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Superdani: I'ma go with yes, she does. I originally didn't want her to, I don't know why, I just didn't. But I decided to make her look mostly Vulcan. :]

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It wasn't long before Spock came back. T'Pel and Chekov watched him sit in the captain's chair and glanced at each other before turning back to their stations.

"Dr. Puri, report." Said Spock.

"It's McCoy." Bones's voice came through the intercom. "Dr. Puri was on Deck six. He's dead."

T'Pel flew around in her seat. She knew Bones was helping people about the ship, but she figured he was probably on deck seven, in sickbay. That wasn't too far from deck six, which was all but destroyed. It worried her.

"Then you have just inherited his responsibility as chief medical officer." Said Spock.

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know."

T'Pel, looked to Chekov, and was about to stand to go help McCoy.

"And tell T'Pel so stay where she is. I want her waiting a full hour before she does anything other than man the helm since her 'attack'."

Spock looked at her and she sat back down.

"Yes, Bones." She manned her station.

Chekov hesitated, but put a hand on her shoulder from his seat. She looked at him, and couldn't help but smile at his smile. Spock watched this small gesture with a bit of curiosity, but said nothing.

"Away team is entering the atmosphere, sir." Said Chekov, taking Spock out of his thoughts. "Twenty thousand meters."

T'Pel locked on to the team so she could keep up with them, too. "Approaching the platform at 5,800 meters"

"Kirk to Enterprise." Jim said through the intercom. "Distance to target, 5,000 meters."

"Forty-six hundred meters from the platform." Said Chekov.

"Forty-five hundred meters to target….Four thousand meters…Three thousand meters."

"Three thousand meters." Chief Engineer Olson echoed over the intercom.

"Two thousand meters."

"Pulling chute." Said Sulu, pressing the button on the front of his gold suit, getting jerked to a slower speed. Kirk wasn't far behind him in his actions, but Olson continued to free fall to the platform.

"Olson is at two thousand meters." Said T'Pel.

"Come on, pull your chute, Olson!" said Kirk.

"No, not yet!" Olson replied. "Not yet!"

"Olson, 1,500 meters." T'Pel's voice was anxious.

Sulu and Kirk were starting to yell now. "Olson, pull your chute!"

"Olson, one thousand meters!"

He finally pulled his parachute, but it was too late. He bounced off the steel platform and was sucked into the fire drill below. T'Pel put a hand over her mouth when Olson's vitals disappeared from her screen. "Oh, no."

"Olson is gone, sir!" said Chekov in awe.

"Then, that means, Lieutenant Petrova," she turned to face Spock as he spoke. "You are now Chief Engineer."

She hesitated, and she was trembling a little. "Yes, Captain." She turned back to her station, watching Jim land safely on the platform, and pulled in his chute.

"Kirk has landed, sir." T'Pel said, trying to smile and keep the stress off her mind. This small rescue mission had turned into more that what she had signed for and expected. She needed to calm herself down. She needed to Bones. She needed Jim. Her big brothers. And at the pit of her stomach, she felt like she needed Chekov. She glanced over at him, and he was stealing glances at her as well. He looked worried.

"The jamming signal's gone." Said Uhura, bringing T'Pel out of her thoughts. "Transport abilities are reestablished."

"Transporter control is reengaged, sir." Said Chekov.

"Chekov, run gravitational sensors." Spock ordered. "I want to know what they are doing to the planet."

"Aye, Commander. Ah, Captain, sorry. Captain." He looked over at T'Pel out of the corner of his eye, wondering if she heard his small blunder. She was smiling at him, trying to cover up her giggle with her hand. He smiled back.

She is so cute. He shook his head with a chuckle and a smile, continuing to run those gravitational sensors.

"Kirk to Enterprise." Jim came through the intercom. "They just launched something into the planet through the hole they just drilled. Do you copy Enterprise?"

"Yeah, Jim." T'Pel answered him as people started to shuffle around everywhere again. She made sure she knew where her medical kit was.

"Captain, gravitational sensors are off the scale." Said Chekov, turning to face Spock. "If my calculations are correct, they're creating a singularity that will consume the planet."

T'Pel looked at him and fear struck her face. It pained Chekov to look at her.

"They're creating a black hole at the center of Vulcan?" Spock asked.

"Yes, sir."

"How long does the planet have?"

"Minutes, sir. Minutes."

T'Pel felt another panic attack coming on, but she ignored it, hoping it would go away, or she could control it. She would have to learn to deal with these sorts of things since she was assigned to the Enterprise now. But her grandfather was still down there on Vulcan. She had to do something. Spock stood and T'Pel stood with him.

"Requesting permission to accompany you to the planet's surface, Captain."

"Request denied. You are needed here."

"Then, please," she pulled on his sleeve. "Bring my sa'mekh'al back. He is part of the High Council, and he will most likely be in the katric ark with the others."

He paused, looking at her human eyes full of worry, shock, fear, and sadness. "I will try my best. Chekov, you have the Conn."

"Aye." Chekov's voice was close behind her, and she turned to find him attempting to approach her. He still looked worried. The lift closed behind her, and she took a step toward him, giving him the reassurance to hold out his hand for her. He wanted to help her, to see her smile again. She didn't hesitate to take it. The feeling that she needed him was growing stronger every time he looked her in the eye with his brown eyes. He led her back to her station and he set her down in her seat, kneeling down in front of her.

"What was that? That word that you asked the captain to bring back?" he wanted to understand. To help as much as he could.

"Sa'mekh'al? On Vulcan it means 'grandfather'. My grandfather on my mother's side is the only family on Vulcan that truly accepts me the way I am, living the human way of life. And he's still down there."

"Well, what can I do?"

She sighed. She wondered if he knew how much he trying to understand her was helping her cope. That was how she always was. That was the only thing she ever wanted, was for someone to understand. Jim knew it. Bones knew it. They always tried to understand. "There's nothing you can do, Chekov. I wish there was, but there isn't." she hung her head.

Chekov put two shaking fingers under her chin and looked her in the eyes. He knew there was nothing he could do, but he wanted her to know that he was there. She wasn't alone. "Please. Just call me Pavel."

She smiled, and a sudden urge overwhelmed her and she threw her arms around his neck. It surprised him at first, but he smile and placed his hand on her back. Uhura watched from her station and smiled.

I knew she'd find somebody. She went back to her work, but continued to glance at the two youngest crew members as they went back to their chairs.

"Bones, how we doin'?" T'Pel continued to work the helm, but checked up on her other duties via intercom.

"We're doin' just fine down here. Nothing too serious as of right now." McCoy replied. "At least, nothing I can't handle. Did you get the kit?"

"Yeah, I did. Thank you."

"Say safe, Kid. McCoy out."

"Engineering, report." She switched over to the engineering room, and sighed when it hit her again that she was chief engineer now.

"Minimal damage, ma'am. Repairs in progress." An engineer replied.

"Keep me informed." She sighed again. She thought she might need something stronger than synaptizine to calm her nerves. She looked over, and suddenly Chekov seemed really frantic.

"Chek-I mean, Pavel, is everything alright?" she asked.

"I can do that." He said to her pointing to the screen. "I can do that!"

"Do what?" She stood up with her medical kit across her chest and shoulder, but he took her hand before she could comprehend anything.

"Come on!" he shouted for someone to take the Conn and took off out of the bridge.

"Move, move, move, move, move!" T'Pel couldn't help but giggle at Pavel's means of pushed through the semi-crowded halls. "I can do that! I can do that! Movie, move, move, move!" he pulled her into the transporter room and let go of her hand. "Quick, give me manual control! I can lock on!"

"Beam us up!" It was Jim's voice coming from the intercom.

"Hold on, Jim!" T'Pel stood next to Pavel.

"T'Pel, Where are you?"

"Hold on, hold on, hold on!" Pavel was frantically trying to lock onto Jim and Sulu.

"Now, now, now! Do it now!"

"Okay, okay, okay! Hold on! Hold on! Compensating gravitational pull, and…Got'cha!"

Kirk and Sulu slammed onto the transporter pad and lay there and moment.

"Pavel! You did it!" T'Pel laughed and he Pavel shouted out excitedly in Russian, swinging her around in a hug. When he put her down, he kissed her lips. When he realized what he's done, he broke away, and didn't look her in the eye.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

But T'Pel smile and stood on her tip-toes to peck his cheek. Kirk walked up behind her and coughed. She looked at him with a sheepish smile.

"We're gonna have to talk about his later, young lady."

"Clear the pad." Said Spock. "I'm beaming down to the surface."

"The surface of what?" Kirk directed his attention to him. "What are you going down there? Are you nuts? Spock, you can't do that!"

He ignored him. "Energize!"

"Spock!"

But it was too late.

Well, wudd'ja think of that? :]

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Cally