A/N: Hi again! I just wanted to say thanks for the amazingly positive responses for the first chapter of this fic! I was actually in awe by the amount of attention it got. Also, I wanted to apologize in advance for the short length of this chapter. I have finals this week and I've barely had enough time to update this fic along with my other one, but once I get out of school, I'll have more time to write (hopefully). Anyways, please enjoy the chapter!

P.S. I do not own Star Trek in any shape or form.

Ana came to slowly, her vision blurring and her head buzzing. She was in a sitting position, yet it felt as if she was strapped down for she could only move her arms. It took her a moment to remember what had happened and why she had such a pounding headache, then it all came rushing back to her. The explosion. She had gone to the archive and their had been some sort of explosion. She remembered being propelled backward by the blast and she remembered seeing a man. An extremely handsome man dressed all in black, with hair like a ravens wing and cerulean eyes that locked with hers and appeared to stare into her very soul. Then the man with the piercing blue gaze did something entirely unexpected: He smiled at her. Yet it wasn't a smile filled with good humor and mirth, but one that sparked cold fear deep within her. Before she could even react to the feelings the dark stranger evoked, he turned and disappeared into the surging crowd. That was as much as Ana remembered before blacking out. But now she was awake, yet she couldn't seem to keep her eyes open, and she had no idea where she was.

"Good, you're conscious." A deep voice stated directly beside her. Ana's eyes shot open and she looked to her left, yet she had a hard time believing what she saw. The dark stranger sat calmly beside her, controlling what appeared to be a small jump ship with ease. Jump ship? What the hell were they doing in a jump ship, she thought to herself. Better yet, what was she doing in a jump ship with him.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" She rasped, still too shocked to do anything but stare.

"Who I am is none of your concern-" his gaze darted briefly to the epaulettes signifying her rank on the shoulders of her singed uniform, "Captain? Impressive." As he spoke, she struggled against the safety straps criss-crossed on her chest, but she was still too weak to do any real damage. "It is no use." The stranger said, his gaze straight ahead as he controlled the ship. "The straps are locked in place until I release them, and they are humanly impossible to tear through." He turned his gaze on her then, his blue eyes boring into her. "Though you are not entirely human, are you?" Ana's eyes widened and her hands immediately flew to her head to make sure her ears were covered by her hair. He smiled slightly at her slip up and she lowered her hands to rest in her lap before sitting straighter and lifting her chin.

"What I am is none of your concern." She responded, watching from the corner of her eye as his slight smile disappeared. "Now, I don't know who you are or why you found if necessary to save me from the wreckage of the blast, but if you would kindly land and let me off this bloody ship I would be most thankful." She stated succinctly, her accent more pronounced than usual.

"Not just yet, Captain." He responded sharply. "You still have not answered my question." He turned the jump ship sharply, causing and unprepared Ana to slam painfully into the side. "Not just anyone could survive a blast like that at such close range. Now, I'm only going to ask once more," he paused for a moment before turning his head to look at her yet again. "What. Are. You." Something in the way he spoke, the way his deep, cultured voice washed over her caused Ana to experience a sense of instinctive fear that she hadn't felt since she was a child. But, she would not give the man beside her the satisfaction of thinking that he frightened her, so when she turned her head to look at him, her face was a mask of calm control and she stared him straight in the eye.

"I'm half-Romulan." She explained as she moved her hair aside so that he could see her pointed ears. He stared at her for a moment, and it wasn't until then that Ana realized that the ship was stationary. She was about to say something when all of the sudden she heard a deep, rumbling sound coming from the man beside her, and it took her a moment to realize that he was laughing. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"How marvelous." He remarked. "A member of one of the most feared species in the galaxy, enemies of the Federation, is an elite Starfleet captain." He chuckled again darkly. "Tell me, is Starfleet aware of your questionable heritage?"

"Starfleet is well aware, not that it's any of your business." She scowled at him, her head pounding from the untended wound on her temple.

"Fascinating." He remarked, more to himself than to her. "I wish I had more time to study you, Captain."

"Study me?" She stared at him in wide eyed confusion. "Who the hell do you thing you are?" She demanded.

"I am no one." He replied, as he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. "Only a ghost." Ana opened her mouth to argue, when she felt the small pinch of a hypospray on her neck before the world went dark yet again.

Ana was awakened by an incessant beeping. She groaned and sat up slowly only to realize that she was lying in her own bed in naught but her underwear. How that hell had she gotten here? One minute she was the unwilling passenger of some crazed dark haired stranger, and now she was in her bed back in her flat.

"Maybe it was a dream." She muttered to herself as she reached a hand up to smooth her tangled hair away from her face, but she winced when she hit the deep gash on the side of her head. She froze. It was no dream. The bombing, the jump ship, the man with the blue eyes and the voice like midnight. Her eyes darted around her room to see if he was there, but she was alone. Where had he gone? Her thoughts were interrupted by the beeping that had woken her and she turned to see her communicator flashing on her bedside table. She quickly scooped it up and flipped in open.

"Sullivan." She stated hoarsely.

"Christ, Ana." The familiar voice of her first officer and friend Commander Connor Bryant responded. "You sound like absolute shit."

"You have no idea." She muttered.

"Ana, something has happened." The voice grew serious, causing Ana to sit up straighter.

"What is it, Connor?" She questioned, concern in her voice.

"The Kelvin Memorial Archive was destroyed by a bomb a little over an hour ago." He said solemnly. "Did you not hear it? Your flat is just a few blocks away."

"I-" she began, intending to tell him the whole story, but she stopped herself, realizing that she would have a hard time explaining why she did not remain at the blast site, "I had a late night and I was catching up on my sleep."

"And you slept through an explosion?"

"I may have taken a couple sleeping pills." She added, waiting to see if Connor bought it.

"Well, regardless of whether you slept through it or not, we've been ordered to Starfleet Headquarters for an emergency command meeting ASAP." He reported. "I'm already in San Fran as you know, but I sent a shuttle to come and fetch you and it should be there within the next 20 minutes. I'll let Admiral Marcus know you'll be running a little late."

"Thanks, Connor" She couldn't help but crack a smile at her first officer's efficiency. "I'll see you soon."

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