AN: I'm new at this fanfiction site, so bear with me. Another side point, I only know about Star Trek through the latest movie, so for all those die hard fans, please forgive me if i make any mistake regarding the technology and such. I also apologize for such a short chapter, and such a long gap between uploads. I lost part of my work, and have only now reconstructed it... I still feel it is a little pushed... (also, this is unedited by another person, so if you note mistakes, feel free to message me, and i'll correct them)

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from the movie/tv series. Only Melissa :)

And now:

The back door swung open, and an already unconscious Vulcan was deposited in the back seat. Noise and excitement milled around her, the lead on the sting ripped his mask off and yelled into his comm. "We've got the goods, repeat, we've got the goods."

Lissa felt confusion caused by the adrenaline rush mixed with the elation of pulling it off, and the guilt tugging at the back of her mind. She fingered the decal on the young captain's sleeve, then looked up at the crew surrounding her. They were all here with the same cause, the same reason she was. Star Fleet or the Federation would just have to learn that they aren't the answer to all being's problems.

Lissa sat back in her seat, and watched the buildings flash by as they pulled into the familiar alleyway all too quickly. She hopped out first, and stepped out of the way of the men dragging in the captives. She pulled her hair back into a clip, as Mitch came striding out to meet her.

"It went well." He said, more statement than anything, his hand came out and grabbed her arm. Lissa flinched inwardly, knowing it was nerves reacting more than anything else, his motion was not aggressive by any means. He leaned in toward her ear. "meet me in 20 minutes?"

She nodded, and he walked away, leaving her to enter HQ on her own. She made her way down the hallway to where the noise was coming from. Entering the large room, she came into an animated crowd, the atmosphere filled with delight and excitement. Numerous people came up to her, congratulating her on a job well done. Apparently, Mitch had found a way to broadcast it for everyone not involved to see it go down.

Nate rushed up to her.

"Wow! You didn't tell me you could act!" He said, half disappointed.

"I didn't think I did." She said, hesitantly, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mitch and two others slip out of the room.

"Well, you can. Oh! There's..." His voice trailed off as he walked away, looking at a pretty girl. Lissa took this moment to slip into another door. Her nature being curious and all, she knew this room was the observation room. She entered it, and shut the door behind her, there was hardly any room to turn around. Between the display equipment and the chair, it was not a room for claustrophobics. She sat down, and pulled up the camera filming the room of the captain and first officer. What she saw surprised her.

A conscious Kirk was on his knees, hands tied behind his back, Mitch in his face. There was no audio, and Lissa would've killed to know what was being said, as Kirk smirked, Mitch slugged him right in the jaw. The outbreak of anger seemed unwarranted, but Lissa didn't know what had been said. Another smirk and another fist, this time to his gut. The younger man doubled over, in obvious pain, the Vulcan in the background resisting his bonds to come to the aid of his friend.

It was going to far, and even Mitch's men saw it. One of them got Mitch's attention and Mitch stepped out of the room.

Lissa exited the room, lost in thought. She didn't know what to do, but instinct pulled her to the captives, and she made her way to where they were being held.

The door slid open for her. Kirk, now back against the wall, looked up at her, ever as much as a flirt as when they first met. She didn't know how he could continue being so jovial when in so much trouble, much less being captian of a starship. She walked over to a water spicket, and soaked a disposable rag that was lying there. She knew that Mitch would not approve, but didn't think he should stay there with his lip split open and bleeding. Call her humane, she couldn't help it. She might be apart of a rebellion, but she still had compassion for those on the opposing side.

She walked over and kneeled in front of him.

"Well hello."

"Shush," she muttered as she dabbed at his bruised face, noticing the slight and hidden scars marring his face.

"Since when do captors clean up their kidnapees?" He winced as she pushed a little harder.

"Since they took me to dinner." She smirked.

"You truly enjoyed it, didn't you? That wasn't an act." His eyes looked up at her, closely examining her face. They were so intense, even through the fatigue, that she looked away as she stood.

"No, I lied about being a nurse. I'm actually in an acting academy. There, all cleaned up."

"Just in time for my big photo shoot and film moment." He said with a half smirk, though she could see the exhaustion setting in as his eyes looked sunken and mouth drooped. She sighed as she lief the room. Inside, her heart screamed that this was going wrong. She had to find Mitch.

Weaving her way through the crowds, she jumped back as an oblivious recruit threatened to step on her foot. Heart pumping quickly and hard, she took in a long breath. Her nerves so deeply suppressed from before, exploded inside of her. She tried to rein in her emotions, but it wasn't working. Mitch would just have to accept her as she was now. Laughing softly to herself, she relaxed slightly, realizing there was no reason to be so worked up. This was only an act to get Star Fleet's attention. Mitch would never let actual harm come to them, but the scene of vicious anger on Mitch's face flashed in her mind. She walked up to the door of his office, undecided and confused, but pulling from inside, the calm facade she needed.

She knocked with a purpose.

"Come in." His smooth voice called from inside the room, the door sliding open. It had changed she she had been here last. She didn't remember it being so dim. A soft score of a local orchestra played in the background. She walked past the bookshelves dividing the room. Set up in front of her was a table for two, candles and flowers and all. Mitch stood on the other side, grinning.

"Surprise."

Normally, his grin made her blush. She knew he had had some interest in her, but now with that grin, with the light flickering across his face reminded her of a diabolical maniac. Fear flared up, but she just simply swallowed and said, "Oh, wow. I had no idea." she smiled sweetly, letting it flow up into her eyes.

"Now I know you already ate dinner, so this is just dessert, a sort of congratulatory treat." He leaned forward and pulled her chair out. The song changed to a classic love ballad. Her nerves danced inside, and she sat to keep her knees from quaking, letting her back slouch slightly, giving the sign that she was relaxed. After a polite sip of wine, it became easier to act calm.

"So, I do have to ask, why was the whole dinner recorded and played for everyone?" she asked in a lull in conversing.

"I figured everyone would ask you and this kept stories accurate." He smiled again, and again she felt like the prey of a polarilla being stalked.

"That makes sense." A quick rapping on the door made her twist hard in the chair, looking at the door, the equivalent of making her jump.

"Come in." The tone was not as silky as it had been for her.

"Sir?" The voice called, Lionel. Mitch's right hand man.

"Over her." Mitch called, more command than informative. Lionel walked over with a slight pause in his step when he realized Mitch wasn't alone, and it was a woman sitting there. He leaned in and whispered something of import into Mitch's ear. Mitch responded to whatever tidbit it was with a widening of his eyes, a gleam of excitement flickering into them.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but I must handle this."

"Of course," she replied, feeling discarded and of no use. She rather disliked the feeling of subordination, and her rebellious side overruled her nerves, and that kept her listening through the door. Muffled voices became clear as she pressed her ear against it.

"Mitch, Star Flee contacted us. They gave us the spiel about not negotiating with terrorists."

"Pulling that gig?" She could almost hear Mitch stroke his chin.

"What are we going to do?" Lionel seemed to hang on his "master's" every word.

"It didn't matter how they reacted , we proceed just as I originally planned. Execute them on a live feed, directly connected to Star Fleet."

Melissa felt her world turn cold from the inside out. Blood rushed to her head, and dizziness swept over her. Their deaths, planned from the beginning, and she had helped in their mindless murder. She stumbled back, shock still rolling over her, mind numb.

Knowing she needed to regain at least a smidgen of control, she shook herself, and ran back to the captives room. Seeing the door was now locked, she quickly punched in the code and entered the room. The door slid shut behind her, and as she turned, her eyes glimpsed something rushing at her, then all went dark.