I woke in Jim's bed, alone. I sat up and stretched, then lay back down. It was still dark outside, so I knew we weren't late…yet. Standing, I walked back to my room and found my old Pixel. I grasped it, and held down the power button. The screen lit up, and my smiling face along with…his. I looked at the screen, my heart breaking slightly. Despite the fact that he is long dead, I still feel as though I am betraying him. I was there one moment, with him, my family, my school, and gone in an instant. Now, I've found something I lost, so why do I feel so… dirty? I loved last night, and I may love James, but… it's difficult and odd.

"Artemis?" Jim asked, walking in. I jumped ten feet, pulled from my thoughts. "Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah." I sighed, putting the phone away. "What time is it?"

"0400." He answered. "I was about to come and wake you."

"Have you sobered up?' I asked, turning away from him and grabbing my bag off the floor. I placed it on the bed and pulled out a pair of jeans, a shirt and my black leather jacket.

"I was buzzed, not drunk." He reiterated. "But the answer is yes. " I pulled my nightgown over my head and pulled on my jeans. "Hey," he said softly. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure." I answered, praying that he wasn't asking me to forget last night.

"Keep your top on when you're around me. You look way too good to resist." He smiled deviously and rushed off as I threw my nightgown at him.

Once I was dressed, I packed my bag and we climbed onto the bike. I had my small duffel bag strapped securely to my back and hugged the man sitting in front of me. "Ready to go?" He asked, turning his head slightly.

"As ready as I will ever be."

We climbed onto the Enterprise and went our separate ways. I walked towards my office, and he went to the bridge. Once I was in my office, I sat down and pulled my old phone out. It still had a full battery and I unlocked it quickly. Opening the gallery, I looked down at the photos and allowed my sorrow to show. A tear escaped my eyes as Jim's voice came over the speakers. He gave some speech about our mission, which was to try and find a suitable planet for the surviving Vulcans to inhabit. I pushed the message to the back of my mind and swiped through the photographs.

I threw the phone down as a photograph of my little sister and I came into view. She was seven the last time I saw her, and looked up to me for everything. I couldn't stand to look at her smiling face, knowing that she no longer existed. She was long past dead, and I was here, living it up. I grabbed a PADD (their version of a tablet) and logged onto my Starfleet account. I gave myself higher clearance and searched her name.

Beatrice Westfall. Her entire life popped onto my screen. Her birth certificate… diploma…college grades… marriage certificate… birth certificates for my nephew and niece, twins. I chuckled and read through her accomplishments. Valedictorian in both high school and college, she became a doctor and married at the age of 23, had the twins at 26 and finished medical school at 31. A photograph of her graduating with her husband, and children popped on screen and I began bawling. She bore a striking similarity to me, but she was much prettier. Her hair was perfect, her make-up was always impeccable.

Tears were cascading down my face, but I didn't care. Next, I typed in her daughter's name. Emilia Winters. Her entire life came onto my screen. Her short, terrible life. When she was 15, she was expelled from school for selling cocaine to the students. She was pregnant by 17, and gave birth to a crack-addicted baby who died when he was eight hours old. She jumped off a bridge after finding out she was pregnant again at the age of 19. A photograph of her bruised, broken dead body popped onto screen. I wiped the tears away from my face, and then typed in my nephew's name.

Elliot Winters. I smiled as I saw he passed at the ripe old age of 93. He married at 29, had five kids by 34, and became a mechanic. His wife was strawberry blonde, had tan skin and the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. He looked like my father; I frowned and typed my own name in. As a cadet, I had no access to any of this, so I was shocked to find that my story became a national one.

The lab had blown up, but Graham had survived. He had half of his face burned off, and was kicked out of school, and became the prime suspect in my investigation. When no one could find anything, my case went cold, however my father never stopped looking. Finally I typed in his name.

Tristan Swanson. He passed when he was 75, married at 25… I frowned; he only waited two years after I went missing. I squinted at the wedding photo, and then had to fight the urge to through the PADD across the room. It was his 'ex', Isabelle Thorne. Immediately I picked my Pixel up, unlocked it and changed my wallpaper. I turned it off before I deleted everything and threw it on the corner of the table.

A hand touched my shoulder and I jumped out of the seat. "Sorry," Jim said form behind me. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Why aren't you running the ship?" I asked, wiping my eyes quickly.

"It's 22:35." He said, turning my chair and looking confused. "I went looking for you."

I frowned. "Wow, the day flew by, I'm sorry." I was avoiding looking up at him, knowing that he would see my red puffy eyes.

He reached under my chin and lifted my face gently. "What has you so worked up?" He asked, looking concerned. I handed him the PADD, which had all of my searches on it still opened on it. "You finally found something." He breathed.

"My sister had twins." I sighed. "One committed suicide at the age of 19; the other lived a long and happy life. My ex got married to his ex; two years after I disappeared. Apparently they rekindled their relationship months after I went missing. My sister became a successful doctor and found a life-long love at the age of 23." I reached up and pulled her photograph to the front.

"She looks just like you." He noted, staring at the photograph.

"Life went on beautifully after me." I sighed. "I get plucked out of my time, and thrown into this one, disoriented, missing out on everything, however, there is no justice for me." I put my head on the desk and sighed. "You wanna know the worst part?" I asked, but continued, not waiting for an answer. "I feel bad for being upset."

He reached down and gently grabbed my arm, pulling me into a standing position and pulled me in for a hug. I cried silently, however I knew my heaving chest gave me away. "Come on," he murmured against my head. "Do you want to see the Captain's quarters?" Without waiting for a response, he led me away, through the eerily quiet Starship without another word.

"Jim?" I asked, as he got up. "Hey, what time is it?"

"No idea." He admitted. "But no alarm has gone off; I just need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh," I groaned. "Okay." I must have fallen back asleep because the nest thing I knew he was climbing back into bed. "So… are we like… a thing now?" I asked, sleep killing my filter.

I heard him chuckle warmly. "Well I'd hope so, because last night would be pretty awkward if we weren't."

I rolled over and looked at him, my vision blurry. "You were very accommodating when I first met you."

"I had to be nice." He frowned. "You thought I was going to chop you up into tiny pieces and eat you."

"I'm still not too sure about that." I joked. "You seem pretty crazy. You are 25, the captain of a starship, provoked a Vulcan, got the shit beaten out of you, dropped through the Vulcan atmosphere and destroyed a drill and witnessed the death of a planet. "

"Hey, you jumped too." He defended himself.

"Well, if your friend jumps off a shuttle into a life threatening situation, you have to go too." I chuckled. "My mom would be so proud."

"I'm sure she would be." He said sincerely. "Come on, get some rest. Tomorrow I may need your help on the bridge."

"You can't play favorites." I scolded. "I-"

"Are the best geological grapher on the ship." He said, his tone business-like. "I asked the head of your department and they told me that you should be the one to take. I haven't told anyone that you and I are a thing yet, so that had nothing to do with it." He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Come here. Relax…" He took a deep breath and was out like a light.

*2 Weeks Later*

"Why the hell do we always end up captured, chased or jumping off of cliffs with you?" I demanded as we swung upside down, our entire bodies tied and the blood rushing to my head.

"It appears as though we need to make more calculated decisions in the future. " Spock said, wigging slightly, trying to loosen his restraints.

"I said I was sorry." Jim snapped, swinging from side to side. "I don't know why the phasers didn't work."

"Perhaps it has something to do with their exoskeletons." Spock offered. "However, if you had taken my advice and proceeded with stealth instead of announcing our presence-"

"I know- I know!" Jim snapped again, still swinging.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "Seriously?"

"There is a sword," he grunted throwing his body weigh more. "And I may be able to cut myself down." He groaned as he swung even farther. Looking up, I noticed that he was getting closer to a what looked like a somewhat sharp cutlass. He swung harder once more and the rope holding him up hit the cutlass. He kept his momentum up and we saw the rope beginning to fray just as we heard a heavy door open.

One of the large aliens walked in and barked a command. A smaller alien walked over to me and began undoing my binds, then noticed Jim still swinging. The smaller one seemed to ask a question and they went and undid Jim's bindings. "Hey!" Jim yelled. "Get your hands… appendages off of me!" Once the bindings were off, they allowed him to fall to the ground, resulting in a loud thud. He jumped to his feet and swung at the alien took the punch without moving. "Ow," Jim said, shaking his hand. "What are you made of?"

Instead of responding, the small alien's middle arm lashed out and caught him square in the face, knocking him out cold.

"Should I be relieved?" I asked, looking at Spock who frowned disapprovingly. "Sorry, horrible sense of humor." The aliens drug Jim out of the room, leaving Spock and I alone. Looking up, I saw Uhura's unconscious body swinging to our left. "Any bright ideas, Spock?" I asked.

"I regret to inform you that I do not have any idea on how to get out of here." Spock replied.

"Great." I groaned. Looking up. I saw that my rope seemed older than the other's. "When I was a child, we had a tire swing in front of the house, my sister and I would spin, and one day the rope snapped, after being worn by us spinning for days. I looked at him. "If you could wriggle an arm out. You could spin me and the rope may break."

"A flawed plan." Spock observed, however began working on getting his hand out. "If the rope does break what will you do?'

"One thing at a time, Spock!" I chastised.

"You're beginning to sound like Kirk." Spock said, smirking. We still hadn't told anyone, but that didn't stop the rumors. As his hand found freedom, he began swinging just as Jim had. Within a few minutes he reached me and grasped the ropes containing me. He attempted to spin me, but failed. After about fifteen tries, I began spinning. It took quite a while, and amazing timing, to get me to spin far enough to do damage to the rope.

After about two hours of this, I felt quite queasy and had passed out twice, but the rope was about to break. "Stop." I told Spock. "I've got it now." Slowly, I stopped spinning and began throwing my weight to the floor. "Just…about…there." I pulled myself down once more and flew to the ground. I attempted to roll, but failed and landed on my head. I groaned as the rest of my body smashed into the stone ground. I wiggled over to the ominous pile of bones, and tried to find something sharp. In found nothing, and sat upright, feeling blood run down my face.

Looking around, I saw nothing that would help me. I leaned against the wall, then jumped back at the heat. "Spock!" I called. "This wall is hot, do you think I could possibly burn the ropes?"

"It is a possibility." He responded. "It is worth trying."

I leaned against the wall, ignoring the pain. I waited for about twenty minutes before the pain became unbearable. I pulled away, tears in my eyes and tested the restraints. They moved slightly, and I smiled, the pain being worth it. I leaned back once again, grimacing, but ready to be free. I pulled my arms apart and inhaled, slowly, but surely, the ropes broke away. I stood and rushed under Spock. "I am going to find something to get you two free," I told him. "Then we can go and get Jim." I

"Please, be quick. I am not certain what they drugged up with, however, Lt. Uhura doesn't seem to be reacting well."

I nodded and jogged over to the door. I pressed my body against the door and pushed with all my might. It budged slightly so I continued. After a minute of intense struggling, I had moved it enough that I could slip out, so I did. The heavy door closed behind me and I was engulfed in almost complete darkness. Squinting, I saw that the path was slanted upward and frowned. We were far, far underground, which explained the heat of the walls. They must have some sort of cooling system in place.

I crouched and rushed up, once again happy that I had a pant uniform instead of the dress. I had no idea if the dust in here was toxic, or even how long we could survive in the atmosphere, so I needed to be quick and smart. I made it to a fork soon enough, and had to make a choice, left or right? I looked down at the ground and saw some lines in the floor indicating that someone was drug to the right. I followed the marks, and quickly found an open room, where a bloody Jim lay with the larger alien above him. I had a choice, either lead them away from Jim, or get Spock and Uhura first.

Jim wasn't in any condition to fight, and I needed back up. I made the hard decision, and crawled past the room. Just as I slid by, I heard something coming. Silently cursing, I found myself darting back to the room that Jim was in and rushing inside. I heard the creature turn, but ducked into a hole in the dirt wall before I was spotted. I waited for a few minutes, then poked my head out. Slowly, I crept out, and looked around. There was nothing in here, expect myself, the alien, and Jim. I silently went out and made my way back to Spock and Uhura. Just as I was about to open the door, I realized something. The hallway was lit by torches. I reached up and stood on my toes, pushing one of the torches up. It fell out of the holder and I jumped out of the way. Grabbing it of ther ground, I pushed the door open and rushed inside. "This was all I could find, Spock." I held the torch up and tried to light the rope on his mid-section. "I'm sorry."

He nodded and cried out when the flames licked his chest, but the rope caught and the flame spread upward, eating the rope away quickly. He fell to the ground and I jumped out of the way. Quickly he removed the burning rope and stood. "I will give you a boost. Please, light the rope teathering Uhura to the ceiling."

He reached down and I stepped onto his hand and he hoisted me high enough to burn the rope. She limply fell to the ground, still unconscious. "Here." I said, handing him the, torch. "I am going to cause a distraction and get Jim, you get Uhura out of here and get beamed out of here, I shouldn't be too far behind."

I rushed over to the door and made quick work of it while he attended to Uhura. I quickly retraced my steps and made it into the room. The alien was still there, looming over the unconscious captain. I went back out to the hallway and caused another torch to fall, this time catching it. With how high up these things were and how dim they were, they couldn't be fond of light. I crept back into the room and got right up behind the creature as it turned.

I shoved the torch in it's… face? At least where I think it's face is and it screeched, jumping back and knocking Jim off of their dirt table. Suddenly it jumped at me and shoved me aside. I shouted as I collided with the wall, but I ducked quickly as it's claw swung above my head and I slid under it. "Jim!" I yelled. "Anytime you want to wake up would be nice!" I got no response as I dove for the torch, waving it in the alien's face. It reared back once again and I kicked at it's legs. The alien didn't move, just screamed in my face.

I hit the ground as it tried to grab at my throat, ready to finish me off. I rolled to the right, and hit the wall. "Are you kidding me?" I groaned, standing and backing away. The alien followed me and I cam up with a plan. I ran from the room, and the creature gave chase. I rushed down the path and opened the heavy door I came out of. Just as the door open all the way, the creature appeared behind me. I held the door there, shaking all over with fear and exhaustion. Just as it reached the door, I ran into the room, causing the door to swing shut on the creature, which caught it, but struggled as the momentum made the door that much more of a shock. I ran and slid under the creature. I sprinted to Jim as the creature screamed, I'm assuming that it was calling for backup.

I reached down and tried to pick Jim up. "My god." I groaned, slinging him across my back. "What do you eat?" I stood, my legs shaking slightly. I walked out of the room and went as fast as I could, my knees buckling under the weight. "At least you're quiet for once." I grumble to myself as I rushed down a hallway, picking randomly, praying that all the tunnels lead up to the surface.

"What-" I heard Jim ask, "Where?"

"Shut up." I grumbled, throwing him to the ground.

"Ouch!" He shouted, frowning.

"'Can you walk?" I asked, keeping an eye out as I heard the aliens howl with rage.

"Uhh.. I think so." He said, getting to his feet.

"Good." I said, rushing ahead of him and making a right. "By the way," I called back. "How much do you weigh?"

"I refused to disclose that information!" He called back, amused.

"Seriously." I frowned. "You are heavier than you look."

"Hey!" He said. "It wasn't a cake walk getting you out of the car and into your bed a few weeks ago."

I stopped running and turned around to face him. "James T Kirk!" I scolded. "Never, ever insinuate that a woman is fat, especially your girlfriend."

He smiled deviously. "It's nice to hear you say that you're my girlfriend."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's get out of here first. " As if on cue, the alien roared and appeared behind us. "God dammit." I cursed and we took off running.