Disclaimer: Nothing Enterprise is mine, nor will it ever will be. (santa, where are you when I need you?)

A/N: I know this is a short chapter, but bear with me... there is a method to the chapter seperation. Speaking of seperation, thank you to the kind reviewer who pointed out that does not like little asterisks, which was what I'd been using to seperate the sections of my stories. I'll start putting the little bar things in. Happy reading!

Captain's personal log.

Well, it's Christmas morning. I gave most of the crew the day off, though I'm sorry to say that I had to keep a few people on duty to make sure we don't blow ourselves up. I had to make a few adjustment though. Crewman Green had a little too much punch last night, so I replaced him on the roster today.

Malcolm and Kelly make an interesting couple. Seeing them together didn't unnerve me as much as I thought it would. I had honestly thought it would make me react like Trip had when we were captured a couple weeks ago. They're just so . . . . Natural. I guess you could use that word. They're natural together. Trip's taking it a little harder than I thought though. He was right. I wasn't there for her after Talbot, but Trip was. Trip was the one who saved her, not me. Somehow that never bothered me, after all I had asked him to keep an eye on her when I was away. Back then I may have blamed Trip a little, for not being there. I know now that he couldn't have been expected to be there 24/7 but I couldn't understand that then. All I knew was someone had hurt my baby cousin, and badly. Then I got to see Forrest question Talbot, and I realized what a job Trip had done on Talbot's face. I can understand the bond between the two, and I laugh at the fact that Trip seems to be taking this whole thing so well. Seems. He's not taking it well, I know that. We've talked some, but it's not like we used to. Since the Xindi attack on Earth, Trip hasn't really been the same. I guess since his sister's gone, he views Kelly kind of like his sister, and wants to protect her in the same way.

"Computer pause." Jon looked down at the dog pawing at his leg. "Porthos, just this once, since it's Christmas." He said, and dropped a piece of cheese into the dog's waiting mouth. The door chimed and he sighed. "Come!" He called, sitting down. Kelly strode in, a box under her arm. She handed it to him as Porthos attacked her pant leg playfully. She laughed and scooped the dog up in her arms.

"Got you a present." She said as she avoided the dog's tongue, scratching him behind the ears. He stopped trying to lick her head and rested his head on her shoulder, his tail wagging. Jon opened the package to see a large picture. It had been taken by Trip on Earth the day before they left for Enterprise's maiden voyage to return the Klingon to his home world. She had tried to take off his hat, and failing in her attempts to grab it, had jumped on his back and tried to pull it off. Trip had tried to help her, and the camera had gone off, capturing the three of them. She had it printed and had made a wooden frame to fit the print. Jon looked up at his cousin with a small smile, which she returned.

"Kell-"

"Jon, the only thing you've been since I came aboard is depressed and withdrawn. The Jon I knew before you left, wasn't all the time. I miss him." She said. "Try smiling once in a while. It'll do wonders for you." She had stopped scratching Porthos behind the ears, so he had resumed the attack on her face with his tongue. She sighed, setting him down on Jon's bed.

Jon sighed. "Kelly, out here I've had to do a lot of things I'm not proud of." He replied. "Especially when we were fighting the Xindi." Kelly shook her head.

"Jon, I know." She said, her eyes suddenly fixed on the ground. "I've read the reports, and what they left out, Trip told me." Those large gray eyes wnet to his face. "The reason Forrest but me in charge of the investigation was because I worked in a secret group for Starfleet. We were set up to stop all the xenophobes from destroying Starfleet. None knew we existed." She said. "In order to protect millions of lives, I had to do a lot of the same things you did. Believe me, I've not proud of them either." She said. "But I couldn't have done them any other way, nor would I have wanted to. It could have yielded different results, and I couldn't afford to take that risk. You're not the only one Jon." He sighed, and let her hug him, folding her into his arm. "You just have to move on." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, patted Porthos on the head and left. Jon shook his head and picked up the picture.

"Computer, resume."

Kelly just stopped by to say merry Christmas, and give me a lecture on how depressed and withdrawn I've been these last few months. I guess I have. She gave me a print of a picture that was taken of her Trip and I the day before we left to take the Klingon back to his home world. We were so happy then, and the three of us were closer than ever. I thought I knew everything about the both of them, but since Kelly's come back on board, I can't help but feel I don't know either of them anymore.

Well, I guess I should try to think more positive thoughts. After all, it is Christmas.

End personal log.