Chapter 12

Captain's log; supplemental: After the battle with the Borg, we have retreated to an uninhabited star system in the Romulan Empire for repairs and to recuperate. I ordered everyone who was on the saucer to get some rest, and then followed that order myself, leaving the Orion in the capable hands of Mr. Hickensen. Now for my first real sleep in four days.

Lindsey's door chimed. She groaned and rolled over in her bed. Then her combadge chirped. "Cmdr. Hickensen to Capt. Lander. Rise and shine."

Lindsey groaned again has she hit the badge on her nightstand. "Give me a second. I will be up soon. Wait for me in my sitting room." Lindsey rolled out of bed and put on her slippers. She tried to straighten her tangled hair, but it was a hopeless task. She hadn't taken the time to clean up last night. She was so tired that she barely made the effort to change from her uniform into her comfortable pajama pants and shirt.

Lindsey exited her bedroom and entered the common room of her quarters. Standing there in full uniform was Henry Hickensen. "Why did you wake me, Commander?"

"Just following your orders. Even if it means waking a cranky captain.

"Why didn't you challenge those orders?"

"You didn't give me a chance. You told me over combadge that I have command of the ship and to wake you at 0900 hours. Well, it's 0900."

"Fantastic," Lindsey looked at Henry's pristine red uniform and thought of her own appearance. "Bet you didn't think you would find me like this," Lindsey indicated her pajamas and messy hair.

"Actually, this is exactly how I expected to find you."

"I have certainly looked nicer," said Lindsey.

"Cleaner, more official, yes," replied Henry. "But I have rarely found you to be more beautiful." Henry came forward and embraced Lindsey in a hug. Lindsey put her arms around Henry, squeezed him tight, and buried her head into his shoulder. It was entirely inappropriate: a captain wearing only her pajamas embracing her first officer, but there was nowhere else Lindsey would rather be.

After the long embrace, Henry pulled back a bit, still with his hands on her shoulders, and gave Lindsey a long kiss on the lips. "I thought I had lost you…again. You have got to stop doing that to me."

Lindsey suddenly pulled away and sat down. "Henry, what are we doing? How can we make this work?"

"I'm sorry," said Henry. "Perhaps, seeing you outside your uniform made me think differently." Henry shook his head. "No, that's not it. It was losing you again that caused me to again reevaluate my priorities. Last time you disappeared I decided that a relationship was worth the risk of illicit fraternizing. This time, I've realized that being with you is more important than any career. It is I that should be taking off my uniform."

"No! We've talked about this!" said Lindsey emphatically. "You have a promising Starfleet career in front of you! You can't throw away your uniform and rank pips…" Lindsey for the first time since the battle had ended looked at Henry's rank pips: three solid pips. "Henry, you've been promoted."

"Yes. Janeway did it. But she told me that my rank was already approved by Starfleet. She also told me that your promotion to captain is also approved. Your career is advancing far more than mine."

"No, no, you don't understand." Lindsey grabbed Henry by the shoulders. "Henry, we're the same rank."

"Well, yes, technically: full commanders. But you are still the captain of the ship, and thus still my superior."

"No, I'm not." Henry looked confused, but Lindsey explained. "I was listed 'Missing in Action.' You and Janeway took command of the Orion. I spend four days MIA, with little sleep, dodging Borg drones. On top of that, I had Borg nanoprobes pumped through my veins. I can't return to duty until I undergo a full medical evaluation. Until then, Adm. Janeway is the acting captain, and I am just Commander Lindsey Lander."

"That is some thin reasoning, Lindsey. Starfleet will never go for it, or if they do you will never become captain."

"They won't like it; but maybe, just maybe they will go for it. Especially if we act fast."

"What did you have in mind?"

"We go to Adm. Janeway. If we can persuade her, then this might work."

"I don't know, Lindsey. What if…"

"Henry, you once told me not that long ago, 'If I could marry you right now, I would.' Do you still feel that way?"

Henry's face turned very serious. After only a moment's pause, he reached out, took Lindsey's right hand, and dropped to one knee. "Lindsey Loraine Lander, will you marry me?"

"Yes, Henry Samuel Hickensen, I will marry you."

Lt. T'Sel entered the personal quarters of Lts. Chaput and Mikkelson. "Lieutenants, you wished to see me."

"Yes," said Lt. Selina Chaput-Mikkelson. The young human woman was holding in her arms a sleeping newborn baby. Next to her was her husband, Lt. Johnathan Mikkelson. "Please join us."

T'Sel sat on the couch in the common room of the family's quarters. "Have you decided on a name yet?"

"Yes," said Selina.

"Thomas Robert Mikkelson," said Johnathan.

"Is he named after Dr. Thomas Randle?" T'Sel raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, he is. It seemed fitting. Dr. Randle gave his life so that this child could live," said Johnathan. "This way we will always remember his sacrifice, and when little Thomas here is old enough, we will tell him the story of his namesake who saved his life."

"I see," said T'Sel, even though she found it to be a very emotionally driven decision. "And the name Robert?"

"An ancestor of mine, a commodore in Starfleet," said Selina. Selina shifted as the baby squirmed in his sleep. "Dr. Randle is not the only one we need to thank for saving us." Selina looked away from her baby and up at T'Sel. "It was you who carried me and little Thomas off the saucer."

"You were in danger, and I was in a position to help. It was logical."

"Should that make us less grateful?" asked Selina.

"Perhaps not," said T'Sel. She was still struggling to understand human emotions.

"But we did not ask you here to merely express our thankfulness," said Johnathan. "We have something we wish to ask of you."

"What can I do for you?" asked T'Sel. "If I am able to help, then I will."

Selina and Johnathan smiled at each other then looked back at T'Sel. Johnathan said, "We would like you to be little Thomas' godmother."

"I do not understand," said T'Sel. "I am neither a deity nor a mother to this child."

Selina laughed. "I suppose that is confusing. The term godmother is an old term on Earth used during the time when the monotheistic religions were common. It was given to a person who had been asked by parents to assist them in the raising of their child, particularly in the handing on of their religious beliefs. Today it represents a person that the parents want as a role model for their child. And we want you to be that role model to little Thomas here." Selina gave the sleeping infant a gentle bounce. The boy reached out his arms as if to grab some invisible object that only he could see in his dreams.

T'Sel was amazed at the illogical human tendency to continue to use antiquated words that had long out grown their original meaning. "I am not sure that I am a good candidate for such a task. I have long struggled to understand human traditions and customs."

"Perhaps we want you because you're a Vulcan," said Johnathan.

"Explain." T'Sel was now curious.

"Do you believed that Vulcan logic could be beneficial to other species, humans in particular?" asked Johnathan.

"Yes, I do. Many species could benefit from the teachings of Surak."

"Is it not logical that we would wish our son to have a role model that is well versed in Surak's teachings?"

"Yes, that would be logical." said T'Sel. "You see me as the logical choice for godmother?"

"Yes, logical, but also emotional," said Johnathan. "We want our child to know the woman who saved his life, and we want him to be exposed to the same logic that led that woman to make such a decision."

"So…" said Selina. "Do you accept?"

T'Sel thought about it a bit. Their reasoning was, like most human reasoning, an odd mixture of logic and emotion. T'Sel did see the value in exposing a young human child to the teachings of Surak. She could also see how being in close relationship with Mikkelson's could help T'Sel understand humans better. The Captain had encouraged her to spend more time with other species. This could help T'Sel become a better leader of a mixed species team. It would require her to take a certain responsibility for the child, but it was the parents' wish. "I will accept this request of yours to be the godmother of your child."

The emotional reaction of both parents was obvious as looks of joy spread across their faces. Also, at that moment the baby woke up and began gently fusing. Selina attended to little Thomas for a bit before looking up at T'Sel. "Would you like to hold him?"

"I am indifferent in the matter," answered T'Sel.

"Go ahead," said Selina. "I am told that human babies bond by touch. And I would like you to hold Thomas."

"If that is your wish." T'Sel received the human baby in her arms. He fused a bit, but T'Sel imitated Selina's gentle bouncing motions, and soon he fell back to sleep. "You have a beautiful and healthy young boy," said T'Sel. "I am sure he will grow up to be a fine human being."

Selina reached forward and gave T'Sel a hug, which was awkward both because of the child she was holding and the fact that T'Sel was not accustom to such emotional displays. "Thank you, T'Sel. And welcome to our family."

"How are you feeling, Seven?" asked Janeway.

"I am feeling much better, now that I have regenerated," answered Seven of Nine. Janeway looked at her friend. She did indeed look better. "I feel well enough to return to duty, Admiral."

"Not so fast, Seven," Janeway stood from her desk. She had moved back into the Orion's VIP quarters on the saucer. The Borg had entered the room and accessed the computer terminal, but the rest of it must had been irrelevant. "You cannot return to duty until you've undergone a full medical evaluation. We don't know what toll your lack of sleep, nutrition, and regeneration has taken on your body and mind."

"With all due respect, Admiral, there is no doctor on board this ship or in this fleet that understands my unique physiology."

Janeway smiled. "That's why I already called the Doctor. He will meet us once we return to Federation space."

"I look forward to seeing the Doctor again." Seven had a thoughtful expression on her face. "I also know another EMH that would also like to meet him. I shall arrange it." Janeway smiled at the thought of the Doctor meeting an adoring holographic fan. The Doctor certainly enjoyed the popularity he has gained amongst Federation holograms.

"How long before we reach Federation space?" asked Seven.

"We will depart in five days."

"Five days," said Seven disappointedly. "If I may ask, what am I to do for five days?"

Janeway put her hand on Seven's shoulder. "Relax, Seven. Enjoy yourself. Spend time with the crew of the Orion. I may even challenge you to a game of velocity when dealing with Romulans wears me down."

Seven nodded. "There is a holographic program that Capt. Lander told me about. Perhaps I will try it."

The door to Janeway's room chimed. "Enter." Janeway saw both Capt. Lander and Cmdr. Hickensen enter the room. "Capt. Lander, please come in. And you too, Mr. Hickensen."

Seven turned and acknowledged Lander. "Captain, it is good to see you well and rested."

"It is good to see you as well, Seven…Ensign." Lander quickly corrected herself. Janeway gave Seven an intrigued look. How familiar did Lander and Seven become while together on the saucer? "Admiral, if we are not interrupting, Mr. Hickensen and I have a request to make in private."

"Of course, Captain. Seven, please excuse us. And try to enjoy yourself," Janeway added.

"I will, Admiral." Seven turned and left the room, giving Lander a respectful nod on her way out.

"Well, Captain, you seem to have earned the respect of Seven of Nine. Not an easy thing to do. Trust me, I know." Janeway indicated the chairs in front of her desk, as she sat behind it. "I trust that you are resting up after your ordeal, Captain." Janeway was deliberately addressing Lander as 'Captain' rather than by her rank of commander. Lander had earned that privilege, and Janeway no longer thought of the Orion as her ship, but as Lander's.

"Yes, Admiral. Although it will take a couple of days before I am fully recovered."

"I understand," said Janeway. "So, what can I do for the two of you."

Both officers fell silent. After a bit, Hickensen turned towards Lander. "Best way to enter cold water is to jump in."

"Right," said Lander. Janeway felt some apprehension. She could not imagine what this request could be. Was the ship damaged? Was Lander not well?

"Admiral, we would like you to preside at our wedding."

"What?!" was the first word out of Janeway's mouth. Whatever Janeway had imagined the request was, this was not it. "You wish to be married…to each other?"

"Yes," said Hickensen. "And as fleet flag officer and acting captain of the Orion, we would like you to preside at the ceremony."

"Absolutely not!" Janeway said. "A captain and her first officer? It is a violation of the Starfleet code of conduct. I cannot condone this, must less endorse it by presiding at the wedding."

"We think we may have a way around the Starfleet code of conduct," said Hickensen.

"I doubt that. You are likely already in violation. How long have you been engaging in illicit fraternization, Miss. Lander?"

Lander bowed her head. "Two years."

"The entire time you've been captain of the Orion?" asked Janeway. "It that why you chose Mr. Hickensen as your first officer?"

"No, Admiral, it wasn't," said Lander defensively. "I chose Henry as my first officer because he was the man for the job. It was only after a few months that we discovered our feelings for each other.

"Also, Admiral," Lindsey continued. "We were very careful this time. We had been together once before; a less than serious relationship back in the Academy. We needed to know that this wasn't just some flare up of an old flame. And we have been sure for a couple of months now that we wish to be together. Only we didn't know how we could accomplish that given Starfleet's rules. That is until now."

"I suppose this is when you tell me about this loophole you've found," said Janeway.

"A few days ago, Admiral, you promoted me to the full rank of commander," said Hickensen.

"Yes, I did," Janeway looked back and forth between Hickensen and Lander. As she looked at the three gold rank pips on each of their collars, she could see where they were going with this. "But even if you two are the same rank, Mr. Hickensen, Lander still out ranks you in virtue of being the captain of the ship."

"But I'm not the captain," said Lander. "Not at the moment. After my ordeal on the saucer, I am not able to return to my duty until I have been cleared by a full medical examination. Until that happens, you, Admiral, are the acting captain of the Orion, and I am just Cmdr. Lindsey Lander."

"That is a very, very thin loophole, Commander."

"But it is the only one we have," said Lander with an honesty that cut through Janeway's anger. "If what Henry tells me is true, then there is a promotion to captain waiting for me in Federation space. Once that happens this is all over. Henry and I can never be together while I sit in the captain's chair. This is our only window of opportunity."

Janeway shook her head. "I'm sorry, Lindsey. But I can't do this. And I have to put a reprimand for illicit fraternization on both your records."

"It wouldn't be my first," said Lander. "Although, it has been a long time."

"But it will be my last," added Hickensen. Something about the way he said it made Janeway nervous. It did not help that Lander turned towards him and pleaded.

"Henry, don't."

"I have to. It's the only way," he turned towards Janeway and began to take off his rank pips. "Adm. Janeway, I hereby submit my resignation of the rank of commander. Please accept." He set the three gold pips on the desk.

Janeway stared at the young man. "Why should I? I gave you that rank. Why did you accept it if you were just going to throw it away?"

"I didn't know if Lindsey was alive at the time, and it was my duty to my ship and my crew. Without its captain, the Orion needed its first officer. Now we have the Captain back. Between her and you, the Orion is in good hands. It doesn't need me anymore."

"Starfleet needs you," countered Janeway. "We have still not recovered from all the officers we lost in the Dominion War. Starfleet needs good officers. I did not promote you for one mission only."

"I'm sorry, Admiral," said Hickensen. "But I have decided that I am going to be with Lindsey. If I can't do that as an officer, then I will do it as a civilian."

"Is this an ultimatum, Commander?! Are you trying to force my hand?"

"No, Admiral. If there is an ultimatum, then it is on me," replied Hickensen in a calm voice. "I do not expect you to violate Starfleet principles on my behalf. I am simply doing what I need to do."

"Stop," said Janeway. "I need to think." She got up and began to pace behind the desk. An idea had come to her head and she was trying to make it work. "Starfleet will not like your loophole, but they may allow it. What they really couldn't abide by is a married couple as both captain and first officer. A captain needs a first officer who is removed from her; able to think independently from her; challenge her, if need be. They will never allow a husband and wife to share those roles. But if Cmdr. Hickensen was not the first officer…"

"Admiral, what are you saying?" asked Lander.

Janeway stopped pacing and faced the couple. "Mr. Hickensen, if you are willing to throw away your career for the sake of being with Miss. Lander, does that mean you also willing to let your career take a hit while staying intact?"

"Yes," said Hickensen cautiously.

"Capt. Lander." Janeway turned toward her. "If you and Mr. Hickensen wish to wed, he may continue to serve as one of your officers, but he cannot be your first officer. You will need to find someone else. Starfleet will not be happy. They will want a solution to your problem immediately. That will not allow you much time to search for a replacement first officer. Do you have someone who is qualified, willing, and available to take the position."

Without hesitation Lander said, "Lt. Cmdr. Ser'rek Thrim. He is currently my tactical officer, but he was once the first officer of the Woodrow Wilson. He is more than capable."

"Wasn't he demoted a rank?" asked Janeway.

"Yes," replied Lander. "He was demoted because he could not separate his rage against the Romulans from his duty as a Starfleet officer. He blames the Romulans for the destruction of the Wilson, and he long lived in hatred of them. I believed he could overcome his rage, and I gave him a second chance. And he has proven me to be correct. I cannot think of a greater test than having him fight side by side with Romulans, his sworn enemy, as he just did against the Borg. Not once in either of the two battles did he show any sign of losing control of his anger."

Janeway nodded as she remembered the way the Andorian officer composed himself during the battles with the Borg cube. Janeway looked at the young couple in front of her. She could see that they were dead serious about being wed. "Are you two sure about this?"

Lander answered, "Yes, Admiral. We have been thinking about this for months, trying to find a way to make it work. We want to spend the rest of our lives together, have children, and raise a family on this ship."

"Cmdr. Hickensen, I do not accept your resignation. Pick up your rank pips immediately." Janeway then let her stern face fall. "I'll do it."

"You'll do it?" asked Lander in surprise.

"Yes, Lindsey. I'll do it." Janeway shook her head. "I'll catch hell for it, and so will the two of you. But I'll do it." Janeway stood up and walked around the desk. "Congratulations."

Lander could barely hold back her excitement. "Requesting permission to speak freely, Admiral."

"Why stop now?" said Janeway.

Lander threw her arms around her. Not knowing what else to do, Janeway received the hug. "Thank you, Admiral, thank you." The way Lander was squeezing Janeway revealed just how genuinely thankful she was. And Janeway, despite still being upset at the couple's secret relationship, was actually happy for them.

The transport was completed and Ta'Sem found herself again on the Orion. This time she and Sub-Cmdr. Matech stood next to Cmdr. Donatra herself.

"Welcome on board the Orion, Commander," said Adm. Janeway, who stood at the base of the platform to greet them. With the Admiral were Capt. Lander, Cmdr. Hickensen, Lt. Cmdr. Thrim, and Lt. Cmdr. Grant. Ta'Sem noted the lack of security officers. A show of trust?

"Thank you, Admiral," replied Donatra as she stepped down from the transporter platform. "My companions have come to retrieve their luggage from their earlier stay on your ship. They will also take Tribune Slavak's things."

"What about Rudal's things?" asked Adm. Janeway.

"He said to burn them," replied Donatra. "Apparently they are tainted. I hope you are not too insulted."

"I expected nothing less," said Adm. Janeway.

Donatra spoke again as they walked down the corridors. "Admiral, I came to thank you and your crew in person for the efforts you made in helping us defeat the Borg. It would have cost the Romulan Empire a great deal without your help." Ta'Sem nearly smiled at the understatement. There was great uncertainty in Ta'Sem's mind as to whether the combined Romulan and Reman fleets would have been able to protect their home world from the Borg. But not even the Federation-friendly Donatra could admit that in front of a Starfleet Admiral.

Donatra stopped walking and turned to Capt. Lander. "And I want to thank you, Capt. Lander. Your reputation for getting out of tight situations was understated on Romulus."

"Thank you, Commander," replied the Captain graciously. Ta'Sem caught Lander's eye as it passed her, and she gave the human woman an encouraging nod. Ta'Sem cautioned herself against growing too familiar with humans. It was quite possible that they would be enemies in the future. But Ta'Sem found them to be fascinating. They had values not unlike the Vulcans, but they also possessed the ability to be as cunning as a Romulan. And there was one human in particular that Ta'Sem found most fascinating.

Donatra was still talking. "I also wish to express my sympathy for your losses, Admiral. I tried to organize a joint memorial service, but the warhawks would not have Starfleet officers honored next to Romulans. I am truly sorry, but my condolences…and those that Tal'Aura wishes me to extend to you, will have to suffice."

"I understand, Commander. Please, join me and my captains for a refreshment." Admiral Janeway led Donatra into a room full of high-ranking Starfleet officers from all five ships. Ta'Sem was left outside with Sub-Cmdr. Matech.

"Sub-Lieutenant, get our things. I will get Slavak's luggage," ordered Matech.

"Yes, sir."

"This way, Sub-Commander," said the Andorian Thrim. He gave a nod to Cmdr. Grant who came to Ta'Sem.

"This way, Sub-Lieutenant."

Ta'Sem walked beside the human security officer. "I thought you were the chief of security? Why do you take orders from the Andorian?"

"First of all, he is the second officer of the ship, thus outranks me," answered Grant. "Secondly, I am technically on medical leave. With all the bodily strain of the past few days, as well as the Borg technology inside of me, I haven't yet been cleared for duty."

"I understand," replied Ta'Sem. "There are some who wanted to quarantine me. Others wanted to drain my blood, so they could study the Borg nanoprobes." Ta'Sem looked curiously at Grant. "If you are on leave, why be my escort?"

"A courtesy. You provided invaluable help on the Orion, not the least of which was operating the helm during the relinking of the saucer and the stardrive. You have earned our thanks. Yet, you also told us your true affiliation."

"You don't trust me," said Ta'Sem in a statement, not a question.

"We want to show our appreciation without giving you free reign on this ship. Therefore, I requested to escort you. I think I can keep an eye on you without being overbearing."

"I feel appreciated," responded Ta'Sem. The two of them arrived at the quarters that Ta'Sem and Matech shared. Ta'Sem first grabbed Matech's things, then the things from her room. They both packed light, and everything fit on one small anti-grav cart.

As they were leaving, Ta'Sem asked, "Is the rest of our team on medical leave? I saw the Captain meeting Cmdr. Donatra."

"She is also on medical leave, but like me has been granted temporary permission to return to duty for Donatra's sake. Ens. Rikka, Ens. Hansen, and Chef are lying low."

"And Ens. Ta'Prim?"

"The Vulcan scientist from the Hercules?" asked Grant. "I don't know." Ta'Sem could tell that Grant's carefree answer was hiding something. As a member of the Tal Shiar, Ta'Sem really should dig deeper into the matter of the mysterious Vulcan woman, but frankly she didn't care.

"Commander, could we take the long way back to the transporter pad? Maybe by the kitchen?"

"Chef is not in the kitchen. He is in his quarters," Grant looked at Ta'Sem with a cunning eye. "I assume that is where you wish to go."

"Yes," said Ta'Sem, reminding herself not to underestimate this particular human. Grant led her to a civilian crew quarters. The door chimed and slid open for them.

"Chef, it's Frank. You have a visitor."

Richard Matthews walked up to the door. "Sub-Lieutenant, what a surprise! Please come in."

"Thank you, Richard. Unfortunately, I only have a little time. Commander, may we have a moment."

Grant cast a look in Richard's direction. Richard gave him a slight nod, and Grant returned it with a knowing expression. This only added to Ta'Sem's assessment that Lt. Cmdr. Grant was a very observant and cunning human being. Grant left the room.

"What brings you to my humble abode, Sub-Lieutenant?" said Richard.

"I wanted," Ta'Sem looked down. "I wanted to sample your cooking one more time."

Richard laughed. "They all want the cooking. Please sit down." Ta'Sem sat a small table, as Richard opened a small contraption and pulled out a circular pan. "Apple pie: A filling made from some Earth fruit in between two bread crusts. Freshly baked."

"Freshly replicated." Ta'Sem pointed to the box he pulled the pie from.

"That's not a replicator. It is an oven." Richard cut the pie in half, then he cut a slice and set it on a plate in front of Ta'Sem.

"You have an oven in your personal quarters?"

"When the Captain loves your cooking, you find that a lot more of your personal requests are accepted. Your timing is perfect. I didn't know when you were coming. I was afraid the pie wouldn't be done."

Ta'Sem looked up at Richard. "When? How did you know I was coming?"

"I didn't. But I had a hunch," said Richard. "Try it."

Ta'Sem used the fork that Richard handed her and took a bite of the pie. The warm, sweet filling filled Ta'Sem's mouth while the crust provided a sweetness of its own. "Wow, sweet."

"Really? I hardly added any sugar. I know Vulcans don't handle sucrose so well. I wasn't sure how it would affect a Romulan."

"The Vulcans are just afraid of losing their precious logic. I am not." Ta'Sem took another big bite and savored the flavor. Then followed an awkward silence. Ta'Sem finally spoke. "I want to thank you for saving my life. I was not a member of your crew or your Federation. You had no reason to risk yourself for my sake."

"Do I need a reason?" replied Richard. "You know that I value life. If I am in the position to save a life, I will do all that I can."

"So, I am just another one in a long list of lives you've saved?"

"You are not a statistic. I saved your life because it was worth saving, and I would do it again." Richard looked hard at Ta'Sem. "You gave me the transporter beacon. And the Captain tells me that you asked Donatra to transport me and Ens. Hansen off the cube. So, if I may ask, why did you save my life?"

Ta'Sem looked back at Richard. "I felt I owed you. A debt to be paid for rescuing me."

"So, I am just a number on a ledger for you?"

Ta'Sem yielded. "I didn't want to see you die. I guess I grew some slight affection for you." Ta'Sem set down her empty plate and stood up. "I have never met anyone like you. And I think the Federation…the galaxy would be a little less without you. You became more than just a name on an intelligence report. You became…important to me."

Ta'Sem pulled out an object from her bag. "I wanted to give this to you." She held out the same small figurine that she had given him before. "I removed the transporter beacon and all of its other electronics. I will not be offended if you have Grant scan it."

Richard stood up, and Ta'Sem placed the statue in his hand. "For good luck?"

"To remember me by," replied Ta'Sem. Then she stood on her tip toes and gave Richard a kiss on the lips. Richard returned the kiss for a moment until they came to a silent agreement to stop. "My superiors will be waiting for me," said Ta'Sem. She walked towards the door, but before she left, she turned and said, "If, on the rare chance, you find yourself on Romulus, look me up."

"On the rare chance, that I will do," replied Richard. "If you're in the Federation, you should do the same."

Ta'Sem gave him a mischievous smile. "Maybe, I will." With that Ta'Sem walked away. She found herself wishing for peace between Romulus and the Federation, if only so she could see Richard again.

"You, sir, are supposed to be resting," said Alivia to her husband as he returned to their quarters. "And here I find out you are back on security duty."

Frank loved his wife and her attitude. "It was just one duty. Now I can go back to resting," answered Frank. "How are things on the saucer?"

"Don't change the topic. What was so important that you defied the Admiral's orders?"

"First of all, I had the Admiral's permission." Grant looked around for a place to sit, only to remember that he hadn't moved his favorite chair from his old quarters yet. He settled for a couch "Romulan Cmdr. Donatra came on board for one more visit before we leave for Federation space."

"And you wanted to be the chief of security when she arrived."

"No," replied Frank. "Thrim can handle that. I requested permission to escort a member of her crew."

"The sub-lieutenant?" asked Alivia. "Should I be worried that my husband has fallen for a mysterious woman? You do have an eye for the exotic, after all." Alivia pointed to her green skin.

"No, it is not me you have to worry about. But she merits an extra pair of eyes."

Alivia suddenly sat down next to Frank, put her arm around him, and rested her head on his chest. "Alivia, I'm okay," said Frank trying to reassure his wife.

"I know," replied Alivia. "But there was a time when I really thought you were gone, and that I would never be able to be in your arms again. Please allow me this weakness."

"Anytime." Frank put his arms around her. When she let go, Frank asked, "Is it okay to change the subject now?"

"Yes," said Alivia. "The saucer is a complete mess. There are Borg gismos everywhere. I have been told that without the cube, they shouldn't come back online, but I'm not sure. I am just happy that the stardrive, Engineering, and the warp core were spared. At least we can get to Federation space. There Ens. Hansen and a few other Borg experts can help us purge the Orion." Alivia then asked, "How is Ens. Hansen and the others? Are they on leave as well?"

"Yes, they are: Hansen, Chef, the Captain, and Samae."

"Samae?" asked Alivia. "Nolean's sister?"

"Yes," said Frank.

"Oh my gosh, I forgot about her. She must be going through a terrible time."

"I imagine so."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know," said Frank.

"You don't know?!" said Alivia. "I swear, Frank, sometimes you are the most sensitive man, other times you are clueless." Alivia sat up. "Computer, where is Ens. Rikka Samae."

"Ens. Rikka Samae is in the morgue."

"She shouldn't be there alone," said Frank coming to his feet.

"I'm coming with you," said Alivia.

The door slid open. Samae looked over to see Lt. Cmdrs. Grant and O'Hara enter the ship's morgue. They approached her together, and Cmdr. Grant asked, "Ensign, are you alright?"

"No, Commander, I am not," said Samae. She looked back down at the body before her. It was covered in Borg implants, but underneath it was Nolean, the big sister that Samae had lost. Samae felt as though a part of her would always remain empty. She felt Cmdr. Grant's reassuring arm around her shoulders and Cmdr. O'Hara's hand on top of hers. Samae remembered at that moment that these were Nolean's friends, and that she was not alone in her grief.

After a long silence Grant spoked again. "They say that she was killed by another Borg drone, that she was fighting. In her last moments she was trying to defend the ship. She was freed from the Collective. She was herself at the end."

Samae sniffed and wiped her ridged nose. "That is a comfort; a small one, but a still comfort."

"Do you wish to be alone, Ensign?" asked O'Hara. "We could leave."

"No, Commander. Your presence is comforting. It reminds me that Nolean had friends on this ship. Besides, the Bajoran religion believes the pah or the soul leaves the body at death. As Kai Meresa said, 'what remains after death is but a shell; a sign that the pah has begun its final journey to the Prophets.' Nolean is not here; she is with the Prophets."

"Then why are you here, Samae?" asked Grant.

"I need to see this. I need to accept this," said Samae.

"Will she be buried on Bajor?" asked O'Hara.

"Yes," answered Samae. "After we return to Federation space, I will try to arrange transport for me and her body to Bajor."

"Don't worry about the transportation arrangements. I will take care of it," said Grant.

"That is not necessary, Commander."

"You misunderstand us, Ensign," said Alivia. "Frank and I intend to travel to Bajor with you, to attend Nolean's funeral."

"I will talk to the Captain about borrowing a shuttle," added Grant. "Nolean was our friend, and we want to be there for her. Also, I do not believe that she would want you to be alone at this time."

Samae wiped her nose again and turned to Grant and O'Hara with a slight smile on her face. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Nolean would want a full traditional Bajoran funeral, and that is what I plan on giving her. Are you sure you wish to sit through the Bajoran death chant? It is a two hour long event."

"For Nolean, absolutely," said Grant.

"I appreciate your offer," said Samae. "But I plan on using my bereavement leave to be with family. I am sure you would wish to return to the Orion right after the funeral."

O'Hara waved off the Samae's objection. "Starfleet still owes us some time off since they interrupted our honeymoon. Nolean has told me much about Bajor's natural beauty."

"I hear the Masila province has some romantic locations," said Grant. "I think it will be a way for the two of us to be together and honor Nolean at the same time."

"I will take that over Risa any day," added O'Hara.

"So, Ensign," said Grant. "May we accompany you to Bajor?"

"Yes, Commanders, you may." Then Samae broke out in weeping. Before she could stop herself, she reached out and embraced the couple. Grant and O'Hara together held the weeping young Bajoran, and Samae had never felt such caring love from anyone outside her family. "Thank you so much. Thank you."

"I think she will be alright," said Alivia as they returned to their quarters. She and Frank had just escorted Samae out of the morgue and back to her quarters.

"Are you applying for ship's counselor?" asked Frank in jest as their door slid open.

"No, I stay with fixing the ship. I don't need to deal with…hello, what is this?" Alivia spotted a folded note on their coffee table.

"Was that here before?" asked Frank.

"No, it wasn't." Alivia could tell that the security officer in Frank was bothered by the fact that someone had entered their quarters. Alivia on the other hand was more inclined to assume no harm was intended. Alivia picked up the note and broke its adhesive seal. "It is a hand-written note." She opened it up and gasped.

"What? What is it?" asked Frank.

"You're not going to believe it."

"Alivia, don't kid with me," said Frank, positively antsy.

"It's a wedding invitation."

Lindsey looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a simple but elegantly laced white dress. The dress had two white shoulder straps, an ankle long skirt, complete with a small dragging train, and lace covering her shoulders and arms. Laying across the back of the couch was a thin veil of white lace. Lindsey was waiting for her maid of honor/attendant, Selina, to help her pin the veil into her not yet styled hair. Selina was currently nursing her new born child in Lindsey's bedroom.

Lindsey looked at herself again. She couldn't believe this was really happening. She was getting married! She had long desired it, but it had come so quickly. She knew that her parents would have a difficult time forgiving her for not waiting for them to be able to attend, but given the circumstances Lindsey knew it had to be now. If she and Henry waited their window of opportunity might close.

Lindsey was trying to adjust her hair on her own, when she heard the sound of a transporter beam right in her own sitting room. Lindsey whirled around to see a Vulcan woman standing just across the room from her. "Ta'Prim!" Lindsey reached to where her belt would have been, but of course she was not carrying a phaser clipped to her wedding dress. Her night stand was too far away, and Lindsey knew that she could not run fast enough to get the weapon concealed in its drawer before the Vulcan.

"Relax, Capt. Lander, I am not here to hurt you in any way," said Ta'Prim.

"So, what does Section 31 want from me this time?" demanded Lindsey, wondering whether she would want Selina to walk into this confrontation or not. It may be best if the new mother and her baby remained in the bedroom.

"I would not know. I am not here on behalf of Section 31," said Ta'Prim in a level voice. "I suppose congratulations are in order." Ta'Prim pointed at the wedding dress.

"Why are you here, Ta'Prim?" Lindsey had no desire to discuss her wedding with the Vulcan spy.

Ta'Prim lowered her head. Lindsey became alert. Ta'Prim had proved to be an emotionally unstable Vulcan. Lindsey had no idea what to expect. "I wanted you to know that I am taking your advice."

"What?"

"I said, I have decided to take your advice. I am returning to Vulcan. If there is a master on Vulcan willing to take me in as a student, then I sit at his or her feet and try to control my emotions and regain my logic."

"Are you taking all of my advice?" prodded Lindsey.

"I assume you are referring to when you told me to leave Section 31. Yes, I am leaving that organization, at least until I regain my logic. Then perhaps, I can reevaluate. But I do not know what my future will be. Perhaps I will remain on Vulcan."

"Why are you telling me this?" asked Lindsey

Ta'Prim again bowed her head as if in shame. "Because I have an overpowering emotion, and it demanded I come here." Ta'Prim looked up at Lindsey. "Gratitude, I am extremely grateful. I was your enemy, and you had compassion on me. You helped me to see logic again. I came here because I needed to thank you. It is illogical, but I needed to do it."

"You were not my enemy, Ta'Prim," said Lindsey. "You were lost. And what is lost may be found. I too was lost once. I was on a path to losing my Starfleet career. But Capt. Taylor took me under her wing and guided me. I wouldn't be the captain I am today without her." Lindsey stepped toward Ta'Prim and put her hand on the woman's shoulder. "In you I saw someone that could be found again. I only hope the masters back on Vulcan see that same logic."

"I hope so too," said Ta'Prim as she removed Lindsey's arm and stepped back. "We may never see each other again, Captain, so let me say:" Ta'Prim raised her left hand with a split between her middle and ring finger. "Thank you, Lindsey Lander. Congratulations on your wedding. May you and your spouse live long and prosper."

"Peace and long life to you, Ta'Prim," replied Lindsey mirroring the hand gesture. Ta'Prim tapped her combadge twice and transported out of the room.

"Who were you talking to?" asked Selina as she came out of the bedroom holding baby Thomas. Lindsey had just lowered her hand a moment earlier.

"No one, Selina, no one. Can you help me with my veil?"

Henry nervously fidgeted with the cuff of his formal whites. Next to him was Henry' best man Frank, who gave him a gentle elbow to the side. "Relax, Mr. Bridegroom. It will be wonderful." Henry allowed Frank's words to comfort him. The man had, after all, just had the same experience about a month ago.

Next to Frank was Johnathan Mikkelson, Henry's other groomsman. Across from him was Lindsey's second bridesmaid, Alivia O'Hara-Grant. Frank, Johnathan, and Alivia all wore their formal yellow and red uniforms. Between them was Adm. Janeway in her formal whites.

The conference room table had been removed and chairs were arranged to form a sort of aisle down the middle. In those chairs were many of the senior staff and close friends of Henry and Lindsey's. Chef was there, as was Luke Ryan and Ser'rek Thrim. Lt. T'Sel was there cradling the sleeping infant, Thomas Mikkelson, since his parents were both in the wedding. Capt. Erika Benteen had come from the Lakota as had Vlad. Ens. Annika Hansen sat towards the back as a guest of Janeway's. It was a small wedding, which went contrary to both Henry and Lindsey's wishes, but in the current situation it was quite nice. There would be a larger ship wide reception once they had returned to Federation space, and then another one on Earth for their families.

The doors opened, and Henry's heart stopped for a moment. In walked Lindsey in a beautiful, lacy white dress. Henry almost didn't even notice Selina following Lindsey, caring for her train. Lindsey's face was covered with a thin veil, but Henry could see her beautiful smile beneath it. Lindsey came next to Henry and extended her hand. Henry took her hand and led her before the Admiral.

"Friends, fellow members of Starfleet," began Adm. Janeway. "It is my pleasure and honor as captain and flagofficer to preside at this ceremony uniting Henry Samuel Hickensen and Lindsey Lorraine Lander together in matrimony."

Lindsey squeezed Henry's hand. The excitement flowed in his own blood. He knew that this day was two years in its coming, but it would inaugurate a whole new life henceforth. Even with all the uncertainty that would come, with Starfleet's reaction, consequences to both their careers, Henry was absolutely certain at this moment that he was doing the right thing.

Flagofficer's log; stardate 58118.3: The Orion's repairs have gone well. Most of the Borg technology has been removed, thanks to the efforts of Seven of Nine. Seven will remain on board the Orion for a while longer as chief engineer Lt. Cmdr. O'Hara and her husband have just returned from Bajor and will want to review her work.

I, on the other hand, am preparing to depart the Orion. The Orion and its crew have exceeded my expectations, and my time here has been enlightening. They are a tough crew, and a tightly knit family. Like Voyager they possess what they need to overcome any variety of obstacles. And I know I leave them in good hands.

I just have one more ceremony over which I am to preside before I leave this ship.

Conclude Flagofficer's log.

Lindsey stood, waiting in the living room of her parents' house. Finally, Henry came, wearing a formal yellow uniform. "We're going to be late," said Lindsey.

"This uniform is a bit tight," said Henry as he adjusted his waistline a bit. "I will have to have it adjusted."

"Yellow looks good on you," said Lindsey.

"Does it now?" asked Henry "Or are you just saying that because I am your husband?"

"I don't know. Would you say that I am beautiful just because I am you wife?"

Henry held Lindsey and said, "You are beautiful, and I am lucky to be your husband." He then bent down and kissed her on the lips. Lindsey allowed herself to fully enjoy the moment. No longer was there any sense of guilt, nor any fear of discovery. Henry was her husband, and she was his wife. For the past two weeks they had been on Earth spending time with their parents and enjoying their honeymoon. There was no longer anything holding them back in expressing their love.

Almost nothing holding them back. Lindsey broke off the kiss. "You know, we still cannot do this while on duty and in front of the crew."

"Why do you think I am doing it now?" answered Henry. "We are husband and wife now. Sure, we have to be discreet while acting publicly as officers, but we don't have to hide our relationship anymore. I can be discreet because I know that we are together, now and always."

Lindsey kissed him on the lips one more time. Then she straighten her own uniform and tapped her combadge. "Lander to Orion, two to beam up."

The transporter pulled her and Henry out of her parents' house and on to the transporter platform of the Orion. Behind the counsel was Alivia O'Hara-Grant, and in front of Lindsey was Ser'rek Thrim. The Andorian spoke, "Commander, Admiral Janeway is waiting for you in the Orion's Club."

"Take me there, Commander," said Lindsey as she looked at Ser'rek's new red uniform complete with three solid gold rank pips. She was glad to see his promotion had been approved. Ser'rek led Lindsey with a formal step out of the transporter room. Henry and Alivia followed behind. Crewmen and women standing at attention lined the hallway at regular intervals. As Lindsey walked passed them, they fell in line behind her.

The doors of the Orion's Club opened. The off-duty lounge hand been changed into a formal setting. Lindsey noticed that the statue of Orion had been repaired and the scorched deck plating near the entrance replaced. Ser'rek led Lindsey through a 'hallway' of officers at attention. At the end of the line was the Orion's senior staff. Ser'rek came to the end and presented Lindsey before a woman wearing an admiral's cut of a red formal uniform. Ser'rek announced, "Attention." Everyone pivoted and face forward. Ser'rek, Henry, and Alivia took their places at the front of the gathering.

"Commander Lindsey Lander," said Janeway. "Starfleet has recognized your exemplary job of commanding the Orion. Thus, Starfleet Command has seen fit to promote you to the full rank of Captain." Janeway reached forward and pinned the new rank pip next to Lindsey's other three, giving her a total of four gold pips, the rank of a captain. Two years of questions, worries, and fears fell off her shoulders. Lindsey finally had Starfleet's nod of approval.

Lindsey turned around and faced the applauding crew. She saw Henry in the front; Ser'rek, her new first officer; and the rest of her senior staff: Johnathan and Selina, Frank and Alivia, Luke Ryan, and T'Sel. Also present was Capt. Erika Benteen, Lindsey's supervisor for the past two years. With her was Vladimir Kustov, a friend and former crewmate. On a viewscreen was Capt. Picard, her previous supervisor, who was not able to be there in person but wanted to attend. Over his shoulder Lindsey could see Cmdr. Worf.

When Lindsey turned to her left, she saw a set of framed pictures: Cmdr. Gonzales, Lt. Cmdr. MacDonald, and Capt. Taylor; Lindsey's mentors from the original Orion. Also, there was Dr. Thomas Randle's picture. She wished that they had lived to see this day. She owed them everything. She silently thanked them for their support.

The applause dwindled, and Ser'rek announced again. "Attention to Orders."

Janeway picked up a data pad and read, "From Starfleet Command to Capt. Lindsey Lander, Stardate: 58118.3. As of this date you are requested and required to take command of the USS Orion NCC 26532-A. Signed Vice Admiral Kathryn Janeway." Janeway set down the data pad and spoke in a vague upward direction. "Computer, transfer all commander codes to Capt. Lindsey Lander, voice authorization: Janeway, sigma 2."

The computer beeped. "Transfer complete. The USS Orion now under the command of Capt. Lindsey Lander.

Janeway announced, "I hereby remove my flag from this ship, and yield command to its captain."

Lindsey stood before Janeway. "I relieve you, sir."

Janeway replied, "I stand relieved. Congratulations, Captain."

There was a second round of applause. Lindsey stood and took it in for a while before ordering the group to be at ease. Then she gave Adm. Janeway a hug. She could see Picard clapping on the viewscreen. Erika Benteen came and embraced her, as did Henry and several others.

Lindsey looked out at the gathering. This was her ship; and this was her crew, her family. It was her honor to serve the USS Orion.

Next read the sequel now available on FanFiction.

Star Trek: Orion IV

Stellar Sprint

With its high-profile missions completed, the Orion begins to settle into mediocrity. But when a weapons dealer tries to sell one of Shinzon's thalaron weapons to the highest bidder, three of the Orion's crew are called upon to don their undercover identities and command the Stellar Sprint in a chase that begins in the Romulan Star Empire and ends at Deep Space Nine.

Featuring several characters from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.

Or read the original story. Available on FanFiction.

Star Trek: Orion

The USS Orion, a little known starship with a little known crew, has for its many long years of service in Starfleet avoided major action. But now the Orion been assigned to patrol the Federation side of the Romulan Neutral Zone, and soon the Orion and its inexperienced crew will be drawn into a much larger conflict. Set after the events of Star Trek: Nemesis.

Also in the Orion Series. Available on FanFiction.

Star Trek: Orion II

Intrigue

Captain Lindsey Lander was just getting used to her new command, when a secret mission pulled her away from the Orion. But her new mission is not what it seems. Soon, Lindsey will find herself in a battle between a Romulan terrorist and the amoral shadow of the Federation: Section 31. The stakes? War with the Romulan Star Empire.

Featuring Jean-Luc Picard and Worf.

Most recent in the Orion Series. Available on FanFiction.

Star Trek: Orion V

Temporal Prime Directive

What if you could go back in time and change the most tragic event of your life? When the Orion-A encounters a strange temporal anomaly, Lindsey Lander finds herself, in her younger body, back on her old ship, the original Orion. Will she inform her doomed captain and crewmates of the Orion's coming disaster, or will she maintain the timeline?

Featuring original characters from my first story, as well as Dr. Beverly Crusher and Dr. Julian Bashir.

In development, the final installment.

Star Trek: Orion VI

Fleet Commander

In the wake of the destruction of Romulus, the Federation extends its aid to the devastated Romulan Empire. But when a Starfleet captain and his command crew is kidnapped by the Tal Shiar, Starfleet sends a small fleet into Romulan Space, commanded by Captain Lindsey Lander.

Featuring Captain Geordi La Forge and Captain Beverly Crusher.