amazing. Yet... terrifying.

"Do you like it?" Jim asked right by her ear, his warm breathe tinkling her ear and neck for he stood right behind her. She had completely forgotten he was there. He sure reminded her, she thought as she felt her body react to his close proximity. His heat was seeping into her back, making her feel as if she was in a sauna.

"Y...Yes, I like it very much. It's beautiful," She answered unsteadily as she edged away from him. When she was a few feet away, a safe distance, she began to feel cold. Bereft. She folded her arms and hugged herself tightly, avoiding his eyes.

"Yes, yes, very beautiful. I'll be going now. After, you've cleaned up, a crew member will be waiting to escort you to the mess hall, " he nodded to her before pivoting on his heel and leaving the room, the door sliding shut behind him, leaving slience in his wake.

Natasha stared at the door, knowing that he hadn't been talking about the room.

With the doctors...

Katerina glanced up at the doctor again and glanced away again. She was shy. How did you talk to man that you had thought was fictional? A man you had admired and wanted to have the doctor's skill he possessed? Дерьмо! (Shit) Why did she choke up around men she liked?

"Did you what to ask me something?" McCoy asked, aware of the frequent glances and curious about them.

"Um... yes I did.. I mean do. May I see sick Bay after we eat?" Katerina asked in rush a words, her accent on the 's' almost making it hard to understand her.

McCoy grinned at her, and Katerina felt her pulse leap. He was a handsome man. Very. Katerina smiled timidly back in return.

"Of course you may, Doctor. I'd love to show you around." McCoy stopped in front of adoor and bowed, arm and hand extended to the door, which slid open timely. "After you, My Lady."

Katerina grinned and relaxed at his playful manner. She always enjoyed a good sense of humor. "Please call me Katerina, Doctor."

"Only if you call me Bones." He walked in behind her, catching a whiff of perfume. A flower. Jasmine? No! Roses? No! It was oranges. Orange Blossoms!

Katerina walked around the coral toned room and smiled. Joy light her face as she spotted a few books on a shelf. McCoy watching her, felt something tight in his chest. He rubbed it at it, but it didn't ease. Katerina turned to McCoy and grabbed his hands.

"It's a beautiful room.Совершенный! (Perfect) I love it."

McCoy smiled a little tightly down at her, gently removing his hands from her grasp. "I'll leave you to get ready. A crew member will be waiting for you to take you the mess hall."

McCoy turned tail and hurried out the room, rubbing his chest, leaving a bewondered Katerina in the silent room.

With Spock and Sasha...

Sasha walked in silence beside the equally silent Spock down the corridor. Spock had his hands clasped behind his back, eyes looking straight ahead, face devoid of any thought or emotion. Sasha with a sideway glance at Spock and a small smile, straightened her posture and began to mimick Spock. She watched Spock and when he turned his head to look at her, she fought a grin.

"Why are you mimicking me?" Spock asked, an eyebrow raised enquiringly at her.

"Your not talking, so I thought it would be amusing to see how long it took for you to notice," Sasha explained, easing back into her lazy stride.

"What would you like to converse about?" Spock asked, turning his gaze away from her.

"Socrates. Do you agree with his argument 'that knowledge and virtue are so closely related that no human agent ever knowingly does evil: we all invariably do what we believe to be best. Improper conduct, then, can only be a product of our ignorance rather than a symptom of weakness of the will.'?" Sasha asked casually, not looking at Spock.

Spock didn't argee. He agreed with Aristotle. 'The great enemy of moral conduct, on Aristotle's view, is precisely the failure to behave well even on those occasions when one's deliberation has resulted in clear knowledge of what is right.'Sasha and Spock argued their views. They were so into their debate that they stopped in the middle of the corridor. Crew members passing just smiled and shook their heads after getting over the shock of seeing Spock so animated. His dark eyes were burning with feverish light. A deep fire that was reflected by Sashas'. Many minutes past until Sasha called a truce. Spock was relucant until she pointed out the time and where they were. They walked the rest of the way in content silence to her room.

"I'll see you in the mess hall?" Sasha asked at the door, looking up at him. Her hands were clasped in front of her and she rocked back on her heels.

Spock nodded and turned away to strode down the corridor. Sasha turned and entered the room. She walked straight to the bed and fell backwards onto it. Ад (Hell) Sasha stared at the ceiling in disbelief. She had just debated Socrates and Aristotle with Spock. A fictional character in her time. Sasha rolled and buried her face in the pillow. Какой беспорядок! (What a mess!)

Kirk, McCoy, and Spock sat at a table in the far corner of the room waiting for the three female guests to arrive. Kirk had a glass of brandy in his hand and McCoy had a glass of whiskey. Spock sat with his arms folded; he had no drink.

"So what do you make of her, Bones?" Jim asked, taking a drink watching the emotions play across the doctor's face.

"She seems nice. She's shy. She wants to see Sick Bay after we eat." McCoy took a huge gulp of whiskey staring into glass. "Ah, hell, Jim, she scares the hell out of me."

Jim grinned at the doctor and turned to Spock. "Well, how about you, Spock? What's your expression of the red head?"

" Miss. Sasha is very intelligent. We debated on Socrates and Aristotle. We had to call a truce."

McCoy stared at the Vulcan and fairly sputtered, "You got to be pulling my leg, Spock. No woman would talk about dead philosophers. It's not normal."

"On the contrary, doctor, we did and it isn't that bizarre for a human woman to possess a brain," Sasha rebuked from behind Spock.

Spock remained unmoved while McCoy and Kirk jumped at her sudden appearance. Natasha took the sit between the captain and Spock, while Katerina sat between the captain and the doctor. Sasha sat beside the doctor and Spock. Her face was impassive as Spocks' as she looked at the two human men. They shifted under her look, unnerved by the uncanny stare.

"So what would you ladies like to drink?" Jim asked, smiling charmingly.

Natasha smiled. "Martini, please."

"Gin tonic." Katerina avoided eye contact with Sasha, who was frowning slightly.

Jim looked at Sasha inquiringly , obviously waiting for her order.

"Water."

Jim and McCoy stared at her in disbelief as Sasha stared back at them calmly, an eyebrow raised as if to say, 'Problem, gentlemen?'. McCoy shook his head and turned to Natasha to ask her if she had settled down comfortably. Jim stood and walked off toward the bar. Katerina glanced at Sasha before speaking up hesitatingly.

"Mr. Spock, do you have any clue how we arrived here?"

Spock turned to look at her, eyes penetrating. "I'm still trying out hypotheses. There are many possibility, even after eliminating some of the more...unprovable ones."

Jim walked up, sitting down drinks before seating himself again. "We are going to figure it out, but it will take time. In the meantime, your welcome aboard the Enterprise. Any questions can be answered by any of the crew." Jim turned to Katerina. "Bones has told me that you were interested in seeing the Sick Bay. May I ask what field your in?"

"I'm in surgical. Cardiac and bone. I'm interested in seeing how far technology in medicine has advanced. If that's not a problem, Captain."

"No, that's no problem at all," Jim assured her. Katerina smiled shyly before taking a sip of her tonic.

Jim turned to Sasha and met her steady green gaze. "May I ask what your occupation is, Miss...?"

Sasha smiled knowingly, a twinkle in her eyes as she answered. "I'm a psychologist and writer. I mostly help children and teenagers. Mostly ones in foster homes and in correctional facilities."

Jim blinked surprised as Sasha smiled amused at his reaction. He obviously hadn't expected something like that. No, he had thought a lawyer, maybe a judge. This woman kept surprising him and that annoyed him, especially at her amused expense.

"Don't mind Sasha, Jim," Natasha consoled, ignoring Sasha's raised eyebrow at her use of the captain's first name. "She loves to settle people. It's her hobby."

"Yes, Captain. I'm a low-key sadist. Listen to our dear Natasha. A perfect angel, who defends the accused," Sasha drawled, before taking a deep swallow of water, eyes narrowed.

"What's wrong with defending the accused?" McCoy frowned, studying Sasha with suspicious eyes.

Sasha threw him an irritated glance. "In our time, doctor, the accused is hundred percent guilty. Lucky for Natasha, she has had all innocents who were wrongly accused."

Natasha had her eyes narrowed on Sasha as Sasha watched her beneath lowered eyelids. Spock sat quietly watching the interaction, faintly amused, though he would never admit it. It was obvious the two human women couldn't tolerate each other, so why were they together?

As if reading his mind, Katerina spoke up. "Ignore them both, gentlemen. They are always at each others throat since they were young. The first time they laid eyes one each other, they are always insulting each other, even though they would lay down their lives for each other if it was called for. It's their own unique friendship. It's alarming at first, but you get use to it. Sometimes it's amusing and other times it's tiresome."

Jim and McCoy chuckled and shook their heads as Sasha smiled into her glass, eyes warm and loving as she watched the other two women converse with the two men. In turn, Spock watched Sasha, his eyes filled with something almost akin to... awe?

A/N:

I hope you enjoy this and forgive me if you see a misspelling, or bad grammar, and so forth. If it's really bad, let me know.

"Heaven doesn't want me and hell is scared I am going to take over."

Eve Toth

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