Disclaimer:Nothing Star Trek is mine, except Kelly. If it were, I wouldn't be posting anything here.
Someone was kissing her neck. Someone's warm body was pressed against her own. She didn't want to move, but the alarm clock was blaring in her ear. She removed a hand from under the covers, and hit the sleep button. It would go off again in eight minutes, but that didn't matter. She rolled over and looked up into Malcolm's brilliant blue eyes. He gave her a sleepy smile, trailing a finger up her arm. She shivered, and pressed against him. His arm circled her shoulders and he sighed.
"We should get up." He muttered into her hair. Her hair still smelled sweet from her shower the day before. Kelly shifted position and gave him a kiss.
"I don't want to." She said softly. Malcolm leaned down and gave her another kiss.
"Well you're going to have to." He said, and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He crawled over Kelly and grabbed his uniform and skivvies. Kelly didn't move as she watched him get dressed.
"Come on." Malcolm said, sitting back down on the bed to pull on his boots. "Do you want to eat breakfast or not?" She sighed and made her way over to her dresser. After she had dressed, she and Malcolm walked down to Mess Hall. Hoshi, Travis and Trip were sitting at a table. Malcolm sat off by himself with a data pad, which wasn't unusual, and Kelly sat with the others, which wasn't irregular either. After a few minutes of silently eating, she heard Hoshi talking to her.
"Kelly?" She glanced up from her breakfast at Hoshi. "You all right?" Kelly nodded absently.
"I was just thinking." She said. "It's been a long few days."
"Speaking of which, how's your leg?" Trip asked. "Bower got you pretty good yesterday." Kelly shrugged.
"Just a little bruise." She said with a shrug.
"You sure you're all right?" Trip asked. "You look a little flushed." Kelly felt her face burn. Luckily, she was saved by the bell. Alarm actually.
"Staff to tactical stations!" Came the barked order. All food was abandoned as everyone made for the foor to the mess hall. Kelly ran down to engineering while Trip made for the bridge. She made it to engineering to find that anyone with a rank higher than ensign was gone. Furious, she swung herself up to check on the warp engines. Did they not hear the barked order? Did they not see the tactical lights going off? Did they not hear the alarms?
The call came in from the bridge a few moments later. "Senior Staff, report to the situation room immediately." Kelly frowned. She was the only member of the Senior staff not on the bridge. Something didn't feel right.
The feeling only intensified when she stepped out onto the bridge. The only ones there were Hoshi and Travis. Her stomach sank when she saw their faces. She had never seen them look so upset.
"Where is everyone?" She asked. Neither replied. She glared at them as her stomach twisted nervously. If no one else showed up, she would be in command, and the thought didn't really appeal to her.
"Sir, you're the only one above the level of Ensign left on the ship." Travis said. Kelly had to grab the wall for support. She had seen Trip and Malolm leav the mess hall not five minutes before.
"Trip? Malcolm? Jon?" She asked. Hoshi shook her head.
"No sir." She said. Kelly waved away the title.
"Stop with the 'sirs' guys, please." She said. "I think I might be sick as it is." She said. "We're the only senior staff remaining?" She asked. Hoshi nodded.
"Yes s-" She caught herself. "Yes."
"Is Phlox still here?"
"Yes."
"How were the others taken?" She asked. She knew she was being blunt, but at this point she couldn't care. It was taking all her concentration not to throw up. Hoshi bit her lip. "We don't know. One minute they were here. Captain Archer was trying to talk with the ship, and suddenly everyone was gone."
"Transporter?"
"The science station showed some kind of energy reading." Travis said. Kelly closed her eyes, counting to ten before replying.
"Get Ensign Jordan up here to take over T'Pol's station. You two stay. I'll get people up for tactical and from engineering." She wished she didn't feel so sick. Trip, Jon, and Malcolm. The people she cared most about in the world -- in her world were gone.