Kirk wandered around the halls of the Enterprise, not quite knowing what he was looking for. That is, until he found it – or rather, her.

"Wendy!" he called out when he caught sight of her. The science officer stopped and waited for him to catch up.

"Are you ok?" Wendy asked as he came to a stop.

"What? Oh . . . yeah. Yeah," Kirk waved her worry aside. "I thought . . . uh . . . I thought you'd like to know that Leo's ok. She's all . . . calmed down and, um . . . and everything."

Kirk mentally kicked himself. Why was he stumbling over his words so much? James T. Kirk simply did not stumble over his words when he was talking to women. He wasn't some rookie. And yet, somehow, he felt like one when he was around Wendy.

"What about you?" the science officer furrowed her brow. She had thought that the captain wanted to discuss the earlier incident. Or at least to complain about how much trouble the two Augments were. So why was he telling her about Leo? Was it because he thought that she was more concerned about the Augment than him? On one hand, she was touched that Jim would consider her feelings. On the other, she couldn't believe how dense the man was. Actually, she could. Jim Kirk wasn't always tuned in to the people around him.

"Oh, me? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," Jim put his hands on his hips in an attempt to look casual and manly. Wait, maybe it made him look stupid. Did he look stupid? He probably looked stupid.

Wendy was quite amused watching the legendary womanizer stumble over his words. It was kind of cute, actually.

"So," Jim was saying. "I was wondering if you'd like to date."

"What?" his question caught Wendy off guard.

"Dinner. I meant dinner. Would you like to get dinner together tonight? I mean, if you wanna date, that's ok, too."

Wendy crossed her arms, "That has to be the lamest way a guy has ever asked me out."

"Well, I was really only asking you to dinner, so there," Jim countered.

"That counts as a date," Wendy said.

"Well I didn't mean it as one."

Before Wendy could continue their childish argument, she was interrupted by Bones.

"Jim means yes, he's asking you on a date," the chief medical officer explained before turning to the captain. "And Wendy means she'd love to. Now go on your damn date."

The two stared at him as he walked away muttering, "Do I have to do everything around here?" Before turning around and adding, "He'll pick you up at eight."

Khan sat on the bench of the, admittedly, rather spacious cell. He wouldn't let Leo crawl back in his lap, but there was nothing he could do to keep her head off of it. She could be such a child sometimes, but that was one of the things he found strangely endearing about her. Sometimes. The four months of confinement had quickly whittled "child-like" to "childish."

"You need to get out of this cell more," he observed as he watched Leo constantly bounce a blue rubber ball off of the ceiling and catch it again.

"Tell that to the captain," she grumbled.

"Why didn't you?"

"I tried at first, but I kinda lost that privilege when I threw a metal tray at the glass."

"Why did you do something like that?" he asked, exasperated. Leo shrugged and Khan rolled his eyes.

"I don't really remember," was her answer. "One of the guards probably said something."

"Your temper has always gotten you in trouble," he replied, brushing a few strands of hair off of her face. Leo stopped tossing the ball and closed her eyes, savoring his touch. She reached up to take his hand, and laced their fingers together.

"I missed you so much," she whispered so quietly that only Khan's enhanced hearing could pick it up.

"I missed you as well," he replied in the same tone, his thumb tracing slow circles on the back of her hand. "I spent over a year working for Section Thirty-One. All that time, you were so close. And yet out of reach. I don't think we've been apart that long since we started living together."

Leo nodded and laughed, "We sound like a couple of teenagers; spending all of our time together."

"I had to keep you with me during the war. Otherwise the enemy could've intercepted messages and important strategies. Besides, it was the best way to make sure you stayed safe."

"Oh please. You just used that as an excuse to keep me by your side."

"Can you blame me?"

"Mmm. . . . You certainly made it worth my time," she teased.

The doors hissed open and Khan snapped his head up to see Dr. McCoy entering the brig. He gave Leo's shoulder a gentle pat and she sat up.

"Alright Leo," the doctor said as he walked up to the glass and opened the tiny portal that stayed on the far side of the cell door.

"Why?" Khan asked suspiciously before Leo even got up from the bench.

"Easy there, buddy," McCoy replied. "I'm just trying to see if there's a way we can fix Leo's baby problem."

Wendy fixed her hair for what seemed like the hundredth time. Which it probably was; or at least pretty close. She couldn't believe the Bones had talked her into this 'date.' They would probably just be going to the cafeteria along with a bunch of other people; from ensigns to officers. No one would care what she looked like, except for herself and maybe Jim. Some people even ate in their pajamas at breakfast. Eating at the cafeteria was sometimes like walking into Walmart. But it was still nerve-wracking.

She blamed it on Bones. He was the one who kept referring to it as a date. Wendy straightened her uniform dress one more time and glanced at the clock. There were five more minutes to calm her nerves. There was a knock on her door as soon as the thought crossed her mind. She said a quick prayer that it was some Red Shirt with a message. No such luck.

"Jim. You're early," she said when she had opened the door.

"Well Bones kept griping at me to not be late, so. . . ." he finished the sentence with a shrug.

"So . . . um . . . shall we go?" Wendy asked, looking down at her feet.

"Sure," Jim replied, holding his arm out for her. Wendy took it and, just like that, they were off on their first date.

"Thanks for coming to the rally," Leo said as they neared her apartment building.

Khan shrugged, "I was interested in seeing how you lived so . . . peacefully."

"And by 'peacefully' you mean 'boringly,' right?"

"You're stirring the waters," he replied, changing the subject. "Be careful."

Leo let out a short chuckle, "You too, Rambo."

"Would you please stop calling me that?"

"Why? It suits you perfectly."

They had arrived at Leo's apartment door by this time, so the smaller Augment stopped and turned to face him. Khan's face was stoic and unreadable as always.

"But seriously," she said. "Thanks for coming, Khan."

She stood on tip toe and pecked his cheek, leaving a lipstick stain in the process.

"Oh, sorry," Leo chuckled.

She reached up to wipe the lipstick off of his cheek, but Khan caught her wrist. Leo was caught off guard, unable to hide the look of confusion on her face. He stared at her for a long moment. Then, in one swift motion, his free hand came up to cradle the back of her head as his lips came down to meet hers.

"Um . . . ok . . . wow," Leo breathed when they finally pulled apart.

Khan smirked wickedly, "What's this? Have I finally caught you at a loss for words?"

"Shut up."

He chuckled and kissed her again.

Oh my gosh I'm alive. Things got ridiculously busy this summer and I haven't really had any time to write. Thanks for sticking with the story, everyone. I promise I'll finish it.

As always, this story is co-written with TheWooze19. And please don't forget to review!