Don't own anything related to Star Trek. Note that the story is told from Hazina's and Kyleth's point of views.

They were schedule to land on Trinitra in two days. Hazina had taken special care to avoid Kyleth and Kanshero since what had happened on the small planet only five days earlier. Every time the memory invaded her thoughts, she had the urge to throw up. Sometimes, she suppressed the action but most times she had to succeed in the simple task of getting to the toilet before the food in her stomach reached her mouth. She had been instructed by the captain that she would be allowed off the ship in Lieutenant Babcock's stead. They all agreed that fresh air would do her good.

She had, for the better part of herself, began her experiment and study of the hybrid plants she theorized. There would be, she predicted, one major flaw in the entire experiment. The flowers would not be able to reproduce. Hazina touched the rust colored seed with her hand and wondered why that seemed to be a fact for a hybrid of any species, race, or kingdom. She gently placed the seed on top of the warm dirt inside the incubator. Perhaps her flower would do something miraculous and produce seeds after all. She stilled upon realization of her illogical thoughts. She had not thought of miracles since she was very young. Miracles were theories based upon illogically contrived thoughts. Her fingers sifted through the dirt slowly; they were trying to cover the seed with a substantial amount of dirt.

Lieutenant Babcock rarely said anything to Hazina after they had their morning briefing. The man found the use of sign language to be annoying and the fact that Hazina paid more attention to the plants around them than to his instructions to be even more annoying. He stood in the doorway watching her hum to the seed she planted in the incubator. Too bad she could not hear; he wanted to tell her that she had one of the best voices he ever had the pleasure of hearing. He moved to the silver table in the corner and filled a beaker with two milliliters of coolant and nearly dropped the beaker when he looked up to find his assistant staring at him. She opened her mouth to say hello, but she produced no voice. He frowned.

"That is how I feel throughout the day." Hazina turned back to the incubator quickly, denying herself the pleasure of seeing him smile.

She finished up her work in the lab some time later after she categorized the organic Terran vegetables and fruit. At some point during the situation, Hazina decided that there were too many fruits and vegetables on the planet. Why was it necessary to have so many different things on one planet? What annoyed her most was the fruit that looked like vegetables and the vegetables that looked like fruits. Of course she was knowledgeable of the vegetation; she just did not care enough. Still, she completed her work with great efficiency. She escaped from the lab just as Lieutenant Babcock appeared carrying a large white plant that a strange scent that made her gag.

Hazina was quiet. She sat on the floor in the gym staring at the man on the other side of the room as he continued his weight training. She had, for some time, resigned herself from doing such strenuous tasks. Lately, her energy was easily depleted, and her emotions were as random as the calls she received from her sister. She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at the woman smiling at her from the mat a few feet away. Aziza made it her priority to follow Hazina to the gym whenever she could. Aziza was bent at an angle that Hazina calculated to be physically impossible for her own frame. She sighed and lay flat on her back. Her head rested on her back as she began her exercise routine, which always began with sit ups.

They were walking on the machines when Aziza slapped her on the arm and motioned towards someone behind them. Hazina glanced over her shoulder but turned her attention back to the machine readings in front of her. Her heart rate had increased by 6.34%, or as the machine read, four beats per minute. She swallowed and concentrated on returning her vitals to normal. Sure being in the same room with him made her nervous, but there was no need for her to panic. Her index finger brushed the soft plastic of the control button and increased the speed of the platform. She really needed a break from being on the ship.

Dinner was an experience Hazina wanted to avoid as well. Although she interacted as well as she could, she found that Aziza and her mother were the only ones that remembered that she could not hear. One time, Sulu said something very funny and obviously asked her about it; everyone turned to her with big smiles before they all remembered. After that awkward moment, she stood and emptied her tray, which didn't hold much in the first place. Her brown eyes swept the food before her with great scrutiny. The food looked delicious, but something behind the glass gave off one of the worst odors she had ever experienced. She stepped closer to the glass and narrowed her eyes at a platter of squash. She pointed to the squash, the fries, and the vegetable soup. She almost drooled over a bowl of fruit that was mixed strawberries and blueberries drenched in the juice from yellow peaches. She took two of those. She nodded when Aziza asked her if she was hungry.

She was alone. If her mother was not there to try and talk to her, Hazina found that hardly anyone else made the attempt. They would wave at her as the sat down, but it was not often that she was included in the conversation. Was everyone avoiding her because of what happened or because she was deaf? She ignored the squash and soup as she savored the sweet taste of her fruit and berries. The sweet and tangy taste reminded her of the way Kyleth had tasted that night in his apartment on New Vulcan. Heat crept into her face as she made sure to give the wall in front of her all her attention. Her breathing stopped for 7.4 seconds as Kyleth sat in front of her with nothing but a bottle of water in hand.

He had done a wonderful job of avoiding her up until that moment. His dark eyes were focused solely on the soft angles of her face and the strawberry she had just slipped into her mouth. Her eyes caught the quick movement of his eyes when he looked away. Her eyebrows lifted slowly as she popped a blueberry into her mouth and fought the urge to moan at the wonderful taste. She dipped one of her fries into the fruit syrup and bit it. It was actually very good. She looked down at the two dishes and promptly covered the fries with the purple fruit sauces.

Hazina, that is disgusting. Kyleth stared at her.

She swallowed and leaned forward. "I find it absolutely delicious." Her eyes closed briefly as she bit into another fry.

Kyleth looked at the strange looks the four people sitting at the table were giving Hazina. He wanted to tell them to go away. Although he should have done so sooner, he had finally built up the courage to tell Hazina that he did not blame her for what happened. He wanted to beg her for forgiveness on his part. His dark eyes widened slightly as she licked the syrup from her fingers. Hazina sighed rather loudly and rested her elbow on the table. She pressed her lips together when she realized that her tea had gotten cold. Her eyes flickered to the cup Kyleth pushed towards her. She lifted it and almost sighed as the warmth moved down her throat to settle in her stomach.

Are you well? His dark eyes were focused on soft, puffy pink lips. He looked at her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. His gaze moved back to her lips.

"My head pains have become less frequent. Aside from the strange bit of nausea and my inability to sleep, I am well." She drank her tea with her eyes closed. "And you?"

I have…missed you.

Her lips parted slightly as her gaze intensified. The index finger on her left hand twitched on the table as her hand moved forward slightly. His fingers brushed her knuckles before she pulled her hand back and rested it on her lap. She turned to look at Aziza when her friend touched her on the arm.

"How do you talk to him without him signing or speaking?" Aziza frowned.

"He is my bondmate. We share a telepathic link." Hazina looked at the other three faces quickly.

"Oh." Aziza sighed and looked down at her beef. "That's amazing. And that was really disgusting what you ate."

Hazina finished her tea in stood. She gazed at Aziza. "The irony of your statement is I ate it. Therefore, your opinion of it is not needed."

In an attempt to avoid Kyleth, she went straight to the bridge, where she found her father alert and staring at his screen with fascination. Hazina stopped beside him and leaned forward. She smiled as she too read the words appearing on the screen. It was a summary of information they had on the trading planet they would be landing on soon. The port was occupied by over thirty known species other than the one natural to the N class planet. Hazina tapped the enter key twice and frowned as she pointed to a line in the text. Her father's eyebrows came together slightly before he looked at her. He reread the entire paragraph and sat back to stare at the screen.

"Perhaps it was placed there in error."

"Perhaps. Either way, I will look into this. You are relieved for tonight, Hazina."

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before standing. She waved to Sulu and Chekov before pretending to not notice Jim smiling at her. Her eyes lit up when he stood and walked over to her. He wrapped her in a tight hug and planted a well aimed kiss on her forehead. She squeezed him tightly until she felt her mother touching her on the shoulder. Jim coughed and held his hand out as if to show her that he would be okay. She gave him an apologetic look and followed her mother onto the turbolift. Her mother smiled at her but did not speak the entire ride. She led her down the hall towards the quarters she shared with her father. Hazina felt a small itch on her neck and reached to scratch it. Her hand stopped mid-motion.

"Are you itching? This is so rare. You've never had an itch except for that one time you got bitten by that spider." Her mother turned and continued to walk towards their quarters. She was almost in the kitchen when she turned to her daughter with narrowed eyes. She looked at Hazina and frowned.

"Is that clock swaying?" Hazina frowned and stepped into the room.

Uhura sat the girl down on the couch and went into the kitchen. She handed her a glass of water and sat down beside her. Hazina gulped down the water and closed her eyes. She looked at her mother before shaking her head and covering her face with her hands, which she found to be damp. She inhaled deeply and looked at the clock again. Everything was in working order. Her mother gave her a reassuring smile before she disappeared again. Hazina stood and walked around the quarters with curiosity. Some of the pictures on the wall were of her and her siblings. There was a picture of the entire bridge crew dressed in black and all of them smiling, except her father, but he did look amused.

She spent several hours with her mother watching films in gray with subtitles. Hazina missed listening to the foreign languages and laughing when her mother perfectly quoted lines. She smiled each time her mother's mouth moved. Although she was twenty-one years old and almost a Starfleet graduate, Hazina knew that the most important moments in her life were the ones she spent with her family. She gave her mother a soft hug before she left the room.

Aziza was just rounding the corner when she saw the woman dressed in her red uniform run towards her. She grabbed her wrists and laughed gleefully as she led Hazina down the hall. They walked quickly towards Aziza's room. The door swooshed open. Hazina's brown eyes darted from the man and woman sitting on the couch to several people standing in the kitchen laughing. She gave Aziza a sideways look and took an involuntary step backwards. Her back hit something hard. Turning slowly, she found herself face to face with an impassive looking Vulcan. She swallowed and moved into the room quickly to get away from him. The last thing she wanted was for him to start talking like he had when they were in the mess hall. Her fingers trembled as she ran them over her hair. She turned to Aziza, who was busily pouring a drink near the counter. When had her friend had time to meet the other five people moving around her quarters?

"These are all officers that work on the engineering brig near me. I invited Scotty, but he wants to be alone with the ship tonight. Which is well, he'd drink all the liquor." Aziza laughed and pushed a glass towards Hazina.

She looked at the concoction for several moments before she lifted the glass and shook her head once the smell hit her nose. She gagged and lowered her face in an attempt to hide the heat that crept into her cheeks. Ignoring Aziza's apologetic expression, she moved from the kitchen back into the sitting. She sat down on the couch next to a couple holding hands and smiling while their eyes were glued on one another. Hazina pressed her index and middle fingers against the side of her head and began to count slowly. There was a positive side to her not being able to hear; meditation was possible almost anywhere.

Something brushed her arm. Her brown eyes flew open and moved her gaze to the man standing several feet away from her holding a glass with green liquid inside. He gave her a nervous smile and nodded before gulping down half of his drink. After glancing around the room, he sat down at her feet and looked at her with brown eyes that held so many emotions. The ones that stood out most were egret and sympathy. He ran his fingers through his black hair and finished his drink. Inhaling deeply, he looked at her and opened his mouth. His lips closed but opened again several seconds later.

"I am sorry." He spoke slowly in Japanese. He placed his glass on the table next to the couch. He looked very nervous as he reach out and touched her hands. "I am very sorry. I never…it was sick and wrong. I could not help what I did. I just want you to know that I would never hurt you like that on purpose, Hazina. Please forgive me."

"I am not angry with you. You have been forgiven." She pulled her hands away from him gently.

Her eyes blinked several times as she tried to push away the emotions he had passed into her mind. Her head turned to the right quickly when she felt the emotions disappear as quickly as they had come. She gave Kanshero an awkward hug and looked down at her hands as he walked away with a smile and his empty glass clutched in his right hand. Her brown eyes darted upward to find that he still stood beside the plastic plant Aziza kept beside the door. She inhaled quickly and looked at him, daring him to come to her. He lifted his chin slightly and glanced around the room. His dark eyes glimmered with an emotion he quickly covered. He blinked and began to walk towards her. She was going to throw up for the simple fact that he had crossed the distance in three steps. Why was she so nervous? Her fingers brushed her forehead as she looked at the floor.

Why is it so easy for you talk to him? I have experiences with you that he will never share. It is illogical for you to be more receptive of him than me. His fingers brushed hers as he came to a stop beside her.

She looked at him with narrowed eyes. Was he tying to make her feel overwhelmed? Her eyes widened slightly and her head tilted when his fingers moved over the back of her hand. She felt his emotions brush her consciousness like a gentle breeze on a winter day. The taut muscles in her face relaxed as she allowed her gaze to remain on his face. The corner of his lips twitched as he kneeled beside her and held her gaze.

Jealousy is an illogical emotion, Hazina, but I do not deny that this is all I feel when I see you with him.

The word "illogical" finally became what Hazina had often thought it was: illogical. She leaned forward quickly and pressed her lips against his. While she expected to feel embarrassment from him for the display of affection, his happiness and desire are what invaded her mind. She pulled away from him quickly and swallowed. Her eyes darted around the room, but no one was looking at them. She stood and looked at him until he stood straight beside her with an impassive face but eyes flooded with curiosity. He followed her from the room and down the hall. Hazina wished she could hear. She would have bet her communicator that Kyleth's heart rate had increased drastically. It was only fair that he be as affected by the kiss as she was. She glanced at him over her shoulder to find that he was watching her. His face flushed green slightly as his eyes rose from the curves of her hips to the small smirk on her face.

They were in her room. She turned to him with a mischievous smile and slowly walked towards him. Her hands caressed his cheeks before she wrapped her arms around his neck. She barely had time to breathe before his mouth covered hers. His hand moved to the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue into her mouth so that it gently brushed hers. A low moan escaped her as she moved closer to him and pressed their bodies together tightly. Kyleth stopped kissing her to stare down into her brown eyes, which were naked with lust. She stepped away from him and pulled her blue shirt over her head before unzipping her blue skirt so that it dropped to the ground. His dark eyes fell to her breast. Whether she knew it or not, they had been his second favorite part of her body since he had seen them three months before.

His hands moved up her hips slowly before moving to her back where they unhooked her bra. He inhaled sharply as the black lace fell to the floor. He moved closer to her and lowered his mouth so that he could plant a soft kiss on each of her breast. His tongue brushed the chocolate colored pebbled that hardened after his touch. He licked each one like a cat cleaning its fur. He kneeled before her and placed kisses down her stomach. Hazina's eyes were closed as she allowed him to plant soft, warm kiss all along her skin. Each of his hands took a breast into its grasp as his tongue played along the line of the lacy black panties she wore. He pinched her nipples gently and was rewarded a sharp intake of breath. His hands cradled her breasts with the most gentle care. He pressed his face between her legs and deeply inhaled the scent of her. His tongue brushed her through the fabric. She sighed and buried her fingers in his hair. Her lips stretched into a smile when she noticed him watching her. Her head fell to the side.

What do you want, Hazina? His eyebrows rose when she shoved him flat onto his back on the floor.

After kicking off her boots, she talked towards him with her eyes narrowed and a beautiful smirk stretching her lips. She kneeled beside him and released a low chuckle when she felt his heartbeat; it had increased by more than she'd estimated. While Hazina had been innocent the first time she had ever had sexual contact with Kyleth, she had taken it upon herself to study some of the most useful sexual techniques. Frederick's disc was also of great help. Why hadn't she looked at it before she'd visited Vulcan? It had been lost when Aziza covered it with her junk. Hazina pressed her lips together and quickly disrobed the man lying on the floor. She pressed a hot kiss against his chest and moved upward so that he nibbled at her breasts.

The sound she made was like a moan and chuckle mixed. He quickly undid her hair and inhaled the deep scent of pomegranate that invaded his orifices. His eyes fluttered closed as her hand traced down the hardened muscles in his stomach and caressed the mildly hardened organ between his legs. She brushed her lips along his skin until she reached his hardening erection. It was always wonderful to explore new things. Her tongue moved over the top of his penis with agonizingly slow movement. She fought back a smile when he shivered underneath her. He gasped when she took him into her mouth. Hazina was amazed that the organ could be so soft and hard at the same time. Her tongue brushed the length of him before she took as much of him into her mouth. She made a very logical decision and leaned forward while loosening her throat and allowing him to thrust upward to deepen his penetration. She knew that if his eyes were opened, they be rolled into the back of his head. She moved away from him and smiled when he blinked himself back to reality.

He sat up on his elbows as she moved to straddle him. He could feel her wetness. His erection almost ached to be inside of her. Her eyes closed, and her teeth bit into her lower lip. Kyleth squeezed her breasts and pressed his lips together to fight back a moan as she rubbed her wet pussy along his length. His grip on her breasts tightened as he closed his eyes and shoved his hips upward. She giggled and threw her head back as his hands moved to cup her buttocks. His fingernails dug into her skin as he lifted her away from him. Their eyes locked in a heated gaze as he lifted his hips and pushed his hardness into her hot wetness. Hazina made a sound in the back of her throat and clutched his shoulders as he thrust into her. She gasped and began to move her hips at a pace that matched his thrusting. Her teeth dug into her lower lip to the point where Kyleth feared she would puncture it. She cried out suddenly and trembled as her body was racked with pleasure. The continued stroke of him sent the gentle fire in her blood into overdrive.

He maneuvered so that she lay underneath him. In the position, he pushed harder and deeper. Hazina wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder as she inhaled the scent of him. She whispered his name so low that he almost didn't hear her. Her fingernails raked down his back as her body was shaken by another orgasm that caused her to tighten around him. Kyleth rested a hand on each side of her head and began to thrust harder. His three fingers lingered on her cheek. Our minds are one. He moaned loudly when the ecstasy she wallowed in moved into his consciousness. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he whispered her name as he gave one final thrust before spilling himself inside her. Her fingers danced down his back slowly. She smiled at him as he gazed down at her with complete happiness.

They lay in her bed with his head resting on her chest. Kyleth enjoyed the sound of Hazina's heartbeat; it was like an offbeat drum. His fingers brushed her right breast as his palm moved down her body to rest on her flat stomach. He looked at her.

Why do we do this, Hazina?

She smiled at him. So that I know you love me, Kyleth. If I am capable of making you do something you do not want, I know I am successful.

A feeling like laughter passed through both of them. Hazina pressed a kiss against his forehead and turned to the wall. For once, in the past four days, she was sleepy. She sighed as she drifted off to sleep. Kyleth listened to her even breathing and irregular heartbeat. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the soft pattering of his love's heart. His eyes flew open and he moved slightly when he thought he'd heard something. It had been the faintest of sounds, but he had heard it.

His dark eyes moved around the room quickly, but he doubted anything was truly there. The anomaly he had noticed was obviously in Hazina's body. It had been what he was focused on when he'd heard it. Instead of replacing his head on her chest, he rested it on her stomach; the area was softer. He wrapped his arm around her hips and tried once again to synchronize himself with her through meditation. This new thing was so faint that he could not be sure where it came from. Kyleth stilled and could almost taste the shock that ran through his body like electricity. His hand trembled as he placed it on her lower abdomen. He eased off of her and looked at her serene face. There was no other logical explanation.

A/N: All errors are mine; I do try to get rid of them. Yes, I went there. Now, I've got two ending for this story floating around in my head. I suppose I'll know which one to use by the time I get to that point.