From the moment she stepped back into the medical bay, she could tell whoever was in charge had returned. There was an air of activity, nurses now moving faster on the patients they had been spending more time with before. The Lieutenant stopped beside her in the door way, the pair of them watching the hive mind that was a tight nit medical team.

"Are all the Lieutenants as chatty as you? I'm beginning to think the Enterprise has a discipline problem." Eve gave her mute attendee a somber stare. "I should speak with your captain about it."

"Ma'am."

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "And now sass. There goes your career as a prison guard."

"You're not -"

"Needing a babysitter at my age? How very masterfully deduced. Your free to go, Jameson, for now."

She waved her hand, deliberately not looking at him. Aggravating the poor man almost made her feel better, if only for the noises he made trudging out the door. She returned her attention to the room, focusing on a man who hadn't been there before handing off a vial of red viscous material to a nurse.

"I want you to start preliminary testing on this, tell me if you find anything out of the ordinary." He ordered the Andorian woman.

"Yes Sir."

The man noticed Eve standing by the door and halted mid stride, openly frowning at her. She found herself doing the same in return.

"Well, did you need something?" he said after a full minute.

That was when she remembered she was in uniform. She cleared her throat, bridging the gap as she went over and offered her hand. "Doctor Evelette Swan. It's been a while since I served on a Starfleet vessel, but I'd rather not be a waste of oxygen so I guess I'm hoping you're in need of an extra pair of hands."

He took her hand, examining her closely. "Lenard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer aboard this death trap. You're the one we rescued from Qo'noS."

"That's right. I'm also one of Earth's foremost authorities on neurology, have served as Chief Medical Officer on a federation ship, and not entirely unbearable company. I'm handy to have around… Sir."

"Well, when you sell it like that. Hopefully we aren't going to be needing more medical staff, but I suppose you can help the nurses with those burns. We had some issues down in engineering, couple guys got sautéed." McCoy pointed to the row of men and women she'd noticed earlier. "One on the end needs his checkup, how's your bedside manner?"

"Shiny." She perked up instantly, probably the wrong reaction to being invited to treat burn victims.

McCoy waved his hand. "Have at it then, data pad is on the end of the bed."

She almost squeaked with excitement, going to the data pad like a child to Christmas presents. She had to remind herself to sober up as she brought up the man's medical history, examining the latest addition explaining his successful skin graft. He'd been suffering unbelievable burns on his forearms, but the pain medication meant he wouldn't feel it if he stuck his leg in a engine at this point. He murmured incoherently as she checked to make sure all his IV line was good and all his monitors were showing healthy signs considering his state.

"Barbara." He grunted, twisting his neck and moaning, grabbing her wrist. She paused, waiting patiently for him to ease back into sedation.

"It's alright." She promised, setting aside the pad. She kept her voice soothing, sliding her fingers between his and her arm. "I'm right here, Daniel."

"Barbara." He said again, but his let go and she managed to put his white bandaged arm back down on the bed lightly. She checked his arms under the bandages quickly to insure all was in order, then put on clean dressings.

She was just finishing up when she heard her name. She glanced up from entering the latest report and found McCoy and Kirk speaking, both of them looking directly at her. She had a sudden feeling of dread as Kirk began making his way over to her. She almost dropped the data pad on the ground placing it back in its holster.

"Doctor Swan." Kirk greeted her, but she could see he wasn't there for her sake.

Eve straightened uncertainly. "You can call me Eve, Captain, I think I owe you enough for that."

"Eve, I need to talk to you." Kirk conceded.

"Yes, you do, you haven't sat down since we got here have you?" She shook her head, grabbing his arm and guiding him over to one of the free beds. She pushed him lightly, pointing at it firmly. "Sit, I watched you get your stuffing booted out by Klingons."

"I'm fine."

"Your hand is bleeding."

He lifted it to look, frowning at his knuckles which has split open against the Klingon helm. He sighed, sitting and watching her rifle through the bedside cabinet until she found a small basic kit. She set it down beside him, plucking up the disinfectant and taking his hand up to begin cleaning out the gashes. "So, what did you actually need?"

"Twenty three, seventeen, forty six, eleven."

Eve frowned, glancing up at him. "Excuse me?"

"Harrison says whatever he did all this for, I can find at those coordinates." Kirk was watching her much to closely. She couldn't breathe – for a minute she could hardly think. The exact location of the base – four digits, and she knew how to find the virus all on her own. "Eve, what is he talking about?"

She shook her head, not meeting his gaze. "You have no idea who he is, do you?"

"He's a Starfleet agent, that's all I know."

She could taste bile on the back of her tongue. "Agent." Her voice could crack stone with it's chill. "Marcus has a different memory of events than I do."

"Admiral Marcus?" Kirk frowned. "Alexander Marcus? I've read your file, he was your captain when you served in Starfleet – did you and Harrison serve together?"

"Sort of." Placing the cloth aside she grabbed a small bundle of white bandaging. "We worked to very different goals… and I wasn't a member of Starfleet when we met."

"What were you working on?"

"Captain." She stopped her bandaging. "If you're wondering why Harrison took me it's because I'm a neurologist. He had a chip in his brain, very old world science fiction, and I had to break it for him. But you're just curious about that, not enough to warrant a house call, so what exactly did he say that's got you so spooked your looking to Miss Damaged Goods for advice?"

"He said I should open one of the torpedoes Marcus gave me."

He's starting it.

"Eve, you alright?"

"Captain -"

"Jim."

"Jim." She finished his wrapping quickly, straightening. "Open the torpedo."

"You know what I'll find?"

"Not for sure, and I don't like making guesses. But if John's end game was to kill you, he wouldn't have waited until he would be forced to share your fate to do it."

Kirk stood, his head leaning to one side. "You really think he's indestructible don't you? You don't think there's a way to beat him. I find that strange – you don't seem like the kind of woman who gets moved by anything."

"Let me tell you what I know about John Harrison. When he comes after you, you throw every photon in this ship in his face and you high tail it to the other end of the universe. You won't escape him, there is no escaping him." She swallowed. "But you might get a few more days before he kills you."

Kirk stood. "I've got to make a call. I'll send for you when we open it – we'll figure this out together alright?"

She nodded quickly, waiting till he walked away to grab the bed for support. He'd done his part… how could hers be coming so soon?