A/N: I don't usually do A/Ns at the start, sorry, just wanted to apologize if this chapter isn't up to par, I know it's a bit short too :( I was made aware that one of my Doctor Who stories had been plagiarized...which makes for 9 times I've been plagiarized this year :( I couldn't make myself look at any of my stories/chapters, or this one till about 3 am. And I wake up at 6 for work...so just wanted to say sorry :(

~8~

Meeting Pike

"Cora!" a voice called as Cora walked through the halls with Spock, heading for the hanger, preparing to take a shuttle down to Starfleet Headquarters. There transports were unable to send them to the Headquarter as it was secure location and didn't allow such easy access. Shuttles had to be utilized instead.

She looked back, smiling, "Nyota Uhura," she greeted.

"Cora you can really just call me Uhura," Uhura gave her a smile. They were all trying to get Cora to be less...proper with their names. Sadly the only one who was managing it was Chekov, and only because by calling him 'PAC' she was still calling him by his whole name. She hadn't quite had as much success in getting her to call her 'NU' though...not that she really wanted to be called Nu instead of her name.

"Did you require something?" Cora blinked, looking at her, feeling a...wish for something from the woman, but, oddly enough, one targeted at her instead of Spock, which was new. Actually...she could feel quite a bit of irritation directed at the Vulcan from the human.

"Yes," Uhura nodded, glancing at Spock who was standing rigidly beside Cora, silent.

She and Spock...didn't have the best relationship, if a professional courtesy could be called a relationship. She was...actually getting over Spock more and more every day, the more time she spent with Cora, getting to know the girl, and the more time she spent around Spock and seeing him interact in a non-academic setting, made her realize...she and Spock really weren't and wouldn't have been compatible. It didn't seem like Vulcans forgot anything, he remembered how she had treated Cora when the girl had first arrived in the Academy and for most of her time as a Cadet.

She was ashamed of it, and she was trying to be better, trying to make up for it in being a good friend now. Spock though seemed to think it was some sort of ruse. She knew he was justified in thinking it, she hadn't done much by means of proving herself to him over the years. She understood he trusted her as much as he had to for missions but that he did not trust her at all with Cora. But she was really trying to show him that...she really had started to care for the girl as a friend.

"Um, can I speak with you," Uhura glanced at Spock again, "Alone?"

Cora tilted her head at that before glancing at Spock, "I shall be with Kirk in the shuttle," he offered her, giving her a small nod, before he turned to head off.

Though...to be honest it was...hard to do that, to...walk away. He had hesitated just then, a moment longer than normal, a moment longer than he should have. But he assumed that it was just his natural distrust of Uhura, of not wanting her to be near Cora after all she had put the girl through. He knew Cora seemed to trust Uhura a bit more than before, likely sensing a shift in the woman's emotions that was leading her to think Uhura had changed. But he just...couldn't bring himself to believe it. He did not have Cora's abilities, nor did he want to connect to Uhura in such a manner as reading her mind to see her true intentions.

For now he had to trust Cora and that she would be alright. And he knew she would talk with him later about what Uhura might say. He would just have to be patient till then...a concept he was finding strangely difficult to think on at the moment or accept. He shook his head, stepping into the shuttle, leaving the women alone.

"What is the matter?" Cora looked back at Uhura.

"I just...wanted to ask if you were ok," Uhura began.

"I am well," Cora nodded.

"I meant about..." she sighed, "About what happened with Commander Spock and the volcano. I know it had to be...hard, to stand there and have him refuse rescue. It was hard for me and the Captain and...I just, I wanted to make sure that you were ok."

"Spock is back," Cora shrugged, speaking simply, "So I am fine."

"Cora," Uhura shook her head, "I don't mean right now, I mean...how are you? How are you doing with what happened? Coming so close must have scared you."

"I...was alarmed," she agreed, "But..."

"I just can't believe Spock would do that!" Uhura cut in, feeling herself getting upset for the woman. Cora was...really nice, she actually was a great person and she was truly regretting not having gotten to know her in the Academy. And to imagine Spock doing what he did...it made her angry.

In fact, half the crew were furious with him for his complete lack of care and consideration for Cora. She was a...sweetheart, to quote Scotty, and she didn't deserve someone like Spock ignoring how she felt and not caring at all that he was about to die and possibly condemn her to die as well.

"I understand he follows the rules, but it wasn't just HIS life on the line, it was YOURs," Uhura continued as Cora blinked at her, feeling that...this was something Uhura had been keeping in the last few hours and needed to get out, "I just don't understand how someone could be so selfish and...uncaring."

"I...do not believe he was either," Cora countered, "It is...complicated."

Uhura winced, "I'm sorry Cor," she said, slipping in a nickname Kirk had given her that a few of them had picked up, "I didn't mean to go off like that. What he did...it just worried us. Because you're important to us and we don't want to see you hurt."

Cora smiled, "Spock would never hurt me."

"He almost did," Uhura reminded her quietly. She glanced over seeing the shuttle preparing, "Look, you need to go but, if you need to talk about it, just...let me know, ok?"

"Of course," Cora nodded, "Many thanks," she smiled at Uhura, before turning to head into the shuttle, Uhura watching her go, shaking her head, still very upset about what Spock had done, how selfish he'd been. She knew if he wasn't mated to Cora, Kirk probably would have killed him for what he'd done.

Cora smiled as she entered the shuttle to see that there was one spot open between Kirk and Spock and moved to take it...only for Spock to stand as she reached the seat, "Sit here," he offered her his spot by the window, "I...will be more enjoyable," he offered a bit...weakly, almost unsure.

And he was unsure, of why he'd done that. he hadn't even been thinking of doing i, but...he'd seen her about to sit down, between him and Kirk...between him and another man a part of him told him...and he'd wanted to...change it. If she sat by the window then he would be in the middle and Cora would be beside him, and only him.

He frowned at that reasoning, not sure why it should matter that she only sit beside him but thought, logically, perhaps it was because he was still trying to ensure she was really alright after the volcano incident, offering her his presence and only his to reassure her he was still there. Not that she seemed to be having an issue with that, she was very aware of him at all times, sometimes more aware of him than he was of himself.

But Cora just smiled at him and took the offered seat and, as he sat, he felt much more comfortable with the seating arrangements.

~8~

Cora hurried along after Spock as the two of them walked with Kirk through San Francisco, having been called to Starfleet Headquarters. Kirk was exuberant as ever, while the aliens were a bit more restrained, Cora especially. She had a bad feeling about this, the only time an Empathic was called to headquarters, with her and one other being the only two in the Fleet after the eldest passed on some months ago, was to act as a 'lie detector' as McCoy loved to call her.

And knowing Kirk and his luck, this was going to be more of an investigation and interrogation than a commendation as he seemed to think it would be. It was all he had talked about on the shuttle, what the reason could be for the call down to HQ and what he was 'sure' it would be.

"I'm telling you both," Kirk grinned, "THIS why he called, I can feel it."

"I am aware James T. Kirk," Cora remarked, having taken to calling him by his full name when not on the ship or taking part in a mission. He was always insistent she call him just 'Jim' and not 'captain' ALL the time. She had settled for calling him James T. Kirk when he didn't appear to be acting in a captain capacity.

He rolled his eyes, "Come on Cor," he reached out and took her hand, spinning her around, as though he were trying to dance with her yet she wasn't sure the steps, "I've told you hundreds of times not to call me all that, Kirk is fine, or Captain. Please," he looked at her, "Don't make me order you to."

Cora bit her lip, it was hard to know what to call the members of the crew, at any time Kirk might be captain then Spock then someone else, for all she knew SHE might have been captain at some point with how often they shifted that role around. In order to keep from mistaking who was in charge, she just called them their full names, except for Kirk, who was captain most of the time…and Chekov, as she had taken to calling him PAC, as he'd requested humbly of her…in her own language, which had surprised and touched her that he'd gone to Spock for help with that. She got the impression and sensation that Chekov was rather intimidated by Spock, which she didn't understand, but he had been very considerate in requesting it of her in her language so she had honored his request. Oddly enough, he was the only one who had thought to do that.

"Yes, Captain Kirk," Cora nodded.

Kirk sighed, well that was an improvement on his full name at least, he knew the crew sometimes got annoyed with her calling him 'Captain' all the time, but he actually got annoyed with his full name all the time too, "Was that so hard?" he laughed, moving his hand to her side, ready to tickle her…

When Spock reached out and grabbed his wrist, tightly, "Please release your hold on my mate, Captain," Spock cut in, his grip on Kirk seeming to tighten without Spock's apparent knowledge.

"You let go of my arm, I let go of your mate," Kirk countered, glancing at his hand…it was starting to turn white, Spock really had a death grip on it didn't he?

Spock nodded and released him, reaching out a hand that Kirk watched carefully to Cora, a gentle hand, far gentler than he'd been with him, to tug her back to his side.

"Jeez Spock, lighten up," Kirk shook out his hand, rubbing his wrist, "No need to alpha male here."

Spock blinked, "I do not understand that reference."

Kirk rolled his eyes, "Just...lighten your grip next time," he remarked, heading off past them once more.

Cora frowned and looked at Spock, seeing him hesitate to follow Kirk, instead, the Vulcan was staring at his hand, the hand he'd grabbed Kirk with, "Is something wrong Spock?" she asked.

"No…" he answered slowly, turning his hand over before his eyes, before he looked at her, "Nothing is the matter."

She looked at him once more before nodding and hurrying after Kick, not noticing that he had said nothing was 'the matter' but not that nothing was 'wrong.' That just then…was…odd. He didn't usually touch others, ever, anyone but Cora really he refrained from touching out of a natural Vulcan desire to not engage in that. Cora, being his mate, was different, his familiarity with her allowed him more of a comfort than a distaste in touching when she was there.

But just then…he'd grabbed Kirk. Not only was the man his captain but…a…friend…and he'd grabbed him. He hadn't even realized he had till Kirk had negotiated a trade off, his arm for Cora. He honestly and truly hadn't realized he'd grabbed the man till then. Which was alarming to think of, that he could act or react and have no knowledge that he'd done so. And the manner of it…it was aggressive. Once realizing he'd grabbed the man, he'd…realized how tightly he was holding Kirk's wrist, and he'd tightened it, knowingly.

It was…as though he'd lost control of himself for a moment, the man was grabbing his mate and touching his mate and pulling her away from him and he'd just…reacted. He'd wanted his mate back and he'd wanted the other man, the other threat, away from her. He paused, considering his thoughts, the other threat? James Kirk was not a threat to him, certainly not one to Cora. He had entrusted the man to protect her and he had with his life, on numerous occasions.

And yet he'd sensed and seen Kirk as a threat just then. But not a dangerous one more like…like other Vulcan males, like…a potential mate for her that might take her away from him. Which made no sense, he and Cora were, for all intents and purposes, bound together, mated. They lacked only the last physical step but they were essentially mated, and no other man could take her from him. Literally.

Cora shared an empathetic bond with him, she would not be able to form one as deeply with another because of it. In her culture, she was bound to him as whatever her people would call their version of a mate. For him, he had forged a telepathic bond to her, more like a vague sense of her thoughts as she was naturally not telepathic in nature unlike his people. They were bound together…and there were no other Vulcan males who would challenge him for Cora, for an Empathic mate…

So why had he seen Kirk as one such man?

It was true, Kirk seemed to share a...closeness...with Cora that came from repeatedly looking out for each other and protecting each other on missions, but he was well aware that Kirk favored Uhura and saw Cora as merely a…sibling of sorts. There was no outward indication that Kirk would attempt to pull Cora from him in a different way than teasing her. But he hadn't seen that, all he'd seen was a man holding his mate and touching his mate and he'd…lost control of himself for a moment.

But it was just a moment, that was all, just that.

He had control of himself once more, he was sure of it.

Yes.

He had to have control of himself otherwise…he would be in a great amount of trouble as the loss of control in a Vulcan was a sign of only one thing. And that was not something he could afford to have happen to him right at that moment.

"I do not believe you are correct," Cora was saying as he caught up to her and Kirk, "It is highly unlikely that we were selected for the new program."

Kirk glanced at her, "Knew it," he muttered to himself, hearing her sound so much like Spock. He'd once remarked about that, about the day the Vulcan started rubbing off on her, it seemed it had happened, "Why else would Pike want to see us? Forget about seniority, they gave us the newest ship in the Fleet. Who else are they going to send out?"

"I can think of numerous possibilities..." Spock remarked, and so he could and he was…he was starting to consider that he might need a distraction. Seeing Kirk, seeing him standing with Cora between them, knowing the man was close to her…it was starting to set him off again, he could feel his blood starting to race through him, his heart pounding in his ears…

"A five-year mission, Spock," Kirk just cheered, not seeming to notice this, "That's deep space, that's uncharted territories, think how incredible that's going to be. Hello, ladies…" he smirked at two Fleet members as they walked past, "Jim Kirk."

Spock blinked, feeling the…emotions fading at Kirk's focus on the other women instead of Cora.

"Spock?" Cora gently put a hand on his arm, "Are you certain you are alright?" she eyed him intently, "You feel…angry."

He looked at her, seeing her teal eyes looking into his and felt his heart slow, the rest of his emotions calming and knew it had nothing to do with her abilities, "I am fine," he nodded, placing a hand on hers, gently squeezing it in promise.

He was fine.

For now.

Though the fact that she had remarked he seemed angry, he was starting to fear, as the pieces fell into place, that he knew exactly what was 'wrong' with him and he knew he would need to run quite a few tests to ensure what he believed was happening, was actually happening.

~8~

The trio stood before Pike in his office, the man sitting behind his desk, reading a file as they stood in a line before him, Cora in between Spock and Kirk, though closer to Spock than Kirk, "Uneventful," Pike muttered.

Kirk glanced at Cora and Spock to see they looked equally as confused before he returned his attention to Pike, "Admiral?"

Pike looked up at him, gesturing to the file in his hands, "That's the way you describe the survey in Nibiru in your Captain's Log."

"Yes sir," Kirk nodded, not seeing Cora close her eyes, seeming to work something out, "I didn't want to waste your time with the details…"

Pike cut in, "Tell me more about this volcano. Data says it was highly volatile. If it were to erupt, it would wipe out the planet."

"Let's hope it doesn't, sir."

"Something tells me it won't."

"Well sir, volatile is all relative. Maybe our...data was off?"

Pike shook his head, "Cora," he glanced at her as she looked at him, "I want you to ensure all words spoken in this room are the truth," he ordered her, "No excuses, no falsehoods, I want the truth."

Cora swallowed hard, "Yes sir," she whispered, looking at Kirk apologetically as the man seemed to realize this was NOT going to be a praising trip to the office, and that he was, yet again, under suspicion except this time, instead of Cora determining if he was lying or not, she would be forced to have the truth from him instead.

Oh this was not good…

"Thank you," Pike stood, turning to Kirk, seeing the boy fidget, already feeling the effects of Cora's influence to be honest, "Or maybe it didn't erupt because Mr. Spock detonated the cold-fusion device inside it, right after a civilization that's barely invented the wheel, happened to see a Starship rising out their ocean!" he snapped, "That is pretty much how you describe it, is it not?" he looked at Spock.

Spock's jaw tensed, seeing Cora flinching at the raised voice of the Admiral, "Admiral…" he began, an edge to his voice, feeling her tensing more beside him, clearly sensing the anger of the man himself (even if it was not directed at her) and not wanting her to feel so any longer.

But before he could continue, Kirk turned to him, "You filed a report? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I incorrectly assumed that you would be truthful in your Captain's Log," Spock replied.

"I would have been if I didn't have to save your life," Kirk snapped, "And, if it escaped your notice, kept your mate from dying with you!"

"A fact for which I am immeasurably grateful," Spock's eyes narrowed, feeling his hands clenching into fists at Kirk bringing up Cora, though he felt a swell go through him at the man remembering Cora was not just his negotiator, but HIS mate, "And the very reason I felt it necessary to take responsibility for the actions taken by…"

"Oh yeah," Kirk scoffed, "Don't be so noble, Pointy, if you weren't also throwing me under the bus."

Cora swallowed, trying to calm them down as well as keep them both honest, something rather difficult to do as often anger led to words that were almost too honest.

"Pointy?" Spock tilted his head, "Is that a derogative reference?"

"Gentlemen," Pike cut in, "Starfleet's mandate is to explore and observe, not to interfere."

"Sir…" Cora began, "If…if nothing had gone wrong, the Nibiruans would have no idea we'd interfered."

"That's a technicality," Pike pointed at her for taking the side of her crew. Empathics were meant to be neutral, unbiased.

"I am Vulcan, sir," Spock took a step closer, Kirk frowning as he saw the man move partially in front of Cora, as though in a defensive move to protect her from Pike, "We embrace technicality. And Cora is MY mate, as Captain Kirk pointed out, she should be afforded the same expectations."

"You giving me attitude, Spock?" Pike's eyes narrowed at him, rising to his full height even if he was a bit...shocked at it, to hear the Vulcan using such a tone of voice, his expression hard and glaring, it was...not like the man he'd known the last few years.

"I'm expressing multiple attitudes simultaneously, sir. To which you are referring?"

"Stop," Cora moved to step between the two men, her one hand raised to the admiral, her other resting gently on Spock's chest, "Please," she added, sending calm to both men.

Spock looked at her, shocked as he felt his system calming, blinking as he realized…he'd been getting angry just then. Angrier than he had a right to be. HE was not the one under question, Kirk was, yet…Pike kept shouting and it was upsetting his mate and he'd felt this...instant desire to protect her and defend her, even against a superior officer, even one he, logically, knew was NOT attacking HER, and…he hadn't even realized he was growing angrier till he felt himself calm.

"Out," Pike pointed at Spock, pulling his attention back to him, "You're dismissed."

Spock stared at him a long while, before turning, placing his hand on the small of Cora's back to lead her out with him.

"Not you Cora," Pike called, making Spock freeze.

The Vulcan turned, his jaw tensing as he stared Pike down.

"Go Spock," Pike ordered, but Spock remained there, Cora frowning as she looked at him, feeling…defiance radiating off him, an unwillingness to obey the command, an…unease at leaving her in the room with the two men, "Is there a problem, Commander?" Pike's own stance tensed, as though expecting a confrontation.

Cora reached out and placed a hand on Spock's arm, pulling his attention back to her, "It will be alright Spock," she told him, not knowing why he was reacting in such a manner, disregarding a direct order, seeming to not trust Kirk or Pike for some reason…it was…not like him.

Spock blinked, giving himself the minutest shake of the head, before he turned and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him, every instinct in him screaming at him NOT to leave his mate in a room with the two men, despite the fact his logical mind knew they were of no threat to her or him…

He leaned back against the door, taking a breath, before he felt something odd. He looked down at his hand to see…it was shaking…

~8~

In the office, Pike waited till the door had shut completely before gesturing Cora back over, indicating for her to take a seat before the desk as he dealt with the still-standing Kirk, "That order still stands," he pointed at her, "Honest dialogue," he nodded at her as she gave him one in return, before he faced Kirk, "Do you have any idea what a pain in the ass you are?"

"I'm well aware sir," Kirk grumbled, feeling himself unable to even joke with Cora at work, all he felt was…the need to tell the truth, to be open with the man.

Oh, months later and it was still SO creepy how she did that. And he knew she could be subtle too, right now she was LETTING him know she was influencing him.

"So, tell me what did you wrong," Pike challenged, "What's the lesson to be learned here?"

"Never trust a Vulcan."

Pike let out a disbelieving scoff at that, knowing that, with Cora there, Kirk was being entirely honest. That was really and truly the ONLY lesson he'd learned from that. He shook his head, "Cora?" he pointed at her, "Explain to your captain what he did wrong."

Cora blinked, surprised she was being brought into this, "Um…he lied?" she guessed, really not sure exactly what Kirk might or might not have said on the log, but that Pike had implied it was far from the truth of Spock's report, "On an official report."

"Exactly," he nodded, turning back to Kirk, "Even your crew understands what's wrong about that."

"With all due respect sir," Kirk frowned, "You ARE talking about an Empathic and a Vulcan who are incapable of lying at all."

"That isn't the point Kirk," Pike shook his head, "You think the rules don't apply to you because you disagree with them."

"That's why you talked me into signing up in first place," he argued, "That's why you gave me your ship."

"I gave you my ship because I saw a greatness in you..." he shook his head, staring at Kirk, disappointed, "And now I see you haven't got an ounce of humility."

"What was I supposed to do?" Kirk glared, "Let Spock die? Yes, because that would have worked out so well for the Fleet. If you've forgotten, sir, Cora is mated to him. If he dies, there's a strong possibility she'll die too and then the Fleet would be out its secret weapon right? And that would be on ME to lose an asset like her. No offense Cora," he looked at her, "You're my crew, not just an asset."

"And THAT's the point Kirk," Pike cut in before Cora could respond.

"And what point is that?" Kirk looked back at him.

"A captain would not have risked his First Officer's life in the first place!" Pike snapped, before taking a breath, feeling calm entering him, Cora's work, he sighed, "You were supposed to survey a planet, not alter its destiny," he began, more calmly than before, "You violated a dozen Star Fleet regulations and almost got everyone under your command killed."

"Except I didn't. You know how many crew have I lost since…since I took command?"

"That's your problem. You think you're infallible."

"Not one."

"You think you can't make a mistake, it's a pattern with you. The rules are for other people."

"Some should be."

Cora closed her eyes at that remark, shaking her head. Oh James T. Kirk…that was the worst thing he could say. And it was truly all the more terrible in that he was being completely honest. He truly and deeply believed that was the way it should be, that some rules were meant for others but not for him, not for his crew, and not for his ship.

She understood better than most, that rules were set in place for a reason, by very wise men who were trying to help others learn from the mistakes made in the past. 'Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it,' Spock had said that to her once. It was something she had taken to heart. The rules were an amalgamation of those very lessons of the past. And Kirk was disregarding them, failing to learn from them.

"Cora?" Pike glanced at her.

"I have not stopped sir," she murmured, looking apologetically at Kirk, telling them both the honesty was still flowing in the room.

Pike sighed, "And what's worse is you're using blind luck to justify you playing God," Pike shook his head at Kirk, "Given the circumstances, this has been brought to Admiral Marcus's attention. He convened a special tribunal to which I was not invited…you understand what Starfleet regulations mandate be done in this point? They've taken Enterprise away from you...they're sending you back to the Academy."

Cora's eyes widened at that, "Sir…" she tried at the same time that Kirk spoke, "Admiral, listen…"

"No," Pike shook his head, "Why should I listen?" he cut in, sounding more...tired than angry, the calm still flowing as well, keeping him from saying something he'd regret to the boy who held so much potential, "You don't listen anybody but yourself. You ignore the rational and logical council of your First Officer. You disregard the warnings of you Empathic, who, might I remind YOU, was assigned to the Enterprise and the Enterprise alone, which is a feat for such a new captain. If you don't listen to them, I can't listen to you. You don't comply with the rules, you don't take responsibility for anything, and you don't respect the chair. You know why...because you're not ready for it," he stared Kirk down a long moment, letting it sink in.

Kirk swallowed hard, understanding what Pike was saying, feeling it hit him deeply in the gut at how the man was putting it. He knew, with Cora there, that everything Pike was saying was exactly how he felt. He HAD ordered a completely honest dialogue, which implied conversation back and forth, ultimately meaning HE was being forced to be honest as well. Everything he said…was the truth, was what he believed.

And it hurt, to know that Pike, the man who had brought him into Starfleet, who had been so relieved (both figuratively and literally) when he took up the role of captain of the Enterprise…was disappointed in him and felt he wasn't ready…it hurt.

"Dismissed," Pike muttered, turning to sit down in his chair, picking up the file and turning the back of the chair on them.

Cora glanced between the two men, seeing Kirk staring at Pike's chair as though hoping the man would turn around and say he was wrong. She frowned and stood, walking over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder, "I am sorry James T. Kirk."

Kirk flinched at that, he'd told her to call him captain…but he wasn't one anymore was he? So he simply turned and stormed out of the office, past Spock as he stood in the hall, the Vulcan looking up at Cora through the doorway, tilting his head in confusion as to what had happened.

She could only shake her head sadly.

A/N: Again, sorry it's a bit short :( I think we all know what's coming next though...Daystrom }:) I hope you also liked a bit more of Spock's Pon Farr popping up, I know shaking hands is a sign of it, MUCH more to come ;) And I can say that Uhura's conversation will come back to bite her ;)

Some notes on reviews...

Oh Khan will definitely have a hand in a few little moments ;)

I'm glad you noticed the 2 sides of Spock :) That was an intention for this story. The first one was about him accepting his human half. This one is about him dealing with his Vulcan half now ;) So I really wanted to show the two sides of him sort of tugging at him in a way :)

Overprotective Spock will definitely pop up, saw a tiny hint of it here :)

We'll find out in the next chapter who might get assigned where and if she'll be at the meeting }:) We'll have to wait and see if Cora suspects anything with the missles ;) Yup, Time Lady 4 is the bitter/resentful/angry one ;)