She heard another figure's far away steps approach with swift steps. A rough hand pinched her cheek. Hestia practically jumped out of Scotty's arms, the stranger's nails catching on her cheek. She hit the ground hard. Looking up she saw the two other men looking at her with very differing expressions.

Scotty was visibly cringing, holding his arms close to his chest and looking down at her with an apologetic face. Dr Stranger was rubbing the bridge of his nose, scrunching his tired eyes shut. Hestia had no idea why she was supposed to trust such a scary old doctor.

"I don't actually know, now that you mention it" Scotty said, crouching down to her, "What is your name?"

"Me? Uh, it's… H-Hestia. Hestia Jones" she lied.

What kind of name was Hestia? She wasn't really comfortable with telling a bunch of strangers her actual name. It will most certainly create complications later down the line, but right now? Fuck these guys for stranding her on their spaceship.

"Well, Miss Jones, what on Earth are you doing on the USS Discovery? If you lie, you will be tried in a court of law for failing to comply to a Starfleet officer-"

"I brought her on board!" Scotty admitted. McCoy looked at him with a shocked expression, his face noticeably gaining wrinkles from the mere experience of dealing with the two. Eventually he just got sick of looking at the two. He pinched his brow and took a deep breath.

"Come on girl, mind sitting on the bed?" he said. She and Scotty shared a look.

"I can't feel my legs. I'm not even sure I can move them…" she whispered out. McCoy made her feel incredibly anxious, but it was probably just because Scotty was anxious too. The line of McCoy's mouth thinned, in either annoyance or nervousness. As he sat crouched down to try and pick her up, he gestured for Scotty to help.

"You want to tell me why you're bringing girls back on the ship when we're only a week away from shore leave?" McCoy snarked. Shocked, Scotty dropped her harshly on the bed. The doctor let out a grunt.

"I refuse to be this horribly accented Irish man's child bride" she quipped in her tired daze. Both of the men shivered at the disgusting idea of child brides. Hestia was torn between shame at her joke and joy at being able to disturb these strange douchebags.

"So Scotty… What the ever-loving hell is going on?" McCoy demanded.

"I didn't bring her on board on purpose! I was trying to fix the transporter. It short circuited and collapsed in on itself, and next thing I know I have this lady on my ship" he tried to explain.

Honestly, Scotty wasn't sure what happened himself. He felt incredibly guilty about however. Not only will he probably lose his job, he stranded this poor girl in space and without working legs.

"Why did you bring her here instead of to Kirk?" McCoy questioned as he began looking through cupboards.

"There's something wrong with her head" Scotty said. Ignoring Hestia's indignant look, he focused on how McCoy stilled for a second. He watched as Leonard McCoy started to turn around slowly.

"No I don't mean threatening, or at least I think, she seems pretty harmless. What I mean is, I think she caught amnesia-"

"Are you fucking serious?" McCoy said. He emerged out from the cupboards and began scanning the young woman. She flinched, waiting for herself to be slowly vaporized, only to feel her skin tingling slightly. The good Southern doctor examined his scanner as it let out numerous angry beeps. McCoy let out an exhausted sigh.