Distressed, Leo scanned her cell for any sign that the dream was real. If any part of what occurred in her head had actually happened. But she found none. The cell– the whole brig, actually– was dark and quiet. There was someone posted at the desk, reading, and she could hear guards pacing outside.

Everything had been a dream. Leo felt like her heart was being squeezed and being torn in two at the same time. She raised a hand to wipe away the tear that threatened to fall. He wasn't here. He wasn't coming for her. And he never would.

This was not the first time she had dreamt about him. She had been on the USS Enterprise for almost two weeks, and the dreams had been happening for about as long. The worst part was not knowing. Specifically not knowing when her cryo pod would be ready. As far as she knew, the people back on earth were still "assessing the damage," as Spock called it. Leo figured that the sooner the pod was fixed, the better. Once it was operational, she could go back to sleep and pretend this never happened. While it wasn't what she'd like to do, it was better than feeling this constant pain in her heart. And it was much better than dreaming about someone she'd lost night after night.

Leo was so lost in thought, she didn't hear the door hiss open. She did hear the clicking of boots on tile getting closer to her. She looked up to see Dr. Cole walking towards her, concern visible on her face. The doctor had come by every day since the start of their journey, just to check on her. Sometimes she would stay and talk, or ask questions, even though Leo was unwilling to talk about pretty much anything. Sometimes Captain Kirk or Spock would come with her. Spock was also concerned for Leo's health, especially since she became disinterested in food. Kirk just tagged along to flirt with Wendy.

"Leo," Wendy greeted as she approached the cell. "I just got word from my colleagues back on earth."

Leo nodded, indicating that the doctor should continue. Wendy took a deep breath. This wasn't particularly good news, and she wasn't sure how Leo was going to react.

"It looks like the repairs to your cryo pod are going to take three to four months. I'm sorry."

Leo just stared at her like she'd just grown a second head. This couldn't be possible. Four months? Society was supposed to be more technologically advanced than that. It took four months to build those things for heaven's sake. She slumped onto the bunk, putting her head in her hands. There was no way she could last those four months. She'd go crazy locked up in this cell.

"Leo? Are you alright?" Wendy stepped up to the glass, concerned.

"I'm fine," the woman ground out, not moving.

Wendy was about to say something else when Captain Kirk came through the door. He made a beeline for Wendy with a huge, goofy, grin plastered across his face.

"Dr. Cole! I knew I'd find you here."

Leo groaned and sunk her face further into her hand. She really didn't need this right now. Couldn't the captain go and be lover-boy somewhere else? Wendy noticed her reaction and turned to Kirk.

"This isn't a good time, captain," she emphasized his title with a bit of sass.

"Why not?" Kirk asked, missing the hint entirely.

"Because I'm working," Wendy replied. She was starting to get annoyed.

"Haven't you talked to her enough for today?" He gestured to the cell, but Wendy shook her head.

"I think it's about time for another check up. She hasn't been eating and I need to see how it's effecting her body."

"It's not," Leo snapped.

"It's just a precaution, Leo," Wendy said gently. The superwoman just huffed in annoyance.

"Alright," Kirk conceded. "But I was wondering if you'd like to join me dinner sometime?"

"Make sure you bring a condom," Leo muttered under her breath. Wendy and Kirk turned to stare at her, but she was busy examining her fingernails.

"Excuse me?!" Wendy exclaimed. Leo looked up at her, and even though she tried to look uninterested, there was concern hiding in her eyes.

"You aren't the first, Dr. Cole. And you certainly won't be the last."

"Shut. Up," Kirk growled, stepping closer to the glass.

"How many women have you slept with, Captain?" Leo drawled. "Can you even count them on two hands? Or do you need to start using your toes?"

"Hey! Show some respect for–"

"Well?" Wendy interrupted his outburst.

"Well what?"

"How many women, Captain?"

"Uh. . . ." Kirk looked up, thinking. Then he smirked, "42, 37, 56"

"What the hell kind of number is that?!" Wendy asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Kirk's smirk widened, "Those are your measurements, right?"

Both women's jaws dropped at the same time. They stared at the captain in disbelief, although Wendy's expression was growing angry.

"What?" Kirk asked, confused.

Wendy shook her head in disbelief and left, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"Oh, come on, Lieutenant," the captain called after her. "It was only a joke!"

"You have some serious issues. I hope you realize that," Leo said after a pause, "No wonder you can't keep a woman."

"Shut up. I don't need any advice from you."

Leo smirked, "Your reaction tells me that I'm right. And you know it."

Kirk glared at her before storming out after Dr. Cole. Leo's smirk grew. This was going to be easier than she thought.

Kirk jogged down the hall, trying to catch up with the furious doctor.

"Oh come on, Wendy–" he said.

"Dr. Cole," she interrupted curtly.

"You're right," He started over. "Dr. Cole, I was trying to–"

"Get in my pants?"

"I was going to say 'be friendly,' but that's–"

"Then stop trying to 'be friendly.' We're professionals."

Kirk reached out and grabbed her wrist. Not hard, but enough to get her to stop and turn to face him. He flinched a little when she turned and shot glare at him. Damn she was scary when she was mad.

"I know," he interrupted before Wendy could go off on him. "We are professionals. And we haven't know each other that long. I . . . I shouldn't have said what I did. I'm sorry."

Now this was a first. Captain James T. Kirk actually apologizing for a lewd comment. Come to think of it, he'd really never felt the need to apologize before. The other women either ignored it, flirted back, or smacked him and walk away. He could vaguely recall Spock or Bones making him apologize a few times, but he'd never been sincere. But this time . . . this time was different.

Kirk let go of Wendy's wrist. He didn't want his hand to linger and give her the wrong impression. He waited a long moment for her reaction. And when she spoke, she did something else unexpected.

"You have quite a reputation, Captain. Do you realize that?" she snapped curtly.

"I . . . um . . . yea. I do," he hung his head slightly.

"Well good, because I'm nothing like those other women. You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want to impress me."

That being said, she turned and left; leaving a very bewildered– and embarrassed– Kirk behind. As he stood there pouting, Kirk heard a low whistle to his left. Turning to look, he saw Dr. McCoy leaning in a door way. And from the expression on his face, the chief medical officer had heard everything.

"I have a new found respect for that woman," McCoy said in admiration.

"Shut up, Bones," Kirk grumped

"Oh come on, Jim. She got you good. You have to give her credit for that."

"Aren't you supposed to be my friend?"

"I am. That's why I'm telling you that she," McCoy pointed in the direction Wendy had gone, "Is one hell of a woman. Don't screw this one up, Jim."

"Thanks," Kirk grumbled, heading back to the bridge. Somehow, his friend's advice didn't make him feel any better.

Ugh. It's a miracle I could get this thing uploaded, since my computer has decided to act old and stupid.

Anyway, this story is co-written with TheWooze19 and she's awesome. I still haven't decided what movie/anime/TV show/book to use in my Christmas story. So if you have any suggestions or something you'd like to read, feel free to let me know.