Hello my fellow trekkies! Sorry about the wait (again), but school has not been kind to me lately. I (finally) completed my mid program review for my art history major, which was hellish by the way, and now that it's over, I can move on to bigger and better things! (like writing fanfiction!) Anyways, this chapter is a bit of a necessary filler, but I hope y'all enjoy it regardless. Also, I'm bringing back my other OC, Connor Bryant, in this chapter. We haven't heard from him in a while, so just a little review: He's Ana's first officer aboard her ship, the Trafalgar. Just wanted to give you guys a bit of a refresher in case you've forgotten about lil' old Commander Bryant ;)

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Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott, former Chief Engineer of the USS Enterprise, threw back another scotch and grimaced at the burning sensation. He eyed his right-hand-alien, Keenser, who was sitting across the table from him nursing his own libation with a glum expression on his scaly face.

"Why do you look so bloody forlorn? It was your idea to come to this noisy place." Scotty murmured as he picked up another drink. Keenser just stared at him across the table, his beady black eyes betraying nothing. "We could just as easily gotten pissed back at my flat, but no, you just had to bring me out to this god-awful place." Keenser kept staring silently at his surly Scottish friend. "Stop lookin' at me like that. I know you did it for my own good." Scotty admitted, albeit grudgingly, as he waved over a passing waitress and ordered another round of the club's finest single malt. Once the waitress left to get their drinks, Scotty opened his mouth to continue his rant when he spotted a familiar face entering the noisy club.

"Commander Bryant!" Scotty raised his drink in welcome as the young officer smiled wearily in recognition and made his way towards their table, removing his uniform cap as he went. "What, may I ask, is a distinguished officer such as yourself doing in a place like this?"

"I heard this place makes the strongest drinks this side of Market Street." Connor responded with a crooked smile.

"Well why don't you pull up a chair and find out." Scotty motioned to an empty chair at the table next to theirs. Connor pulled the chair over as Scotty waved the waitress over yet again. "What's your poison, laddie?"

"I'll have two of what you're having." He stated as he set his hat down on the table next to him and nodded at Keenser in greeting.

"Man after my own heart." Scotty took a large gulp of his scotch. "Now, why don't you tell us what's troubling you and subsequently driving you to drink." Connor sighed tiredly, not even trying to disguise that he was, in fact, deeply troubled.

"I appear to have lost my captain." He stated morosely as he stared into the amber depths of his recently received drink. Scotty shook his head in commiseration for a moment before his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"How did you manage to lose a Starfleet captain?" The engineer questioned. "And Captain Sullivan, at that."

"She's gone missing. She was ordered to Admiral Marcus' office not long after she arrived at Daystrum following Harrison's attack, and I haven't seen or heard from her since. She's not answering her comm and she hasn't reported to the Trafalgar in over twenty-four hours, which is odd in and of itself." The weary commander leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eye tiredly. "It's like she's dropped of the face of the planet." Scotty was silent for a moment before he pushed another drink towards Connor.

"And I thought I had problems." Scotty mumbled. Both men nursed their drink in silence for a moment before Connor spoke up.

"Speaking of captains, shouldn't you be halfway across the Beta quadrant right now?" Scotty scoffed.

"Too right you are, lad. Sadly, moral obligations kept us grounded." He stated with a nod towards Keenser.

"Bloody hell." Connor leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on the table. "What did Kirk do now?"

"It's more about that he didn't do." The engineer took a long drink. "I've been nothin' but loyal to that man, but that blue-eyed bastard flat out refused to even acknowledge my warnings. He brushed my knowledge and my advice about those bloody torpedoes aside as if I was some sort of greenhorn cadet still wet behind the ears…" He opened his mouth to continue, but Connor cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"Hold on a minute, Scotty. Slow down." He leaned closer and lowered his voice. "What torpedoes?"

"Some prototype long-range monstrosities that Admiral Marcus' requisitioned, which I would not have had a problem with if I had been allowed access to their content and payload, which I was not, by the way. I tried to talk Jim out of taking them aboard, but the stubborn ass wouldn't listen. So, I had no choice but to resign my duties." Keenser made a growl-like noise from across the table, causing Scotty to roll his eyes. "Sorry, we had no choice but to resign our duties."

"I'm so sorry, Scotty." Connor murmured sincerely.

"If you ask me, those torpedoes were just the straw that broke the starship's nacelle." Scotty leaned forward. "You know what really bothers me, though, is the modifications, the enhancements, right? And then like that, I'm off the ship! Just for trying to do what's right!" He tapped the table top to emphasize each word as his gaze drifted blearily towards Keenser. "And what did you do, anyway? You just stood their like an oyster, lookin' at me." Connor opened his mouth to say something when the sound of Scotty's communicator stopped him.

"What." Scotty growled as he flipped open the comm. Connor couldn't make out the voice on the other line because of the music blasting in the background, but he could tell by the chief engineer's souring expression that it wasn't just a friendly chat. "Oh, well now! If it isn't Captain James Tiberius Perfect Hair!" He put a hand over his comm and leaned towards Connor. "Did you head that? I called him perfect hair." Connor listened halfheartedly to the one-sided conversation and smiled tiredly when Scotty raised his voice to his former captain and slammed his communicator closed with a snap.

"I take it you don't accept his apology." Connor said, causing Scotty to scoff.

"Nerve of that guy. I am not doing that man any favors." He turned his head and locked eyes with Keenser. "No…" Keenser stared back at him in silence. "Och, alright then." The engineer shot to his feet, threw some money on the table for the drinks and made his way to the door, his alien assistant hot on his heels. About halfway to the door, he stopped and turned back towards the table as if he forgot something. "You could always tag along, Commander." Scotty offered. "Maybe we'll even find your captain along the way." Connor rose from his chair and made his way over to the slightly inebriated Scotsman.

"And where exactly would we be going?"

"I'm not quite sure yet." Scotty replied. "But I think it might have something to do with those blasted torpedoes, which Captain Bloody Kirk admitted I might have been right about." He turned and continued to the exit, Connor falling in step beside to him.

"Speaking of those torpedoes," Connor began, "how many did you say there were?"

"Seventy-two." The engineer responded. "Why?" The young commander shrugged his shoulders as his mouth turned up at the edges.

"No reason at all."

After her extremely disturbing one on one with Harrison, Ana returned to her temporary quarters where she attempted to get some much needed sleep. But, as she was attempting to calm her mind enough for slumber, her thoughts were suddenly filled with a pair of cerulean eyes and the melodic baritone belonging to the cause of her discomfort. Ana huffed angrily as she turned onto her side and attempted to clear her mind once more. She was finally able to drift off into a fitful sleep, but with sleep came dreams…

Ana suddenly found herself back on Kronos, the wind whipping her coat around her ankles and howling in her ears. She automatically went on high alert and listened for any signs of danger. Sensing no immediate threat, she moved quickly and quietly towards the cover of the surrounding derelict buildings. She pulled out her tricorder to scan the surrounding area for lifeforms, but before she could get a reading, she was tackled to the ground and pinned beneath a heavy body. Thinking it was a Klingon, Ana thrashed and kicked in an attempt to dislodge her attacker.

"If you continue to struggle, you will only succeed in injuring yourself." A deep voice stated inches from her ear. Ana froze and looked up at her attacker for the first time. Although he was wearing a hood that shrouded his face in shadow, she would know that voice anywhere.

"Harrison." She whispered. She felt as if this had happened before, like she was experiencing some sort of deranged deja vu. She was in deep shit. If given the choice between going toe to toe with either Harrison or a Klingon, she would choose the Klingon every time. With this thought, Ana began struggling in earnest.

"If you keep thrashing about like that, I may do something you will regret." He leaned down, nearly burying his head in the crook of her neck as he pressed his body closer to hers. "It has been a long time since I've had a woman." He murmured hotly into her ear. "Especially a woman I don't have to worry about breaking." His lips ghosted across her neck as he forced her legs apart and settled between them. Ana could immediately feel his growing arousal as he pressed his body closer to hers.

"Should I be flattered by your primitive reaction to me?" Ana muttered as she pushed against his shoulders, attempting to dislodge him from on top of her.

"You will be more than flattered once I am finished with you." He stated darkly.

"You're rather cocky, you know that." She paused to push against him once more. "No pun intended."

"And you, Captain, are rather insolent. Now, will you curb that tongue of yours, or shall I?" He questioned as he leaned forward to claim her lips, but stopped short when Ana turned her head away.

"I'd like to see you try." She seethed.

"It is unwise to challenge me." Harrison growled in response as he grabbed her chin and turned her head before bringing his lips down to meet hers. Ana's struggles intensified as Harrison forced her lips apart before laying siege to her mouth for what felt like hours until Ana grew limp and languid in his arms as her struggles turned into encouragement. She pried her hands from their death grip on his shoulders before reaching up and sinking them slowly into his jet black hair. Harrison responded in kind as one of his hands tangled itself in her hair while the other made a slow trek from her hip and up to her breast. Ana arched her back, pressing her body closer still to his.

"I thought a Romulan would have more fight in her than that." Harrison whispered before nipping at a sensitive patch of skin on her neck. "Are you always so easily defeated?"

"Only in my dreams." She responded, voice rough with desire.

"And what if none of this was a dream?" He questioned, his lips brushing hers with every word.

"Then this would have played out a lot differently." She stated hoarsely before trapping his lower lip between her teeth.

"How so?"

"One of us," she began before taking him by surprise and flipping him onto his back and pinning him down, "would be dead by now." She brought her lips to his ear. "Preferably you."

"You are violent in your passions, aren't you?" He moved to wrap his arms around her once more, but she grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head before he could do so.

"Wouldn't you like to know." She purred.

"Yes, actually." He growled and in a flash, Ana found herself on her back again, her own wrists pinned above her head and Harrison settled once more between her thighs. "I would…"

Ana woke with a start and sat bolt upright in her bed. Her bed on the Enterprise, not rolling around on the ground with a wanted fugitive down on Kronos. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she brought her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head on top of her knees as she attempted to digest what had just occurred in her dream. Harrison's presence alone was disturbing, to say the least, but the fact that she had enjoyed what had transpired both scared her and pissed her the hell off. Her thoughts were interrupted a moment later by the beeping of the comm unit in her room. She sighed before rising from her bed and making her way over to the desk and activating the comm.

"Sullivan." She stated.

"I want you in the med bay in five." Kirk's voice rang through the comm unit, his tone brisk. "I don't think our 'guest' has been completely honest with us." Ana groaned internally.

"Will do. On my way." Lovely. She had five minutes to get dressed, get to the medbay, and clear her roiling thoughts about a particular blue-eyed terrorist. Ana sunk into the chair next to the desk and put her head in her hands. "Fuck."

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