Okay, so I apologize for my noncleverness in my A/Ns, but I just wanted to get it done with and put up, plus, I just didn't have anything to put here…now I do! :D

WARNING!: Probable long A/N! I do so apologize for it, but it has to be done.

Okay, so, I know in my RtWM story, I usually thanked whoever reviewed my last chapter. But there for a while, I didn't get any reviews, and then when I did, I just kept forgetting…my bad. But, as I have just woken up, and my brain is all refreshed, maybe I can think more clearly. :]

First off, I want to thank Superdani a., and I have this strange feeling that your name won't show up all the way, because I believe you reviewed on my RtWM story and it didn't show up. Thanks for staying with me through my long absence! :]

And thank you to mistressofdarkness666! You've been sticking to it since the beginning, and I do so greatly appreciate it! :]

patriotgirl101, thank you for your reviews as well! I love reading them! :]

justjustice, hahaa, thanks for your review, and I'm glad you like the story. And, yes, they are gonna be like that, cause my best friend/big brother is like that, and it gets pretty dang funny. :]

Well, there ya have it, folks. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed! It keeps me writing! :D

On with the story! I only own T'Pel..unfortunately.

"Jim!" McCoy ran after him through the halls of the Enterprise, Uhura and T'Pel right there with him.

"What's going on?" Uhura yelled.

"Jim, come back!" T'Pel reached for him as he darted into the bridge.

"Captain! Captain Pike, sir, we have to stop the ship!" Jim ran to the Captain.

"Kirk, how the hell did you get onboard the Enterprise?" Pike stood from his commanding chair.

"Jim, come back here!" T'Pel caught up to him with Bones and Uhura behind her, but it was too late. Spock stood and glanced at T'Pel, taking a double take. Her panicked look confused him with her Vulcan features. But he continued to Pike.

Chekov swerved in his seat and caught site of T'Pel. He couldn't tear his eyes away. It'd been only the second time he'd seen her, and she still looked even more beautiful in his eyes, even in her state of worry and panic. Her eyes flickered to him, and a small breath caught in her chest. The corner of her mouth twitched, like it was hard for her not to smile. Chekov's heart beat faster, like he was nervous, and it was a wonder T'Pel didn't hear it.

"Captain," said McCoy. "This man's under the influence of a severe reaction to a vaccine."

"Bones, please-" Kirk tried to get a word in, but McCoy ignored him.

"He's completely delusional, and I take full responsibility."
"Vulcan is not experiencing a natural disaster. It's being attacked by Romulans." Said Kirk.

"Romulans?" Pike looked frustrated. "Cadet Kirk, I think you've had enough attention for one day. McCoy take him back to medical. We'll have words later."

"Aye, Captain." Bones tried to grab Kirk's arm to take him back to Sickbay, but he pulled himself out of reach. T'Pel tried to put a hand on his shoulder, but he pushed her away in his dismay, knocking her back. Chekov stood and caught her. She looked up at him, and blood rushed to her cheeks with a nervous smile. He smiled back.

"Thanks." She mumbled.

"No problem." He steadied her on her feet and she smiled, flustered, before stepping back into the argument. When she wasn't looking, Chekov realized he was holding his breath and let it go. Sulu was half paying attention to the two and chuckled to himself.

"Look, sir," said Kirk. "That same anomaly that we saw today-"

"Sir," Spock stepped in. "Mr. Kirk is not cleared to be aboard this vessel, Captain."

"Look, I get it. You a great arguer-"

"By Regulations-"

"I'd love to do it again."

"-that makes him a stowaway. I can remove-"

"Stop it!" T'Pel screamed. Everyone was quiet, staring at her in awe.

"Cadet Petrova." Pike was surprised. She was never known for outbursts of any kind.

"I'm sorry, sir. But, please, can you just hear him out?"

The room was silent. Everyone turned to face Jim, and the captain sighed, turning to him as well.

"Sir," he said, more calmly. "that same anomaly, a lightning storm in space that we saw today, also occurred on the day of my birth, before a Romulan ship attacked the U.S.S. Kelvin." He turned to Captain Pike. "You know that, sir, I read your dissertation. That ship, which had formidable and advanced weaponry, was never seen or heard from again. The Kelvin attack took place on the edge of Klingon space and at 2300 hours last night, there was an attack. 47 Klingon war birds destroyed by Romulans, sir, and it was reported that the Romulans were in one ship, one massive ship."

"And you know of this Klingon attack how?" Pike prodded. Kirk looked to Uhura and T'Pel and Pike followed his gaze.

"Sir, Lieutenant Petrova and I intercepted and translated the message ourselves." She glanced at T'Pel.

Captain Pike turned to T'Pel. "Is this true, Lieutenant?"

She hesitated. "Kirk's report is accurate, sir."

"We're warping into a trap, sir." Said Kirk. "The Romulans are waiting for us, I promise you that."

Captain Pike looked to Spock for his opinion.

"The cadet's logic is sound." He said. "And Lieutenant Uhura and Lieutenant Petrova are equally unmatched in xenolinguistics. We would be wise to accept their conclusion."

"Scan Vulcan space." Pike ordered. "Check for any transmissions in Romulan."

"Sir, I'm not sure I can distinguish the Romulan language from Vulcan." Said the man at the station.

He turned to Uhura. "What about you? Do you speak Romulan, Cadet…?"

"Uhura." She replied. "All three dialects, sir."

"Uhura, relieve the lieutenant."

She hesitated. "Yes, sir."

"Hannity, hail the U.S.S. Truman."

"All the other ships are out of warp, sir," Hannity replied from her station. "And have arrived at Vulcan, but we seem to have lost all contact."

"Sir, I pick up no Romulan transmission," said Uhura. "Or transmission of any kind in the area."

"It's because they're being attacked." Kirk extorted.

Pike went and sat in his captain's chair. "Shields up. Red alert."

Alarms sounded and people all over the ship were rushing around. T'Pel looked around frantically. Kirk was nowhere to be found, Chekov was busy, and Bones was also out of her sight. She thought she could handle this, but at that point in time, she was really terrified. People were running around everywhere and running into her. She was in the way, and she couldn't get out.

"Come here, Kid. I got'cha." Someone jerked her out of the way, and she found herself on the floor in a male's arms. She looked up to find Bones looking around, the gears in his head turning. He looked down at her. She was shaking, and she could feel a panic attack coming on. She knew she needed something, and she grabbed McCoy's case, fumbling to get it open.

"Whoa, Kid. What's the matter?" he took the case from her.

"P-Panic attack." She said. "I can feel it coming."

"We need to get you out of here. Someplace quiet." He was about to stand up, but she stopped him.

"No, I can help here. Just give me a drop or two of synaptizine."

He looked at her shaking, and hesitated, but her breathing was becoming uneven.

"Bones." She reached for the case, but he pulled back and took out what she needed, shooting her arm with the hypo spray.

"Arrival at Vulcan in five seconds." Sulu yelled over the commotion. "Four…three…two…"

He dropped them out of warp, and the ship began to shake immensely. T'Pel grabbed hold of McCoy tighter, looking up at the viewing screen. Pieces and debris of Starships floated aimlessly through space. Her jaw dropped.

"Emergency evasive!" Captain Pike ordered.

"On it, sir!"

"Damage report!"

"T'Pel!" McCoy tried to hold on to her, keep her safe. Chekov turned around to see what was happening with her, but not for long as they were hit again. T'Pel's instinctive reactions kicked in and she jumped up, reaching for the captain's chair. But she hesitated, looking at Captain Pike. He knew she was checking the engineering room and let her go. She jumped for the communication controls.

"Engineering, this is Lieutenant Petrova! Olsen, what's going on down there?"

"Ma'am, this Lieutenant Rodgers, minor damages in the plasma exhaust and EPS, but nothing worth crying over!"

"Deflector shields are holding." Sulu said.

"All stations, report!" Pike took over the communication at his chair as T'Pel ran to the defense and weapons station to the left of the viewing screen, standing over the lieutenant working there, checking the performance of it. It seems they were going to need it.

"Full reverse." Pike continued. "Come about starboard 90 degrees. Drop us down underneath them, Sulu."

As soon as they were around the large ship, the Romulan vessel came into view. It was large, and deep black and green. Pointed limbs stuck out of the main body, resembling a porcupine of Earth. Those on the bridge were in shock and awe, unsure of what to do.

"Captain, they're locking torpedoes." Spock informed. T'Pel ran to Sulu's computer.

"Sulu, status report." Said Pike.

"Shields at 32%." He replied, working with T'Pel to make sure everything was in order.

"Their weapons are powerful, sir." T'Pel put in, passing the captain and walking over to Uhura's station. "We can take another hit like that."

"Get me Starfleet Command."

"Captain," said Spock. "The Romulan ship has lowered some kind of high-energy pulse device into the Vulcan atmosphere. Its signal appears to be blocking our communications and transporter abilities."

"All power to forward shields. Prepare to fire all weapons."

"Captain, were being hailed." T'Pel said from communications.

"Hello." It was a Romulan.

"I'm Captain Christopher Pike. To whom am I speaking?"

"Hi, Christopher. I'm Nero."

"You've declared war against the Federation. Withdraw, and I'll agree to arrange a conference with Romulan leadership at a neutral location."

"I do not speak for the Empire. We stand apart. As does your Vulcan crew member. Isn't that right, Spock?"

Spock stood from his station and everyone turned to watch him. He walked up next to the captain. "Pardon me, I do not believe that you and I are acquainted."

"No, we're not. Not yet." Spock, there's something I would like you to see. Captain Pike, Your transporter has been disabled. As you can see by the rest of your armada, you have no choice. You will man a shuttle and come aboard the Narada for negotiations. That is all."

The transmission disappeared from the screen and everyone sat silent. T'Pel came down the two steps and stood with her PADD clutched to her chest.

"He'll kill you." Said Kirk to Pike. "You know that."

"Your survival us unlikely." Spock put in.

"Captain," T'Pel stepped forward and tugged on Pike's sleeve. He looked down at her. "It's a mistake."

He gave her an I-know-but-I-have-to-do-this look and McCoy gently pulled her back by the arm. Pike looked around at his crew as they waited for an order.

"I need officers who've been trained in advanced hand to hand combat."

"I have training, sir." Sulu raised his hand.

"Come with me. Kirk, you, too. You're not supposed to be here anyway. Chekov you have the Conn."

"Aye, Captain." He answered.

"Petrova, take the helm."

"Aye, Captain." T'Pel acknowledged.

The party walked out and everyone went back to work. T'Pel sighed and sat at Sulu's station.

"Aye, aye aye." She and Chekov sighed at the same time. They looked at each other in surprise, but started laughing. They were quiet a moment, and T'Pel kept glancing at him nervously, biting the inside of her cheek.

"So," said Chekov finally. "I don't believe we were properly introduced." He turned his chair to face her with a smile. T'Pel bit her lip, turning to face him as well. He held out his hand.

"Chekov, Pavel Andreievich." He smiled.

She took his hand with a smile and shook it. "Petrova, T'Pel. You couldn't pronounce my middle name."

He chuckled. "Nice to meet you, T'Pel." He gently squeezed her hand one more time before dropping it. "So, you're Russian?" he turned back to his station, but continued to take advantage of his chance to finally talk to this girl.

"Yep. That's where I was born." She also continued her work.

"Really? But you look Vulcan."

"Yeah. My mother is Vulcan, but my father is Russian. We moved to the states in 46'. I was only four."

"Your only 16?" he smiled.

"Yeah." She smiled back at him.

"If I might add, you're the happiest Vulcan I've ever met."

She giggled. "Yeah, I enjoy being able to smile and laugh."

Just as I enjoy seeing you smile and a laugh. Chekov kept to himself on that thought, unsure of what to say next.

"Lieutenant Petrova?" a man in a blue shirt walked into the bridge. Chekov and T'Pel turned to face him.

"Yes, that's me." She said.

"Doctor McCoy told me to give this to you." He handed her a standard medical kit. "He said he also put in a few doses of morphenolog and sonambutril. And two doses of synaptizine for yourself."

"Oh, thank you, Lieutenant-" she took the kit from him.

"Grace." He cut her off.

"Well, thank you, Lieutenant Grace." She smiled.

"Anytime." He looked her up and down and headed back out. Chekov watched him go with weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"What about you?"

"I'm sorry?" he turned back to T'Pel. She was pulling the kit over her shoulder.

"I said, what about you? You're Russian as well, right?" she smiled and looked at him out of the corner of her eye, checking to make sure everything was in the kit that was supposed to be.

"Oh, yes. I was born and raised in Russia. I joined Starfleet and moved to San Francisco when I was 15, two years ago."

"Your 17?"

"Yes."

"Really? Well, I believe that makes us the two youngest crew members in the history of Starfleet." She smiled.

He laughed. "Yes, I believe it does."

ohemgee, that is the longest chapter in the history of my life! Hahaa, I literally spent all day on this. I couldn't find a good stopping point. I don't even think this is one, but the nest best stopping point would be like three pages from now..oh well. I thought you guys might enjoy this. It's got some good T'Pel/Pavel moments in it. :]

Cally