A/N: Here we go, enjoy! I'm sorry that I've not updated in a while, I've been away and where I was didn't have any internet. I'm back now, and almost finished story 4.

Jim followed her in silence until they reached medbay 4. The Mills twins were standing outside, and when they entered, he couldn't see any sign of Campbell, who he remembered had been sent there.

"What happened?" Winchester asked as she reached the bed where Sable was laying.

Sable looked to her a moment, taking in the vest, jeans and shotgun hanging from a sling. "I awoke here, the medical personnel telling me I was possessed by a ghost."

"Yeah. They tell you what happened?"

"That two of the crew are dead, I nearly attacked a third and …"

Winchester cut him off before he could guilt himself further. "You didn't do anything, IT did. Can you remember anything?"

He nodded, and one of his hands cradled his head. "Yes. I remember feeling hatred toward the females. The way they showed themselves to males." He paused a moment as his face turned a spactular shade of pink, before Chapel shoved a bucket under his mouth in time to catch him. Wiping his face with a cloth, he went on.

"I remember, *#!^*#." He cried out in his native language and ducked his face into his hands. "I killed them." The readings on the biobed above him started to wail.

Jim was about to console him when Winchester sat on the bed next to him and turned one of his hands over. Splaying his fingers out, she placed her five on five of his eight. His breathing slowed and he calmed down. The alarms quietened until nothing could be heard except for the heartbeat monitor.

The Lt looked pale and sick, but remained touching his hand. "What did you see?" her voice was strained, and she sounded like she herself would be sick.

"I saw, a street, lined in stone, lights in pretty glass boxes on poles, but not like on the ship, they flickered. I saw blood, surrounding a woman in a small dark street off the main street."

"I … " A flurry of his native language followed along with the wail of the biobed sensors again, prompting Winchester to nod to the Dr nearby. M'Combe came over and injected him with a sedative. As he fell asleep, his eyes widened in recognition, making him wonder. Winchester got off the bed, shaking her hand. Jim noticed that her whole body was shaking.

"You OK, Lt?" he asked, heading over to her.

"No. This spirit." She shuddered, rubbing her arms. "It's bad, we need to find the Ensign." She pulled out the phone and sent out a text to the others. "Sable saw the sprit's memories. It's not going to stop anytime soon. He saw where it liked to attack, and where it liked to leave its victims."

"You know where she is?" Jim asked as they headed toward a turbolift.

"No, but I have a better idea of where to look. I also have a better timeframe on its death." She said as she snagged a PADD from a passing crewmember. Accessing the data she had stored on the ship, she typed in a redefined search.

"How?"

"'Flickering lights in pretty glass boxes.'" She held up a vid of the boxes, a flame flickering inside, a row of them lining a stone lined street. "This type of gas lighting on streets was used until the early 20th century. Our ghost is almost four hundred years old. No wonder it's so powerful."

Jim took that in as they left the lift and walked toward engineering. He met up with Spock, Scott and several of the Hunters, Winchester explaining what Sable had been able to give her.

"His memories showed that she'll most likely be in an area of poor lighting and little foot traffic."

"There's no 'poor' lighting down here lass." Scotty said, annoyed at the suggestion. "I've got nothing on my scanners showing anything wrong with this sector."

"And I'll give you the same explanation as to why we have the ship drawn out, ghosts can play with electronics. Your PADDs may not show anything, but that's why I've had these guys patrolling the ship." She thumbed toward the Hunters. Jim recognised Dean and Singer, but the others were unknown. They looked very different outside of their Starfleet uniforms.

Singer stepped forward, "We checked with LtC Scott about some of the areas you asked about, and found a couple of spots with lights out. We haven't checked them out yet, we wanted some backup."

"What areas?" Scotty asked, Jim joined him in looking over the PADD information. Winchester pointed them out as they moved in the direction of them.

"Singer, take Harrison, Sanders and Scotty. Check out the port crawl spaces. Captain, you and Commander Spock are coming with me, Keenser and Devereaux." She dug into her bag, pulled out several metal bars and handed one to him and Spock. She and the other Hunters cocked their shotguns with loud sounds that were oddly comforting.

Jim followed the two Hunters, Spock beside him; as Keenser led them to the other area that had been found. Jim saw he and Winchester signing to one another and wondered what they were saying. Devereaux pulled Winchester up at one point and said they should split. She nodded and they separated as they reached the warp core, Devereaux with he and Spock, Winchester with Keenser.

"We're going to come from the other direction, Captain. Might find her sooner." He didn't sound optimistic.

"Your tone would suggest that you don't expect to find her at all." Spock said, catching the tone of hopelessness.

"With two dead, two others attacked? Winchester said that this thing is angry and hates women. Of course she's dead."

Devereaux sounded like he didn't have any hope for finding her at all, let alone alive. Jim knew that kind of thinking would bring the man down and he wondered how long he had been Hunting. He was the oldest he had seen, Winchester would be about ten years younger than him. He sounded washed out. Sharing a look with Spock, he knew that they would have to be on the lookout, as he didn't think that the Hunter would be able to react fast enough.

They had just taken a corner, when Uhuru and another woman turned a corner. Devereaux went still, then attacked them. Jim reached out to try and stop him, only to find himself shoved aside. He sat up and got to his feet just as the Hunter reached them. He pushed Uhuru aside and went for the other. A large knife appeared from nowhere and was headed straight for her throat.

Spock managed to get to him by that point, and had been able to grab his arms. Jim could see the strain on his face, before remembering that he could be picking up some very nasty thoughts. By now he had realised that the ghost was in the Hunter, and he looked for the iron that he had dropped from his hand when he had fallen. Finding it, he raced over to help, but didn't know how with the spirit in the Hunter. So he helped Spock to pull Devereaux away from the women. Once they were clear of them, he yelled at them to get away.

A hand shot past his head. It grabbed Devereaux's, and pulled it back from Spock and over his own shoulder. Another hand shoved salt into his mouth and a black-grey shadow was thrown from him, disappearing down the hallway, lights flickering after it.

"You guys alright?" Winchester asked she laid the older man on the ground, checking his pulse.

"I'm good." Jim said as he went over to Spock, who had stepped clear of Devereaux, looking shaken. "Don't think Spock's doing ok though. He held onto him." He nodded at the unconscious Hunter as he followed Spock as he walked away toward a wall.

She pulled out her phone and sent a text off to the others, while Jim commed Bones, asking for a medical team to be sent down. Winchester stood and headed to Spock, who had gone and sat against a nearby wall, Uhuru next to him, having simply hidden nearby instead of leaving. She was trying to get his attention, but he was simply staring into nothing. Sliding down to sit beside him, she took a moment before holding up her hand, fingers of her right hand splayed.

"Uhuru, may I?" She asked, reaching over to grasp his right arm. Jim watched as his communications officer nodded, hand resting on his leg, the other on his shoulder. Winchester spread Spock's fingers and touched the tips of his with hers. She gasped suddenly, closing her eyes a moment before opening them wide in shock, still gasping like she was choking. Jim was beside her in a moment, wondering if he should separate them.

"Don't!" A voice called out. "Separate them and she'll pass out. Let her pull back." Her brother suddenly arrived on the scene. Kneeling next to them, he took her other hand and joined fingers. "Sam, follow my voice. Follow it back to me." He looked to Uhuru then, nodding at her to do the same to Spock.

Jim kept clear as they spoke, turning from them when the medics arrived. He went to help them with Devereaux, only to find them cover the older Hunter with a sheet once they got him onto the floating biobed.

"He's dead?" He asked.

"From what we can tell, has been for at least a day." The lead nurse said, confusion in his voice as to how he had been walking around. Winchester appeared a few moments later, still pale, eyes slightly glazed over; but on her feet.

"I'm sorry." The medic said as he passed the siblings, pausing a moment.

Winchester had returned to herself by then, and Spock seemed more alert. She looked at the cart for barely a moment before motioning for it to be taken away, her face showing no sign of emotion, except for the slight clenching of her jaw.

Jim couldn't understand how she could be so cold. The man was older than her, so chances were, she had known him her whole life. She had mentioned that he had done the preservation spell on the journals, so he was obviously the best at it. They were a small group with in the ship, and losing one Hunter had to mean huge repercussions for the rest. "It's just murdered one of your own people, and it doesn't bother you?" he belated realised he had said something similar to Spock after the destruction of Vulcan to compromise him. He almost didn't notice the fact that the siblings were still touching fingers, if Winchester hadn't taken a step away from her brother. He felt Scotty's hand on his arm in warning.

She had stepped close to him, her eyes hard in anger, yet her voice remained steady. "It bothers me more than you could possible know. But there's nothing that can bring him back, This thing has just made a big mistake, attacking one of us. Now there is absolutely nothing that will stop us from destroying it." She walked away after that. "The others found the Ensign. And a message." She tossed back over she shoulder as she left, Keenser alongside her and her brother.

Jim noticed that she was still touching fingers with the younger man. Wondering at that, and at the sadness in her voice. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to answer the first, he knew the reason for the second; the Ensign was dead.

"Spock, are you ok?" His friend hadn't spoken a word since grabbing a hold of the Hunter. And if he was dead, that might explain why he was so out of it. He was feeling the emotions of the ghost alone.

"He's pretty shaken up, Kirk." Uhuru said. "I'm going to try and get him to his quarters."

Jim nodded and motioned for one of the medics that had stayed behind, to help her. Once they left the area, he followed the retreating footsteps of the siblings.

He arrived just as they were taking the body away. From the blood that was left on the floor, it had been a vicious attack. He watched as Winchester spoke to the other Hunters, no doubt telling them of what had happened to Devereaux. He saw shock, sorrow, anger and calmness in the faces of the others, which was more than what their leader was showing. They all turned as one to what had been written on the wall; and from the colour, it was in blood.

Did you miss me, Boss?

A/N: So, any guesses as to who they're after?