The Fleet Admiral requested, no demanded with a tone that left no argument, for me to beam aboard a ship. He says its a new class of ship and I would marvel of its workmanship. He handed me a new type of uniform. It looked all black with no Star Fleet insignia. My lips frowned. My fingers lightly touch the fabric sitting on my bed. I would need to report on the U.S.S. Vengeance in five days. After our meeting, he believes I would be well on the new star ship instead of the Enterprise. I tried to not let my emotion show during the meeting about my reassignment.

"Ah, Commander T'Saraphina, it's nice to finally be of your acquaintance."

I gave a nod to the Fleet Admiral, "I believe we have met, sir when you gave the opening ceremony to the new cadets two years ago. I was one of the senior officers who teach for that academic year."

His mouth opened as the memory hit him. He nodded, "Ah yes. Now I remember. I am sorry for forgetting."

I bit my tongue about how humans depending on their genetic make up can easily forget a simple meeting if it does not pertain to them. He gestured to the chair in front of him, "Now let's discuss your orders, Commander."

I moved to sit down on the chair. He sat down on his chair lacing his fingers together. Marcus released his fingers and grabbed a P.A.D.D. with my file. He spoke, "I was looking to find someone who may have the experience or knowledge of transwarp tracing and know their way around a ship."

I recalled back to the report I have written in my second year of the academy. It was easy to recall it. The paper had controversy. Some believed it can be done and others believed it cannot despite my findings and data. I waited till I was given permission to speak. It's not everyday that someone, even with my minuscule record, would be transferred to the head of Star Fleet's command. He continued, "I want someone with your potential to possibly look for a certain someone who may be using a transwarp device. Of course, I also want you on my ship. It is a one of kind ship that I would think would send any engineer over the moon."

I narrowed my eyes. I asked, "Permission to speak, Admiral?"

He nodded, "Granted."

I spoke, "If this ship you say is one of a kind, what class may I ask it is?"

He answered, "A war-ship. It's not like the Enterprise who is a constitution class. This dreadnought, U.S.S. Vengeance, has superiority over any class in the region. "

I asked, "Why would we need a dreadnought class ship, sir? We aren't in any war or in any form of aggression with any galactic armies."

He merely shrugged, "I would like to have a test run of the ship on Doraf I. Standard practice for any dreadnought classes."

I nearly tilted my head in opposition but I stopped myself. If I recall back in my studies, dreadnought classes would not need any test runs as he put it. They were to be treated as any other class of the Star Fleet ships. I am afraid if I were to question him, it would not go well. I accepted his answer begrudgingly, "I understand, sir."

Fleet Admiral Marcus smiled. I felt a light shiver down my spine. Something isn't right here.

I sat on my bed. My hands touch each other like if I was praying to some form. I closed my eyes. Why? The only thing I could come up with is why?

A whisky filled shot glass occupied my hand. I studied the amber color in the light. A voice filled my ears, "Back in the old days, they said whiskey is a good old sick cure."

I didn't meet the owner of the voice's face. I couldn't. I asked, "What are you doing here, captain?"

He tapped the bar keep's counter, "A bourbon over here, please!"

Not even five seconds later, the bar keep slide a short rounded glass filled with bourbon. It stopped by Jim's hand. He raised it to his lips and took a sip, "I could ask you the same thing, T'Saraphina."

I started, "Captain..."

I felt him turn his person towards me. He interrupted, "Listen... I want to clear this air we have around us."

I turned my head resting my cheek on my propped hand. My glass hung from my propped hand's fingers. I stopped him from continuing, "I thought we agreed mutually we would not speak of what happened a couple days ago. We would go back to being professional between a captain and its commander."

He slowly nodded, "Yes we did. I just would like to talk to you about the orders you've received."

I sat up straight placing my shot glass down. I sighed heavily, "I already told you I cannot tell you. It's classified. And no it has nothing to do with us having a sexual intercourse."

A clear of throat happened behind us. I felt my ears and cheeks burn in green. I swallowed turning seeing Pike standing there. Pike piped up, "I uh can leave if you need me to."

I shook my head, "No, Admiral you do not need to. I was just leaving."

I downed my shot glass before hopping off the bar stool. Pike looked over at Jim and gestured with his head to go after me. I was nearly about to raise a hand for a cab before a voice popped out of the bar's door, "Wait! T'Saraphina!"

I felt my shoulders slump. I turned around seeing a disheveled Jim Kirk standing in the door way. He moved out of the way to let patrons enter. He walked closer. I finally took a good look at him. I asked, "What happened to you?"

Jim's lips turned into a frown, "I lost her."

I felt my heart sank for him. I murmured, "Vulcans cannot lie."

Jim narrowed his eyes, "How'd?"

I feel like I owe him something. Anything due to my brother's fault of him losing the ship. I believe Spock was in the right in order to give an accurate report to the federation however, I knew how much this star ship meant to Jim. I lightly touch my ears, "Vulcan. And I am also his younger twin sister."

Jim watched the motion. He took a step closer, "T'Saraphina... I do would like to talk about..."

He pointed between the two of us. I shook my head, "What we did was only to satisfy my need to get through my Pon Farr and survive."

Jim's lips went into a firm line. He swallowed, "What happens if I want more than just that?"

I turned around hugging myself. I shook my head once more, "No. I am sorry, Jim. Last time I allowed someone to enter my world, he hated me for what I am. I cannot afford to relapse and go through that again."

I raised my hand to hail a taxi. I didn't hear him move closer. His hand grasped my own. I turned in shock. He pulled me towards him. His lips crashed on mine. I tried to pull away. I cannot afford this. Any relationship, that is. He used his free hand to lightly cup my cheek. His long fingers slide through my curls to the back of my head. His calloused thumb lightly rubbed my cheek bone. I sighed into the kiss. His sweet bourbon taste lingered on his lips. He slowly pulled away before going back in on a light peck. He breathed out, "I am usually not the one who chase after the girl and possibly want to get my head chopped off by their older brother but I believe you are worth it. Both sides of you."

He finally pulled away leaving me in a stupor. I swallowed when I heard the horn honk on the taxi. I opened then closed my mouth. I shook my head entering the taxi. I do not know what to think of this. I just received a confession by my captain. No, he's not my captain anymore. I just received a confession by Jim Kirk.