A Lethal Weapon

Authors Note: So I had to re-submit this chapter after several errors we pointed out. Much love to PinkTribeChick. With the addition of this chapter I am eligible for Beta Reader! ^_^. So never fear pesky typos will disappear shortly. Well this story is getting a lot of action…but not to many reviews but never fear! I love this story way to much to stop now! I have a feeling this chapter may be popular for all of those who enjoy…well…why don't you just read and ENJOY and review!

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She slept soundly draped over Spock's lap, hands delicately tucked under her neck. Jim decided to ditch the bus, and drive the rest of the way. Spock suspected that this decision was made partially because the girl desperately needed rest, but mostly because Jim not only loved to drive, but had a thing for mustangs. She became restless around the fourth hour of their journey, and Spock made a mental note of each REM cycle as well as any changes in heart rate and breathing patterns.

"How you doing back there Spock?" Jim asked turning over his shoulder. He secretly hoped to find his first officer sleeping in some embarrassing position. To his great disappointment, Spock sat straight backed in his seat with one arm resting on the designated arm rest, and the other placed carefully and platonically on the sleeping girls back.

"My apologies Captain, but I do not believe I fully comprehend the question." Kirk laughed to himself and turned back to the road.

"Don't worry about it Spock…I shouldn't have asked. How's Sleeping Beauty doing? She resting easy?"

"On the contrary Captain, she appears to be dreaming."

Sienna stood over the jukebox thumbing through the pages of oldies, when the song titles began to look blurry. She blinked several times in an attempt to adjust her eyes, however her perception still seemed out of focus. It was very much like looking at the world through a plastic bag. She was standing back in the Pink Flamingo Bar, leaning with her hands on either side of the jukebox. The room was empty and the overhead lights had been turned off. The colored florescent lights of the jukebox served as the only source of light, their gentle glow illuminating her face and cascading across her body. She had selected the song "Cry Me A River" by Ella Fitzgerald, song number B7. Her right hand traced the keys until she had located it. As she looked up, she saw through the glass a reflection over her shoulder. Her entire body tensed as the intruder's hand reached forward, pressing the correct button. Sensuous jazz progressions and minor chords filled the room causing her to gasp lightly, as the same hands traced down her arms and encircled her wrists, pinning them both to her sides. These hands were rough to the touch but their ministrations were tentatively gentle, misleading, because they served as a very effective restraint. She turned and stared into the face of the all too attractive Vulcan she had met earlier in this very bar. His eyes scanned her entire body while his hands still held hers down tightly at her sides. To an outsider, his attention would seem to be fueled by desire, however Sienna could see his mind race as his eyes darted lightly over her skin. He was analyzing her. Lifting her arm up to eye level, he began his examination, starting at the fingertips and working his ways to her shoulder. From her shoulder to her collarbone, and down the length of her left arm. Sienna watched him closely as he continued, his deep chocolate eyes flicked upwards, locking with hers for a fleeting moment before they focused their full attention of her chest. He released her wrists and mechanically placed his hands on either side of her ribcage, tantalizingly close to, but just barely grazing both her breasts. She stopped breathing. Without lingering, his hands caressed down the hourglass shape and rounded her hips, repeating the motion as if to memorize every curve of her body. She began to feel dizzy and leaned against the jukebox behind her for support. Lustful sighs began to build deep within her chest, but she willed them silent as his touch danced upwards to her neck, brushing her hair aside as he went. They stood unbearably close together, his hips against hers as their chests collided softly with every breath. She felt her body respond to his actions and close proximity, as his fingers traced the contours of her face. Angling his head down, he bent down to examine her chin and jaw so closely, that she felt the tickling sensation of his uneven breath. Both hands moved to her ears, his lips finding their way across her jaw and down to the exposed flesh of her neck, where he proceeded to drag his lips across every sensitive spot she had. Light, peppered kisses danced to the hollow of her neck, and she tried to accommodate, angling her neck slightly to give him the best access. His lips followed his hands and continued to kiss, even nip tenderly at the sensitive skin just under her ears. She could not help but let the tiniest moan escape her lips as his formed a single word against her skin.

"E'tum." He whispered, his warm breath penetrating her ear. She felt herself begin lose touch with this reality and fall slowly into consciousness as her eyes flew open.

Spock had become worried when he observed her breathing patterns increase by 7.44%. He leaned his head over her body in order to look for some sort of external stimulus for this reaction when suddenly, her eyes shot open and her upper half lurched towards the ceiling. Before he could manage to move, her head collided with his with a loud crack.

"OUCH." Their hands both flew to the location of the contact and Sienna rubbed her head tenderly, already beginning to feel the lump forming under the skin. She fell back onto the seat in her original position and tried to identify her surroundings. She was in a car, lying in the back seat and resting on top of….She glanced up only to find two familiar chocolate brown eyes staring back at her. It was him, the man from the bar and the man from her dream. He was also the man who found her after the attack, a memory which she was hesitant to call upon.

"You are safe now. You were carried from the scene of the accident by Captain Kirk and myself to this vehicle, which is on it's way to Star Fleet Outpost 4396. You have been sleeping for approximately five hours, and we are expected to arrive within the next 45 minutes at the previously mentioned destination." Spock summarized in an attempt to calm and reassure her.

"God, I'm sorry, geez is your head O.K?" She asked as Spock attempted to wipe the semi-dazed look off of his face.

"That is not necessary, it is my actions that were at fault. I did not anticipate your sudden movement, my apologies…." He trailed off as he came to the conclusion that he did not know her name.

"Sienna, Sienna Dejah. And you are?"

"Star Fleet Commander Spock, First Officer of the U.S.S Enterprise." He stated formally and Sienna nodded in acknowledgement.

"Yeah and I'm the Captain!" Jim announced as he turned around and winked at her playfully. He was not one to enjoy being outshined.

"Mr. Spock then…well thank you for your kindness, both of you, however I distinctly recall specifically saying that I would not go with you, or for that matter, have anything to do with Star Fleet." Spock found it very curious that she could manage to maintain a conversation, and yet still lounge comfortably across his lap without an inhibition or second thought. He caught himself holding his breath again and forced himself to let it out and focus something other than her scent. She smelled of some unidentifiable baked good, and he felt himself beginning to become intoxicated by it.

"Affirmative, however, given that the only other alternative was less than desirable, we assumed that consent was implied." Sienna rolled her eyes.

"Of course you did…" Jim couldn't help but peak back in the mirror at the comical pair. Sienna stared up at Spock, trying not to think about the dream she had just experienced. But it had seemed so real. She gazed up at his lips, yes she could all but imagine those lips exploring her neck. No, no don't think about it. She thought as she fought to maintain her composure. He glanced down at her in response to her subtle movement and noticed that his had was still resting on the middle of her back. He removed it carefully and placed it over the seat above her head.

"You went through several variations in your REM cycles Miss. Dejah. You must have been dreaming."

"Please, call me Sienna." Jim laughed out loud at this suggestion.

"Don't hold your breath babe, he won't." She could have sworn that the young Vulcan let a smile cross his lips. She smiled and began to drift back to the solace of sleep. Yes, she had been dreaming, and it had seemed all too real.

E'tum= beautiful

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Yours,

M.M