Unexpected Nova

by MistyWaters1192

With technology as advanced as it is, the Federation is able to predict when a supernova will occur. Starships are often sent to monitor these events. What happens when a country doctor aboard the USS Enterprise visits a seemingly deserted planet, only to come across an entity that he never thought he would meet. What happens when he comes to observe an unexpected nova? McCoy/OC

7. Chapter 7: Likes and Dislikes

Hello, hello! I am so, so sorry for the long delay. I've been working long hours and I just have had no time to write or edit. So, here is an extra long chapter. Thank you for being so patient with me. I hope you enjoy it! Also, I want to note that there is a shower scene in this chapter, and, while I know that the Enterprise had sonic showers, I needed it to be water showers instead.

As always:

~~~~~~ -passing of time/change in POV

Chapter 7: Likes and Dislikes

Weightless in a warm pool of water. That was how McCoy would describe sleeping beside Nova. Throughout the night, he dreamed typical dreams of daily life on the Enterprise. But, throughout those dreams, he felt tranquil. At one point, he could have sworn that he was simply dreaming that he was lying next to Nova. He could not tell if he had been asleep or awake. And in that state, he could hear in the back of his mind a slight hum of the lullaby "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". But, when he finally did wake, he felt more rested than he had in weeks. He looked down at Nova, who was still lying on his chest, hand still curled up over his, her dark hair falling gracefully around her. Lying there, he couldn't help but admire how beautiful she was. Her face was relaxed, and her breathing even. She was radiant, even in sleep. The glow that usually radiated behind her eyes seemed to be glowing beneath the surface of her skin. Her long eyelashes curled back delicately, her lips parted slightly as she breathed in softly. McCoy smiled to himself and looked over at the clock on the bedside table and received a surprise. He had about an hour before his shift started. That was just enough time for him to leave, return to his quarters, shower, and get to sickbay. Considering he had the middle shift today, he was surprised to find that he had slept in so late. Despite knowing all of that, McCoy found himself reluctant to move. Not only did he not want to disturb her, but he had to admit to himself that there was a part of him that wanted to stay at her side all day. But duty called, and he sighed softly. His first thought was to sneak out, and leave her to sleep the day away. Lord knows she needed it. But then he remembered her despair from the night before. No, her waking up to find him missing was exactly what she had wanted to avoid. After all, that was why she asked him to stay last night, wasn't it? McCoy sighed again, and shook Nova slightly.

"Nova?" he called softly, "Nova, I need you to wake up for a second, darlin'."

She inhaled deeply, and hummed out a soft, "Hmm?"

McCoy chuckeld, "I need you to wake up, Nova."

She shook her head, and squeezed his hand, burying her face into his chest, and made a negative grunting noise. McCoy shook her gently, "C'mon. I have to go."

"Must you?" she mumbled into his shirt.

"Yes, darlin'. My shift starts soon," McCoy said.

"Then why have you not moved, Leonard?" she yawned.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm tryin' to be a gentleman, and wake you from sleep with a little bit of grace."

She inhaled deeply again, then sighed, "Alright."

Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, and yawned. She stretched and ran her fingers through her hair. She looked down disapprovingly at the doctor, who could see that there were now red and yellow undertones fused in with the purple in her eyes. The blue was still there, but not as prominent. Indeed, her eyes now looked like a picture of space that you'd find in a textbook. And the subtle glow in her skin had gone, and was back in full force behind those eyes.

"Well? You made me rise, it seems only fitting that you do the same."

He grinned at her, "Now, I can't tell if you're an early riser, or this is supposed to be you being crabby."

"Crabby? I have no common features with any sort of crustacean," she tilted her head to the side.

"It means 'grumpy', or 'cranky'."

"Ah, I see. In that case, I cannot tell if I am an 'early riser'."

"You'd know it if you weren't," he sat up, and stretched, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Are you an 'early riser'?" she asked him.

"When I need to be. But there is nothing I like better than laying in on a lazy Sunday afternoon," he grinned at her over his shoulder.

She smiled warmly at him, "I see. And what is laying in?"

"It's when you're awake but you just lie in bed for a few hours before actually getting up."

He put on his shoes and stood up. She slid off the bed and stood up in one fluid motion.

"I gotta run, I'm already cutting it kind of close," he looked at her, "Captain 's given you permission to roam, so get yourself something to eat. If you need me, I'll be in sickbay."

"Of course," she nodded, stepping toward the foot of the bed.

He gave her another smile, and headed for the door. He felt Nova take a hold of his hand and turned to face her. Her eyes immediately locked with his, and he could feel her consciousness brushing against his own, her content ebbing in and out of his soul like waves on a beach.

"Thank you, Leonard," she said.

"For what?"

"For staying with me. For not remarking that my fears were foolish. For comforting me," she supplied, looking at him with those fathomless eyes.

"You're welcome," he said, placing a hand at the base of her neck, "No nightmares?"

"Not a single one," she smiled.

"Good," he said, hesitated, then, "What are you doing for dinner tonight?"

"As I know very few beings on this ship, I would venture to say that I am doing nothing," she said in mock seriousness.

He rolled his eyes with a grin, "Then what's say you and I have dinner? You've been with us for about three days now, and I don't know anything about your likes and dislikes."

"Likewise," she said.

"So, dinner tonight? 1900 hours?"

"I would like that," she nodded.

"Great. I-"

"As long as it is in your quarters."

"Wha-"

"I wish to see more of the ship, and you have seen my quarters enough. I would like to see yours," she stated.

He bowed to her, "As you wish, m'lady."

She raised a questioning eyebrow, "I feel as if you are teasing me…Is this true?"

"You bet your pointed ears, it's true," he said, then turned and headed out of the room, leaving her staring out after him, a disbelieving grin on her face.

Captain Kirk was strolling toward the turbo lift, hands at his side, nodding at any crewmen who passed. Spock was walking beside him, reporting on the analysis of the plant life down on the planets surface.

"The plant life truly is extraordinary, Captain. The inner bark of a willow tree on earth has healing properties that can keep minor aches and pains at bay. The trees resembling willows on the planet are capable of relieving pain as well. However, by Lieutenant Shulter's estimations, they can relieve one hundred times the pain. And that is just one example."

"And do you trust Lieutenant Shulter's estimations, Mr. Spock?" asked Kirk.

"Yes, Captain, having checked and verified her formulas, I believe her estimations are accurate," Spock acknowledged.

"Excellent. We may want to beam back down, bring up some more samples to send back to Starfleet. I'm sure they'll find it all very fascinating," he said, smirking at his first officer.

As they reached the turbo lift, the door slid open, and Nova stood there. She blinked in surprise.

"Good morning, Captain Kirk. Good morning, Mr. Spock," she greeted them.

"Good morning, Nova. I see you're wasting no time; back on your feet already?" the captain smiled at her, "Excellent. Now, Spock and I are needed on the bridge, but I know you'd like to see the ship. If you head down this hall and into the Mess Hall, you'll find a man in there named Montgomery Scott. I've already asked him to take you on a tour of the ship and he's very excited. You couldn't be in better hands."

"I appreciate that, Captain," Nova nodded, then turned to Spock, "And Mr. Spock, I wondered if we may begin our meditation sessions this evening?"

"I think that will be acceptable. I must remark on how well you appear to be doing. It's as if you do not struggle to maintain control any longer," Spock commented.

"It is true, I have gotten better. But I still have a long way to go," she nodded to both of them, "Thank you, Captain Kirk. I will see you this evening, Mr. Spock."

The two commanding officers nodded, and stepped into the turbo lift as Nova stepped out of it. The doors closed, and she made her way down the hall and into the Mess Hall. There were only a few people there, and they looked up at her curiously before returning to their conversations. She hovered awkwardly by the door for a moment, before striding up to the nearest table and the closest people.

"Hello. I am looking for Montgomery Scott. Do you happen to know his location?" she asked.

The young man sitting in front of her raised an eyebrow, his dark bangs falling into his eyes, "And who might you be? Definitely not a crewman. You aren't part of Starfleet. You're wearing what we usually wear in the gymnasium."

She tilted her head, "Would you prefer me to wear something else?"

"I'd prefer to know who the hell you are," he leaned back in his chair arrogantly, "You know, they should probably have security on you at all times."

She raised an eyebrow. This was a confrontation. And she wanted to avoid it, "Very well. If you do not know Montgomery Scott's location, I shall inquire elsewhere. Thank you for your time."

She inclined her head, and turned to go, but he called out, "What, leaving so soon? Aren't you gonna steal my DNA first?"

"That's enough, Ensign Johnson," called a thick Scottish accent.

Nova turned to see a man with dark hair and a red shirt striding toward them, his eyes boring into the young man at the table. Johnson stood at attention. The man gave him a critical look, "Now, I dinnae think that's any way to talk to a lady. No way to talk to a guest, neither. Why don't you apologize to the lass?"

Johnson pursed his lips and glared at Nova.

"Don't be blamin' the lass for your big mouth, Ensign. If ye would just learn ta close it, ye wouldn't find your foot in it."

"I'm sorry," Johnson said bitterly.

"That's better, lad. Now, get to your station. And ye can be sure that I'll be tellin' the captain of your behavior toward our guest, is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," said the ensign.

"Get a move on, then," the man jerked his head toward the door. Johnson gave Nova one last scathing look, then departed.

"Sorry about that, lass," the man said, turning to her and grinning, "Let me be the first to say that we all aren't rude."

"I appreciate your assistance," she smiled gratefully, "Perhaps you can help me? I am looking for a man named Montgomery Scott."

He saluted her with a wink, "At your service, lass."

"I see. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Nova."

"I've heard a lot about you, Nova," he said, and she could feel his excitement radiating through the entire room, "And I've been told to give ya a tour of the Enterprise."

"If it is not too much trouble. I understand that you may have duties to attend to," she said.

"What? And miss a chance to show you about the best starship in the entire universe? Not likely, lass," he said, "Come on. I'll give ya the grand tour!" He turned to lead the way.

She began to follow, "Thank you, Montgomery."

He halted in his tracks, and she bumped into him. He felt her emotions for a split second: confusion as to why he stopped. He turned to face her, "Listen, lass. I'll let you know, here and now, that you can call me Scotty. Everyone does. Only fittin' that you should, too. Dinnae nobody call me Montgomery except my own mother."

She nodded, "I am sorry, Scotty. I did not intend to offend you."

"No offence taken, lass. All my friends call me Scotty."

"Are we friends?"

"I think so," he grinned.

"But you do not know me," she pointed out.

"Aye, that's true. But better to start out friends than enemies."

She smiled, "You are quite wise, Scotty. I do believe we will be good friends."

"Oh, I think I'm going to like you, lass. You've got such an eye for wisdom," he said.

She laughed, and followed him out of Mess Hall excitedly.

McCoy rushed into sickbay, glancing at the clock as he did so. He had made it right on time, and he exhaled. Geoffrey M'Benga was there, and his eyebrow was raised.

"Usually, you're early, McCoy. Cutting it kind of close today, are we?" he asked good naturedly.

"Sorry, M'Benga. I got held up. Anything I need to know before I take over?" asked McCoy.

"Yes. Lieutenant Shulter was in here this morning. She wants you to look over some lab results from the plant life down on the planet. Something about healing properties and medicine. I looked over it, myself, and she really seems to be on to something. She wants your opinion."

"Great, I'll give it a look over. You're relieved, M'Benga."

"Thank you, McCoy. Are you feeling alright?"

"Fine. Why?"

"You just look a little disheveled is all," he shrugged, and turned to leave sickbay. McCoy picked up a PADD and looked over what he missed. The doors to sickbay opened, and Diane and Christine walked into sickbay, the two of them laughing uproariously.

"Hello, Doctor McCoy," said Christine, smiling.

"Hello, Chris," he smiled at her, and then looked to Diane, "What are you doing here, Diane? You're not scheduled to be here today at all."

She gave McCoy the most innocent look she could muster, "I was just visiting with my dear friend, Christine."

"Well, Nurse Chapel and I actually have to work."

"Oh, yes. Because you're so busy," Diane looked around the empty sickbay.

He rolled his eyes. Then, he turned his back to them, only to hear them both giggling like mad.

"What is so amusin'?" he asked, putting the PADD down.

"Nothing, Doctor," said Diane, fighting back a grin with everything she had, "Just…"

"Just what?" McCoy said exasperated.

"Just…You don't usually put on your uniform backwards," Christine supplied.

"What?" he looked down at his own shirt, and gaped. The medical insignia was not on his chest. He cursed, and pulled off the blue shirt, revealing the black one he usually wore beneath it. The two women cackled maddeningly as he pulled his shirt on the right way. He glared at the pair of them.

"Don't give me that angry look, Len," said Christine.

"Yes, it's not Christine's fault you can't get dressed properly," said Diane.

"Ha-ha," he growled at them, "For your information, I was running a little behind today, and I rushed down here."

"You rushed? You mean, you didn't go check on our newest crewman?" teased Christine.

"He definitely escorted her to her quarters last night," Diane said, "But of course, I already told you about that, Christine."

McCoy felt his cheeks grow warm, "Nothin' to tell, Diane."

"Oh? Because you hovering over her for over 24 hours isn't worth mentioning? Because you refusing to be relieved until she woke up holds little significance?"

"As you said, Diane, I am 'the worst workaholic you know'. I don't like to leave a patient that comes into my care."

"Yes, but the only time you refuse to leave a patient is if it's Captain Kirk or Mr. Spock lying there," said Christine, grinning.

Diane nodded, "Exactly. You barely know this woman, Len. And you're already pullin' all nighters for her. I'm surprised you rushed down here before checking up on her."

McCoy hesitated for a moment before rolling his eyes, "You're seein things that aren't there, Diane."

Christine's sharp eyes did not miss McCoy's hesitation, "You did check up on her, didn't you? What time? Did you get there at the crack of dawn to look the poor girl over?"

"No, I didn't," he said, picking up the PADD again and looking over it, trying to ignore the two women.

Diane and Christine stared at him, then Diane spoke slowly, "Waaiit…."

McCoy did not look up and continued to read the reports from M'Benga's shift.

"Oh, wait just one minute. She was really distressed last night. And she seemed particularly attached to you," she turned to Christine, "I'm talking 'I-can't-look-away-or-else-you'll-disappear' attached. The same way people don't like being separated after a traumatic event."

Christine nodded her understanding, glancing at the doctor, whose back was to them, still looking down at the PADD determinedly.

"She didn't look like she was going to let him out of her sight. And," the smile that was on Diane Galen's face was similar to a child's on Christmas morning, "What if he never left her sight? What if he stayed in her sight all night?"

Christine gasped softly, the same smile appearing on her face. McCoy had stiffened noticeably, but did not turn to face them.

"Len, you didn't. You didn't, Len. You stayed in her room, didn't you?" Christine asked, the pitch in her voice rising.

Diane waited, her glee practically tangible. Christine stared at McCoy's back. He took a breath, then turned, "Look, it's not what you-"

Diane screamed triumphantly, "Oh my god! You DID! You DID!"

"Would you-" he looked around hastily, glancing at the door to sickbay, "Would you keep your voice down, Diane? It's not what you think."

"The blush on your face says otherwise," Diane said, much quieter, but still with that same delight.

"Look, she had a traumatic nightmare. Her kind don't sleep and they don't dream. She believed it to be reality. She was really shaken up about it, and she asked if I could stay with her, and I told her that I would. That's all," McCoy insisted, his cheeks still crimson.

"She asked you to stay?" Christine asked.

"Yes. What does it matter?" McCoy threw up his hands, "Could we just stop talking about this?"

"Think about this, Leonard. She asked you to stay. It wasn't the other way around. You didn't offer. She wanted your company. Whether you want to see it or not, you aren't just another person on this ship to her. You matter to her. She cares about you. And you care about her, don't you?" Christine said, her eyes widening slightly, "You honest to god care about her. She matters to you."

McCoy's blush deepened slightly, "That's not-"

"She means more to you than most people, and you barely know her," said Diane softly, "I don't think I've ever seen you fall for anyone in all the time I've known you. And here is this being, and she just fascinates you, doesn't she?"

"Look, Ah'm a doctor, not a lover," McCoy stated firmly, "There is nothing like that there between Nova and me. Ah am the first person she met when she changed form, so ah'm the one she trusts. And a lot of people on the ship are fascinated by her. Jim, Spock, Uhura; all of them have expressed an interest in her. Ah don't see you going to them with claims like this."

"None of them spent the night with her," Diane pointed out.

Christine smiled at him warmly, "Why are you so afraid of acknowledging it? You won't even consider the possibility that there may be something there."

"Because there isn't, Chris. And there won't be."

"Why?"

McCoy, frustrated now, snapped "Because of lots of different reasons, Chris. Now, can we please stop talking about it? We've got work to do."

Diane and Christine gave each other a startled look. They had just started out as teasing, but the conversation had turned very real all of a sudden. McCoy was clearly uncomfortable with what they were saying. Whether it was because it was true or not true, they didn't know.

"I'll leave you to it," Diane said, giving Christine a pointed 'you-call-me-if-you-get-something-out-of-him' look. Christine nodded, and Diane left sickbay. The silence between the nurse and the doctor stretched on for lengthy minutes.

"Leonard, if you want to talk about it, I-"

"Nurse Chapel, we are already behind with our work, and I would appreciate it if you would look through supplies and see what we need ordered when we dock at the next Starbase," McCoy said, stiffly.

Christine noticed the return to formality, and she sighed. She wasn't going to get anything more out of McCoy right now, "Yes, Doctor. Of course."

"And here is the Shuttle bay!" Scotty said, showing her the large room with three crafts inside it.

"Fascinating," she marveled, "May we enter one?"

"I thought ye'd never ask," he bounded toward the one with Galileo printed on the side. The door to the shuttle opened, and she stepped inside. It was, essentially, a miniaturized ship. She sat in the pilot's seat eagerly, gauging all the buttons and devices.

"How does one pilot a shuttlecraft?" she asked.

"Ah, it's quite simple, lass," he said, and he walked her through the mechanisms and protocol.

She listened eagerly, absorbing all that she could, asking "This is a decently sized craft. One could fit about six or seven people in it comfortable, I assume?"

"Now you're gettin' it, lass!" he exclaimed, "And if that tickles your interest, you'll be delighted to know that I've saved the best part of the tour for last. I'm gonna take you to Engineering."

Her eyes sparkled, "I would be most pleased to see it, Scotty."

They left the Galileo and stepped out of the Shuttle bay. Scotty led the way down to Engineering, "Now, in all honesty, I'm not supposed to show you Engineering without the Captain's explicit okay. But I consider the okay given, as he did ask me to give you a tour. And what's a tour without seeing the heart and soul of this lovely lass?" He looked at the walls around them affectionately.

"You are very fond of the Enterprise," she observed.

"Aye, ye could say that, lass," he said, "Keep faith in a ship and she'll never let ya down, that ye can be sure of."

"Scotty, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course," he said.

"What is living on a starship like? What is it like to encounter new beings constantly? What is it like to explore, to discover more than you ever believed to be possible?"

"Oh, there ain't nothin' like it, lass," he said softly, "Makes me feel alive. It's why I do it. It's why Starfleet exists. We discover new life and new worlds."

"But why? Why not be content with what you know?"

"If man were meant to be content with what we know, we wouldn't have advanced past the dark ages," he said, "We wouldn't have doctors as skilled as McCoy, or scientists like Mr. Spock. If we settled to keep things as they are, we would never advance. But I suppose a race such as yours doesn't feel such desires?"

She shook her head, "For the most part, no. We can ascertain all we need to know, and are more in touch with space and our surroundings than the development of other cultures. But there are a few on my planet who desire the same thing you do."

"And I take it you're one of them?" he grinned mischievously at her.

She smiled back, "Of course. Hence my desire to learn all that I can."

The doors to Engineering slid open, and the hum of the engines vibrated through Nova's very heart, "Welcome to Engineering."

After a very detailed tour of Engineering, Scotty led her back to the Mess Hall, "Lass, why didn't you tell me you hadn't eaten?"

"In all honesty, I was much too eager to see the ship. And I was not hungry in the slightest," she said, her head spinning.

"Engineering to Mr. Scott," said a voice. Scotty made sure Nova was sitting before he tapped the comm on the wall, "Scott here."

"Sir, we need you down here. Those blips of energy from the planet seem to be affecting the engines. Everything still within normal parameters, but we'd thought you want a look."

"I'll be right down. Scott out," he crossed back to Nova, "Are you gonna be alright?"

"I will be perfect once I have eaten. Although, if we could not mention this to Leonard? He tends to…" she searched for a word.

"Worry like a mother hen, yes I know."

"I shall be alright. Please, attend to Engineering. Thank you very much for the tour, Scotty. I look forward to seeing you again."

"And I you, Nova," he smiled.

With that, he departed, and she ordered some food from the replicators. She had biscuits and Plomeek soup again, as it was something that she knew she enjoyed. Once she had finished eating, she checked the time. It was already 1500 hours. She couldn't believe how much time she had spent with Scotty. She fidgeted in her seat, feeling restless. She wanted to do something. She wanted to move, she wanted to talk. And she could feel something coursing within her; something new.

'Now what?' she thought to herself. She tapped her fingers on the table. She heard the steady tap tap from her fingers accompanied by a faint rattling noise. Her bowl was moving slightly, back and forth, in succession with her tapping. She stopped tapping and looked around. The Mess Hall was empty. She looked back at the bowl, and tapped again. The bowl moved. She swiped her hand across the table. The bowl flew off it and into the wall. She cried out in alarm, and stared. She took in a calming breath, and stared at the bowl on the floor, which had miraculously not shattered. Holding out a trembling hand, she focused on the bowl. She felt a tingling sensation flow into her arm, and the bowl trembled. She could feel a current of power running through her. She tried to push it outward. The bowl began to rise into the air, shakily. Eyes wide, she pulled the power back toward her, and the bowl came with it, slowly but surely. It reached her table, and she released it. It clattered on the smooth surface and stood completely still. She stared at the bowl, then at her own hand. What had just happened?

Thinking hard, she wondered what this could mean. Surely this was much more than just telepathic abilities. She could feel the fear pumping through her chest. Was it already happening? Was she running out of time?

Uhura and Christine were walking toward Mess Hall together, "And he's been quiet all day, Christine?"

"He's been downright silent, Nyota," said Christine, shaking her head, "Honestly, Diane and I were just teasing him, but it got very serious very fast. Now, I don't know what to think. Is it possible that he really does care about her more than he lets on?"

"I've seen plenty of people fall hard and fast. Look at yourself, for instance," Uhura smiled knowingly at her.

Christine blushed, "Now, we aren't talking about me, Nyota. We're talking about McCoy here."

"I understand that, but I'm reminding you that, when it comes to matters of the heart, sometimes there is no logical explanation," she smiled.

"I mean, I don't know what he's thinking, but I know something is troubling him. And I know that it centers around her."

"Christine, I've spoken with Nova, and she has nothing but respect for him. She genuinely cares about his emotional well-being. I think Doctor McCoy will need to come to terms with whatever he is feeling on his own, and no amount of prying will help," Uhura said.

They stepped into Mess Hall together, and saw Nova making her way toward the door hurriedly.

"Nova!" Uhura smiled at her, "Good to see you, sugar."

Nova halted, and said, "It is a pleasure to see you, as well, Nyota. How have you been?"

"Very well. Perhaps you'd like to join myself and Christine? We were just about to have some tea before returning to duty," Uhura smiled.

"I do not wish to intrude," said Nova, her eyes darting to the door behind them.

"Are you sure?" Christine asked, noticing the jittery woman, "You're more than welcome. And you look like you could use a cup of tea. Uhura told me that you like Rooibos, and that was a big surprise!"

Nova thought for a moment, then nodded, "Of course. I would like to have tea with you."

"Great! I'll grab the tea, you girls grab a table!" Uhura clapped her hands together, and headed for the replicators. Christine and Nova walked toward a table near the wall, and sat down across from one another.

"I don't believe I've properly introduced myself. My name is Christine Chapel. I'm a nurse here on the Enterprise," Christine offered Nova her hand. Nova took it, and Christine felt subtle distress from her.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Christine. I am Nova, the entity from the planet's surface. I recognize you from when I was first brought aboard. I am sorry for not saying anything to you then, but I was incapable of speech at the time."

"It's no trouble," Christine waved her hand in the air, "I understand. How are you enjoying life on the Enterprise so far?"

"It is very pleasant. So many things to see and learn. I am almost overwhelmed by sheer curiosity about everything here," Nova smiled.

Christine laughed, "A starship will do that to you, even if you knew about them before ever setting foot on one."

"Isn't that the truth?" Uhura chuckled as she sat in between the two women with three cups of steaming tea. She handed one to each woman, "As usual, ladies, a dash of honey already added for sweetness."

"Thank you, Nyota," said Nova.

"You're the best," Christine said as she inhaled the aroma.

The three women drank deeply, then Uhura spoke, "So, Nova, apart from us, the captain, Spock, and Doctor McCoy, have you met anyone else?"

"As a matter of fact, I have," said Nova, placing her cup on the table, but keeping hold of it, "I had the pleasure of meeting Scotty today. I asked if he would give me a tour of the Enterprise, and he did so."

"Oh, Nova, I bet he loved that," said Uhura, smiling warmly.

"Yeah, Scotty loves to brag about the Enterprise," Christine said, "I bet he warmed right up to you."

"Warmed up to me? I did not increase his body temperature, to my knowledge," Nova said, tilting her head to the side.

Christine suddenly giggled, "Oh, that's precious."

Uhura nudged Christine, and Nova looked from one to the other, "Fascinating. That was the same reaction Diane Galen had. Does it have any significance?"

Christine shook her head, "No, Nova. That was rude of me, I'm sorry. It's just- it's cute that you don't understand human idiosyncrasies. It's endearing." She took a sip of tea.

"Cute? Leonard also used that word to describe my reaction to eating something called gravy," said Nova.

Christine spat out her tea, "He what?!"

Nova jumped, startled by her sudden outburst. Uhura was also looking at Christine, taken aback by her friend's sudden exclamation.

"Sorry," Christine apologized again, "But he really said that? He called you 'cute'?"

"Yes," said Nova slowly, "Was that wrong of him?"

Christine gave Uhura a pointed look, and Uhura said, "Has he ever done anything like that before?"

"Before? I do not understand," Nova looked from one woman to the other.

"Has Len ever said anything like that before? Has he ever used any other words or phrases or done something that you didn't quite understand?" Christine pressed.

Nova sat, and thought, her eyes swirling in the torrent of different emotions. Her eyes flashed from blue with purple undertones, to brown with storms of red.

"I am uncertain of how much I should divulge in these matters. I do not quite understand the social etiquette of your society," Nova answered honestly, "I would not wish to share something that Leonard would prefer to be kept private."

"Anything you feel comfortable sharing," Uhura said, "You never have to say something you feel should be kept between you and someone else."

Nova looked at Christine, who nodded reassuringly. Nova took another breath, then, "Well…Leonard does call me 'darlin'. Is that significant?"

Christine bit her lip, "Possibly? He will sometimes call people that. It's a-"

"Term of endearment," Nova finished, "Yes, so he has said."

Uhura watched as Nova combed through her memories with McCoy. She must be wondering which ones she considered too intimate to share. Nova took a breath, then, "My first morning on the Enterprise, I discovered that I had gained telepathic abilities from Mr. Spock's DNA. Leonard helped to calm me down, the manner of which I believe I will keep to myself. But, when he departed to check on sickbay, he placed his lips on my hand for a moment before leaving."

Uhura's mouth fell open, and she closed it quickly. McCoy had kissed Nova's hand. And as Nova did not use the word "kiss", Uhura knew that Nova could not possibly know what that meant. Then again, that may have just been McCoy's southernly charm. Uhura exchanged another look with Christine, who nodded, giving Uhura the 'I'm-thinking-exactly-what-you're-thinking' look.

"And…how did that make you feel?" asked Christine.

Nova opened her mouth, then something flashed across her eyes, "I…am not certain."

"Anything else?" asked Christine.

Nova shook her head, "Not that I am willing to divulge."

Christine looked steadily at her. Nova returned the look, an eyebrow raised. Suddenly, Christine placed her hands on the table, her wide eyes locked with Nova's. Christine was very tense as she felt Nova's consciousness touch her own for a moment.

"Why do you believe that I am deceiving you, Christine?" she asked.

Uhura looked at Nova, "Are you inside her mind right now?"

"Absolutely not," said Nova, firmly, "Mr. Spock has said that a proper telepath does not enter the minds of others without express permission. I can merely feel Christine's emotions. Observe," she held a hand out to Uhura, and let it hover inches from her face, "I am not making contact with you, Nyota, but you sense my presence. You are aware that I am here. That is what Christine is feeling. I am sorry, Christine, I should have warned you. These abilities are very strong and I do not yet have full control over their intensity."

Christine nodded, "It's alright, Nova. I understand. Thank you for explaining it."

"What is it you believe me to be dishonest about?" Nova repeated.

"It's…it's not that, Nova. I just happen to know of something else that occurred between you and Len last night," Christine said quietly.

Uhura's eyes widened, and she leaned in, "What happened last night?"

Nova's face tinged slightly with pink, "Leonard told you?"

"No, of course not, no," said Christine hurriedly, "Believe me, he would never have told us in a million years. But Diane guessed what had happened based on your behavior from the previous night."

Nova drank her tea in silence for a minute.

"Nova, please understand that Leonard does not really share much about his personal life. There are times when I think he's more closed off than Spock. He's so good at getting other people to talk that he rarely talks about himself. I want you to know that he did not tell us anything that happened. All I know is that he spent the night in your quarters to comfort you."

Uhura's eyes widened, and she glanced from Nova to Christine. Christine decided to keep to herself the mention of potential feelings for Nova McCoy may have. That was not something to be discussed here. Nova looked at Christine, and gave a small nod of understanding. Christine sighed in relief.

"Do you like Leonard, sugar?" Uhura asked.

"Do I like him?" repeated Nova, "The way I like Plomeek soup?"

"No, no. Do you care about him?" asked Uhura.

Christine watched her long time friend, wondering if she could entice answers from Nova.

"Leonard is instrumental in my existence. I would not be here had it not been for him and Mr. Spock. He is important to me."

"Yes, but do you care about his well-being? What I'm saying is do you care how he is emotionally and physically?"

Nova was quiet, then said softly, "I do care about his well-being. It is important to me that he be safe and content. I…I could not stand to watch him be hurt."

Christine's eyes widened. So, not only was Leonard quite taken with Nova, but Nova felt that Leonard was very important to her. Christine watched Nova take another drink of her tea, and Christine mimicked her action absentmindedly. Christine knew that Nova had no real idea what Leonard meant to her, because she did not comprehend what a kiss was. Perhaps Nova did not even know what love was.

"Why don't we talk about something else?" Christine interjected brightly, raising her voice, "Uhura, why not sing a song?"

"Oh, I'm sure no one wants to-" Uhura began, but the other crewman in the Mess Hall responded enthusiastically. Uhura smiled, and stood up, setting her tea down on the table. She opened her mouth, and began to sing:

"Oh, on the starship Enterprise/ there's one with starlight in her eyes/ Whose pointed ears and peaceful guise/ could steal your breath from you." sang Uhura. Nova looked around, all eyes on her, and she pointed to herself, and Christine nodded. Nova smiled suddenly, giving Uhura her undivided attention.

"With one glance, she can hypnotize/ and you feel your heart start to rise/ her kindness you cannot not despise/ she'll steal your breath from you! And that's why she's a friend of ours/ endearingly a friend of ours/ brighter than the giant stars/ With exploring to do! Nova is a mystery/ a mystery, a mystery/ Nova is a mystery/ With exploring to do!"

Uhura finished singing, and smiled at Nova, who was grinning ear to ear. The crewmembers all clapped, Christine and Nova included. Uhura took a small bow.

"That was wonderful!" Nova exclaimed, "You are able to construct the song without any preparation. You have a keen ear for sound, Nyota!"

"Why, thank you, Nova!" she said, her face flushed. She glanced at the clock and jumped, "I was supposed to be back on the bridge five minutes ago. I gotta run. I'll see you both later!"

"I'll come with you, Uhura," Christine said, downing the last of her tea, "I need to head back to sickbay. Thank you for your time and company, Nova."

"Thank you both for yours," she said as the two rushed out of Mess Hall. She watched them leave, then rose and followed suit.

She headed through the ship's corridors, making her way down to one of the places Scotty had shown her. Ten minutes later, she was standing in front of the gymnasium.

Kirk strode down the corridor. Having finished his daily shift on the bridge, he decided to work off some steam in the gymnasium. He had a gnawing feeling in his gut about Starfleet's reaction to Nova. It wasn't like them to take so long to reply with a decision. Kirk was uneasy about it, and just needed to work out the tension. As he came to the gymnasium, he spotted Nova standing in front of its entrance.

"Nova!" Kirk called, approaching her.

She turned and smiled at him, "Hello, Captain. A pleasure to see you."

"And you," Kirk returned, "I was just going to work off some steam for a bit. Would you like to join me?"

"I do not wish to intrude, Captain," Nova said.

"Nonsense, it's no intrusion. Besides, I'd welcome the company," he gave her a winning smile. Nova smiled back, and nodded.

"Then, I gratefully accept your invitation. I, too, need to…work off some steam," she said, the phrase tumbling clumsily over her lips.

Together, they strode into the gymnasium together. Kirk left her to change into work out clothes. He returned in grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

"What do you typically do to…work off some steam?" asked Nova.

"Well, normally, I'd spar with another crewman," the captain said.

"I will spar with you, Captain," Nova offered.

He looked at her, taking in her physical form, "I…suppose we could give it a shot."

Nova nodded, "Please demonstrate proper sparring technique, Captain."

Kirk raised an eyebrow, "I mean, there are a few moves I could show you, but the purpose of sparring is to be spontaneous. To keep you on your feet, test your reflexes. Come, I'll show you."

Kirk stepped onto a wrestling mat, and she followed him. He held up his hands, and she mimicked him. They locked arms and began to grapple. They struggled momentarily, and Kirk got her in a grip, bringing her to the floor. She struggled to get out of it, but found that Kirk's hold was too well executed. She sighed, and acknowledged defeat. He released her, grinning.

"Sorry, about that," Kirk said.

She smiled, panting slightly, "Do not apologize, Captain. That was quite enjoyable. Let us try again?"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!" Nova got to her feet, and took a fighting stance. Kirk raised an eyebrow, and mirrored her movements. They grappled again, and Kirk began to overpower her. But Nova, turned and flipped the captain over her, so that he was lying flat on his back at her feet. She grinned.

"That was…" Kirk trailed off.

"Unexpected," Nova finished.

"That Vulcan strength coming in handy, I see."

"Is that good?" she asked.

Kirk nodded, and got to his feet, but he was grinning.

"Once more?" she asked him.

"You bet," he answered.

They went on and on in this manner, their battles longer and longer each time, both of them grinning like fools, both of them panting and exhilarated. They had progressed to full sparring now, throwing punches and kicks at each other. Kirk held back a bit. After all, he was a Starfleet officer with full military training. But in the heat of the moment, Nova took an unexpected swipe at him, and he blocked and retaliated instinctively, punching her square in the jaw. She fell down, hard, a startled cry escaping her lips. Her dark hair flew around her, and she instinctively grabbed her cheek. Kirk froze, panting, covered in sweat.

"Nova," he knelt down beside her, "Are you alright?"

She looked up at him, brushing her hair out of her eyes. A bruise was already starting to form, and her cheek was swollen. A trickle of blood trailed out of the corner of her mouth. Yet, she was smiling.

"I am quite well, Captain," she said, panting. She brought her hand across her mouth, noting the blood.

"Here," he strode across the mat and into an ice chest, pulling out an ice pack and walking back to her, "Put this on your cheek."

She placed it to her cheek, and flinched.

"It's cold, but it'll help with the swelling," Kirk said, gripping her under the arm and hauling her to her feet. He guided her to a bench against the wall, where they sat.

"I'm sorry, Nova. I didn't mean to go full out like that," Kirk said.

Nova shook her head, "Do not apologize, Captain. This merely means that your reflexes are not only better than mine, but are superb."

Kirk chuckled, "You're certainly taking a right cross pretty well."

"Right cross? I shall have to remember that and return the favor, should we spar again," Nova said.

"If you'd like, we could head to sickbay," Kirk suggested.

Nova shook her head, "Unnecessary, Captain. I believe I shall be alright. There is very little pain."

There was a pause. There was silence, then Kirk spoke.

"Nova, have you always enjoyed sparring?"

"This is my first attempt," Nova said simply, "I did not have a physical form, so there was no sparring."

"But you did enjoy it?"

"I did. You are a very challenging opponent, Captain."

He sighed, and looked at her, "You keep calling me 'Captain'. Why is that?"

"Because you are the captain, Captain. It would be rude to call you anything other than your title."

"Yes, perhaps when I'm on duty, but I'm not. Call me 'Jim'."

Nova looked at him curiously, "I am unsure. There is little I know of social etiquette. I do not want to call you 'Jim' should the situation call for 'Captain' instead."

He chuckled, "You're almost as bad as Spock. He wouldn't call me Jim, either. But it's alright. If you call me 'Jim' in a serious scenario, I won't think any different of you."

"But your crew might, Captain," said Nova, still holding the ice pack to her face, "They may be…disgruntled by my casual reference to you."

Kirk studied Nova for a moment, then said, "That seems oddly specific. Did something happen with a member of my crew?"

Nova blinked, her eyes glowing, "I do not wish to cause confrontation. It was just a disagreement with an ensign."

"Johnson? Yes, Scotty contacted me, and let me know. I'll be having a few words with him," said Kirk.

"I do not believe that is necessary, Captain," Nova began, but Kirk cut her off.

"Crewman of a flagship need to learn to control whatever personal bigotry they may possess. We meet new beings often, and can't afford to be offended by something we don't understand."

Nova nodded her understanding, but Kirk could see the uneasiness behind her eyes. Whatever Johnson said to her must have really stung. Then, she spoke.

"Captain…do members of your crew believe that I wish to steal their DNA? Was Ensign Johnson referring to my using Mr. Spock's and Leonard's DNA as thievery?" Nova asked him, her eyes boring into his hazel ones.

"Some people have a harder time understanding the methods of which a person came to be," said Kirk, "But that doesn't mean that they won't understand in time. Despite all our advancements as a race, we still have bigotry in our society."

He stared off in the distance. Nova regarded him for a moment, noting how impressive he looked.

"The Federation's job is to seek out new life and create peaceful bonds with the beings we encounter. And sometimes, we fail," Kirk stood up and walked toward a window in the gymnasium, staring at the planet below, "Even when potential knowledge of how the universe came to be is at our fingertips, we elect to ignore it." Nova could feel the captain's frustration, the bitterness in his voice. Perhaps he was referring to Starfleet's hesitance regarding her presence on the ship. "We have people like you with galaxies in their eyes, dying to see the universe, but we choose to ignore that in an effort not to interfere."

Nova stood slowly, leaving the icepack on the bench and followed Kirk. Standing beside him on his right, she spoke, "In the grand scheme of things…Is it important to know how the universe came to be? I mean, there will always be that question, that curiosity of 'Where did we all originate from?' but…is it not better to focus on the future? To focus your energies into making those new encounters with different species? I was not there at the moment of the universe's creation, so I cannot satisfy any of your questions in that matter. I can tell you that, from the moment my existence began, I have wanted to know simply if there was more than what I felt around me." She paused for a moment, then said, "If people like me have the galaxies in our eyes, then people like you have galaxies in your heart. Because without good leaders like you, there is no way contact with any species could be made. Because you have the galaxies in your heart, Captain, is what makes you different from those who would choose to pass us by."

Kirk turned from the planet to Nova, who was staring at the stars just visible along the planet's edge. He smiled, "Are you saying that it does not matter where a person or race comes from?"

"Are you implying that where a person or race comes from defines them? Or is it what they choose to do after that determines who they are?" she met his gaze, "If you found out you came from hatred, would you let that determine your actions? Even if it was eons ago? Because, from what I have seen, you are the type of man who does what he believes to be right for everyone, even at his own expense."

Kirk was silent for a moment, "And you gathered all that from sparring with me?"

"From sparring with you, observing your crew, feeling what they feel toward you. The unconditional loyalty that is not pledged to Starfleet, but to you, Jim," she smiled, "To feel all of that, it is almost as if I have known you for years."

Kirk returned her smile, "Thank you, Nova."

She nodded, "You are welcome, Jim."

Kirk placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling a momentary surge of companionship emanating from Nova, and said, "I think we should spar again soon."

"I would enjoy that," said Nova simply, noting Kirk's comfort in her words.

Kirk nodded, and released her, heading toward the door, "Don't forget your engagement with Spock."

He left her, and she smiled. Striding over to the mirror, she looked at her own reflection. There was a bruise forming on her cheek, and she touched it. She winced. The captain didn't hold back when it came to sparring. She glanced at the clock, and raised an eyebrow. She had merely forty-five minutes before meeting McCoy. She headed back to her quarters to shower.

McCoy was finishing up in sickbay. His and Christine's shifts were over, and she had her eyes on the doctor.

"Doctor McCoy," said Christine, "I've finished with those reports you asked for."

"Thank you, Nurse Chapel. I'll have M'Benga look over them," he said, taking the PADD from her.

M'Benga strode into sickbay just then, the doors sliding closed behind him.

"Speak of the devil," McCoy said, handing the PADD to M'Benga, "It's been a relatively simple day. Riley might come in later for something to help him sleep."

"Alright," said M'Benga, "You enjoy your evening, McCoy. Christine."

Christine nodded. McCoy copied her, and strode out of sickbay. She followed him as he entered the turbo lift. The doors shut behind them.

"Deck 9," he said. The lift began to move.

Christine gripped the mechanism used to control the lift, "All stop."

The lift shuddered to a halt. Christine fixed McCoy with a look.

"Len, you've barely spoken two words today. Diane and I were just poking some fun at you. I don't need to remind you that you do it all the time. Where did we cross the line?" she asked.

He sighed heavily, "It's nothing, Chris."

"No, what we said obviously struck a nerve with you, Len. I'm sorry that we crossed the line. I just want to know why it affected you so. I care about you, Len," Christine said, placing a hand on his arm.

McCoy closed his eyes, and turned to look at Christine. She met his gaze firmly.

"You were fine until I mentioned the idea of something being there between you and Nova. Why?" she asked, hand still on his arm reassuringly.

"Because Chris, I barely know this woman. The idea of there being 'something there' is ridiculous," he said.

"As someone reminded me earlier today, 'plenty of people fall hard and fast. When it comes to matters of the heart, sometimes there is no logical explanation'. It doesn't always make sense, but that doesn't mean it isn't there," she insisted.

He shook his head, and reached for the mechanism that would send them on their way, but she grabbed his hand.

"Len."

"Look, Chris…Ah don't know what is going on. There is one thing Ah am certain of and it is that there will never be 'something there'." He ran his hand over his mouth.

"Why do you seem so sure of that? She adores you, Len. What makes you so certain-?"

"Because I meant what I said. I'm a doctor, not a lover. I am divorced and committed to those duties as a doctor. She is a new life form, and she doesn't need to be weighed down. She's young, Christine."

"Young? You believe that you're too old for her? She is at least two thousand years older than you."

"Maybe, but the reality is she is only a few days old in this new existence. And her existence is something extraordinary. An accident of the universe, changing one life form into another."

"So, you won't allow yourself to feel anything for her because you feel you aren't worthy of her?" Christine asked, furiously.

"She wants to explore the galaxy. She wants to learn all she can about the universe. She can't do that here," he said firmly.

"Here is perfect! What better place to explore than a starship?!"

"And how do you think Starfleet would react to us taking her along with us?! We've already violated the prime directive, Christine! Has it occurred to you that they may order us to drop her off at the nearest starbase? That she may end up being a prisoner in our world because of the actions we took down on the planet?"

"Leonard, you…you don't think they would? She's just starting out!"

"Her very existence is proof that we violated the prime directive," McCoy repeated.

She sighed, frustrated, "But even if that was not a factor, there could be something there. She adores you. She cares about you very much, and she doesn't even know how to put it into words. You're important to her, Len."

There was silence between them. McCoy smiled, "I appreciate you being concerned about me, Chris. But I'm telling you, it's not important."

"And you won't even allow yourself the slightest bit of hope that she might-"

McCoy shook his head, and Christine sighed sadly. She let go of his hand, and twisted the mechanism, "Deck 9."

Though she had finished showering, Nova was still letting the water run over her skin. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, thick and slick in the water. There was a certain enjoyment in her new body. She never knew that being able to feel water against her skin would cause her such delight, such tranquility. To elicit such strong emotions just from something as simple as physical touch…was unbelievable. She sighed contentedly, running her fingers over her face.

Her mind began to wander back to the incident with the bowl in the Mess hall. She looked at her hands, pruned slightly. Cupping her hands palm up, she allowed the water to gather in it. Then, she focused, and watched as the water floated upward, holding its form and hovering inches from her face. She waved her hand slightly and the water spun around. She gazed at it in wonder, smiling. She forced the ball to rise higher and higher, and watched it float above her. For a moment, she longed to join it. And she felt her own feet leave the shower floor. She gasped, startled. The water ball fell and hit the ground. She hit the ground moments before the water, crying out in alarm as she did so.

She raised herself into a sitting position, the water hitting her. Raising a shaking hand to her face, her mind raced. She had just discovered this ability a few hours ago, and it was already strong enough to control that that did not have a solid form. Her heart was pounding as she was forced to acknowledge that her abilities were growing. How much time she had before the inevitable, she did not know.

McCoy was sitting at the table in his quarters, reading over Lieutenant Shulter's research as he waited for Nova. She was ten minutes late. McCoy found himself tapping his finger on the table restlessly, Christine's words still buzzing in his head. He sighed, stood up, and began to pace. He had removed his medical tunic, and wearing a simple black shirt and pants. Christine had brought up some things he hadn't wanted to acknowledge at all. He had been perfectly content to ignore his emotions, to write off what he was feeling as an effect from having Nova's emotions run through him so often. But maybe it was more than that. Nova was an extraordinary being. Intuitive, inquisitive, and kind. And beautiful. He had to admit it to himself. Of all the beings he had ever encountered, she was the most breathtaking. McCoy had avoided examining it too closely, and maybe he had to acknowledge that he may…

There was a chime at the door, and McCoy jumped. He had been so lost in thought he had forgotten he was in his own quarters.

"Enter," McCoy called, running his hand over his mouth.

The doors slid open, and Nova stepped inside, saying in a slightly breathless voice, "Hello, Leonard. Please forgive my lateness."

He stared at her. Her hair looked slightly damp, and she was wearing black pants and a white shirt. Her face was slightly pink, and he could tell she must have run down here. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. McCoy smiled back. She tilted her head to the side and McCoy felt her consciousness reaching out to brush against his own. With everything that happened today with Christine and Diane, he shut her out of his mind, with an apologetic shake of his head. She doesn't need all of that heaped onto her, McCoy thought. She drew back from his mind apologetically, but he found that she had lowered her walls so that her emotions filled the air around them, and he could still feel what she felt. McCoy felt a small lump rise in his throat, and he swallowed, smiling at her. Even when he wasn't receptive, she still bared all she was in front of him. Christine's words drifted back to him 'She adores you. She cares about you very much, and she doesn't even know how to put it into words. You are important to her, Len'.

"Are you alright, Leonard? You seem preoccupied," she took a step forward into the light, and McCoy could feel her concern.

He shook his head again, "I'm alright, darlin'. Just a rough day today," he looked at her, and noted the bruising on her face, then asked "What the hell happened to you?"

He stepped toward her, and tilted her face up and away, angling her cheek in the light so he could see it, "It looks like someone punched you, Nova."

"Yes. Jim called it a 'right-cross'," said Nova.

"Jim?" McCoy registered the use of Kirk's given name, and was surprised, "You call Jim 'Jim'?"

"He insisted. And the bruise is nothing, Leonard. It will fade. Jim and I were merely sparring, and he reacted faster than I did. That is all," she said soothingly.

"I don't see any swelling near the eye, or cuts on the lips. Any cuts on the inside of your cheek?"

"There was minimal bleeding that has long since ceased, Leonard," Nova put a hand on his, lowering it away from her face, but continuing to hold it, "I am alright. I can take a 'right-cross'."

He smiled at her, "Alright…I'm sure you're starving. What are you achin for?"

She thought, then, "Something new. Surprise me."

"As you wish," he said, mock bowing, and holding out his arm, "May I escort you to your seat?"

"You may," she said, mock courtesy-ing back, taking his arm.

He pulled out her chair for her and she sat. Once settled, he pushed her chair in, and walked toward the replicators. Punching a few buttons, he waited, then turned with two bowls of jambalaya over steamed rice. He placed one in front of Nova, then one at his place, sitting behind it.

"This is not gravy, is it?" she asked apprehensively.

He laughed genuinely, "No, darlin'. This is jambalaya. It has a little of this and that in it. It's nothin' like gravy, I promise."

Tentatively, she picked up her fork and scooped up a bite. She looked at McCoy, and McCoy could feel her unease. He nodded at her, and she took a bite. Slowly she chewed, and a smile spread across her face.

"This is amazing," she grinned.

McCoy began to eat as well, "Well, at least I know you like some Earth foods."

There was a beat of silence, then, "So, apart from sparring with the captain, what else did you do today?"

Nova lit up and launched into a detailed account of her tour of the ship with Scotty. She discussed the ensign who had been rude to her, and Leonard made a note to ask Jim if he did talk to Johnson about it. Then, she discussed her time with Uhura and Christine.

"And Nyota has the best singing voice, did you know that, Leonard? I do not think I have ever heard a voice sound so beautiful before. And she made up a song about me! It was fascinating!"

McCoy watched her face light up as she talked about it, "You seem to be making some friends on the Enterprise."

"Oh, I hope so. I would be honored should they consider me to be a friend," she said excitedly. Then, she looked at him, and turned serious, "You seem much more light-hearted now. I can feel it. You are not as tense as when I first arrived. Christine was worried about you."

At the mention of Christine, he tensed visibly, and he cursed himself. He knew that Nova had seen, and had probably felt, him react to her name.

"Is Christine the source of your tension, Leonard?"

"I…" he looked into her eyes, and she was giving him a calculated expression, the different colors of the galaxies fluctuating in her eyes. He sighed, "Yes, but it's fine."

"Christine did seem most concerned about you. She seemed interested in the fact that you once called my actions 'cute'."

McCoy, who had been drinking water, choked, and coughed, "What?"

Nova stared at him, "When you said that my disliking gravy was 'cute'. She seemed fascinated by it and-"

"Nova, did you really tell her that?" McCoy groaned, placing his elbow on the table and leaning into his hand.

"I did…I am sorry," she said, sounding deeply apologetic.

There was silence. And McCoy could feel her guilt and nervousness.

"I am sorry," she offered again, even more sincerely.

"No, Nova, I'm sorry, it's fine. It's just…Christine tends to tease me about things like this. Did you, uh, happen to tell her anything else?"

"I mentioned one other thing to her," Nova said, hesitantly.

"What was it?" he asked, dreading the answer. The lullaby? The touches that have passed between them? The nightmare?

"It is difficult to explain. May I?" she stood up, and he followed her. She brought his hand to her cheek, and he could feel his heart racing, "You did this," she put her hand over his, and guided it to her mouth, pressing her lips against his fingers lightly. Electricity shot through him, and he felt Nova shiver. Again, he could not tell if these were his own emotions, or hers. He didn't say anything, lost in thought.

"I did not tell her anything else, for I did not feel as if anything else was for others. I feel as though there are some things we have experienced that are just for you and me. Am I correct?" asked Nova.

Again, McCoy remained silent, so Nova asked, "Does that action have a name, Leonard?"

He swallowed, cleared his throat and said, "Yes, it does."

She looked at him expectantly, and he knew there was no way he could get out of this one.

"It's called a kiss."

"A kiss?" she repeated, "What is its purpose?"

"Different things," he said, evasively.

"I do not understand."

"No…I suppose you wouldn't," he sighed, "Think of it like this. What purpose does this serve?" he reached out, and placed his hand just below her jaw line, caressing her cheek with his thumb. She leaned into it and smiled, humming softly, her eyes closed. McCoy felt his heart leap and found he could not take his eyes off her.

"I cannot explain it," she said softly, "Comfort? Reassurance? Just…that you are there, all is well, and it means hello and goodbye. It is 'Are you alright?' and 'I am fine' wrapped into one. I cannot articulate what it means. But I do feel its meaning."

"A kiss can be like that," his voice was just as soft.

She nodded, "I understand."

They stared at each other, each lost in their own thoughts. McCoy could see the wheels turning in her mind, and he knew that she was trying to analyze how a kiss differed from a touch. She was still leaning into his touch, and McCoy licked his lips nervously.

"Nova…" he started.

"Leonard?" she returned.

"I…" he looked into those everlasting eyes, then let his arm fall from her face and he sighed, "I brought you down here to talk about your likes and dislikes, and I haven't even bothered to ask about them."

"Oh," she said, and her heart, which had been racing just moments ago, sank. Why she felt that way, she did not know. "Of course, Leonard. And I wish to hear about your likes and dislikes."

"You first. What do you dislike?"

She walked back to the table, thinking, and sat down. He cleared their plates, and sat down opposite her, hands on the table, waiting for her reply.

"Gravy," she said, finally. There was a beat of silence, then McCoy began to chuckle. Slowly, it crescendoed into something of a belly laugh. He laughed and laughed, and Nova felt her own heart leap at the sound, "Also, I do not enjoy getting hit in the face."

McCoy laughed even harder, tears in his eyes. She found herself laughing with him, and soon, both of them were laughing hysterically, unable to catch their breath or look at each other. Finally, after about two minutes of this, both were breathless, and smiling from ear to ear. If the power to make him exude such giddiness existed within Nova, then she knew that she would do anything and everything in her power to utilize it.

"Of course, you don't have many likes or dislikes, you haven't experienced enough," McCoy said, wiping his eyes.

"What are some of your dislikes, Leonard?"

"Well, that pointed eared hob-goblin can get on my nerves from time to time," he said, "Paperwork can be daunting. I dislike disease. I mean, that seems obvious, because I'm a doctor, but sometimes being a doctor means making the hard choices. When to keep fighting, and when to let go. It's tough."

Nova nodded, completely engrossed in his words. She found that he could be talking about anything, and she wanted to listen and learn. McCoy continued.

"I dislike not having the skills or knowledge to help someone who is hurt. I'm adamant that even the best doctors can learn a thing or two."

"What are some of your likes?" she asked.

"I like being a doctor. I like arguing with Spock, though you'll never get me to admit it ever again," he warned, and she smiled, "I like my life on the Enterprise. I like a good book."

She smiled, a contentedness spreading through her body, "Ask me."

"Ask you what?"

"Ask me what I like."

He raised an eyebrow, a smile pulling the corners of his mouth, "What do you like, darlin'?"

She closed her eyes, took a breath, "I like everything my life has been since a few days ago. I like the way water feels on my skin. I like listening to Nyota sing to the crew. I like rooibos tea. I like Vulcan Plomeek soup. I like talking with Nyota and Jim and Christine. I like sparring with Jim. I like the stars. I like trees down on the planet. I like the Enterprise. And…" she reached across the small table, and placed a hand on his, "I like you, Leonard. I like talking to you, and listening to you. I like hearing you breathe. I like the way we interact. I like that you are full of surprises."

"Me?" McCoy could barely get the word out, he was so taken aback by this sudden onslaught of kindness, "You're the new entity with telepathic and empathic abilities. I'm just an old country doctor."

She shook her head, "And that is precisely it. You do not see it. You do not see how invaluable you are. You are important, Leonard McCoy. To the universe and to myself."

She squeezed his hand, and he could feel her emotions pouring through him. Because of the physical contact, she could feel a whirlwind of emotions from McCoy: gratitude, flattery, amazement, fear, and something else she cannot quite place. An emotion she cannot define. It's there, and it's big, but it's unreachable. McCoy gripped her hand back.

Nova glanced at the clock, and jumped, "Oh, is that the time? Leonard, I am sorry, but I must go. I am to meet with Spock for meditation."

McCoy seemed taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Of course, darlin'. Thank you for joining me for dinner."

They both stood, "Thank you for having me, Leonard. I enjoyed it. Let us have dinner more often."

"I'd like that," he said sincerely.

They stood there, staring at each other. Nova could feel him wondering at why she hadn't taken her leave yet. McCoy smiled at her. Nova looked at him, that smile still on his face, his eyes dancing. She wanted to convey her emotions, but did not know how. She didn't know enough about human customs and interactions to know different ways of saying that she would see him again soon. So, she did the only thing she did know how to do. She stepped up to him, and reached up; one hand at the base nape of his neck, the other just beneath his jawline, thumb caressing his cheek in what she had come to accept as their way of communicating. She held him for a moment like that, then nodded, and strode from his quarters, hearing the door swish shut behind her. She headed to Spock's quarters as quickly as she could.

"Enter," called the calm voice of Spock.

Nova stepped inside his quarters, and felt the warm air overtake her. She sighed contentedly, noting that the temperature at which Spock kept his quarters was almost as pleasant as her own.

"Good evening," said Spock, standing in the middle of the room.

"Good evening, Mr. Spock," Nova replied, "Thank you for taking the time to help me."

The Vulcan nodded, then, "First, I must inquire, have any new abilities formed since the last time I spoke with you about this three days ago?"

Nova felt herself tense, "Why would you ask that?"

"I have hypothesized that, based on the rate at which your powers expanded from the moment you stepped onto the Enterprise, and based on the fact that your people tend to be made up of energy, not solid mass, your powers could continue to increase exponentially. Am I correct?"

Nova hesitated, then resigned to the fact that Spock may be the only one who is able to help her, "Yes, that seems to be the case. I appear to have developed telekinetic capabilities in addition to my telepathic and empathic abilities."

Spock raised an eyebrow, "Indeed? What have you moved with your mind and when did it began?"

"It began roughly 5.2 hours ago," she estimated, "It started with a bowl, and it was by accident. Then, it was a little bit of water. And myself."

"You were able to lift yourself?"

"Yes."

"Could you demonstrate?"

Nova looked uneasy, "I did myself by accident, Mr. Spock. I doubt I can control it well enough to-"

"It is alright. I merely wish to see you attempt it," Spock said, sitting in a chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin.

Nova nodded, and focused on herself, closing her eyes. She felt that current of power flow through her. And she let her mind wander back to the shower, how the water had floated so effortlessly, and how she longed to join it in the air. Slowly, shakily, she felt her feet leave the floor. She hovered for a moment or two, then opened her eyes. She met Spock's brown orbs, and she felt her concentration break. She landed on her feet this time, but not gracefully.

"Fascinating," said Spock softly.

"What do I do, Mr. Spock? How do I control it?" she asked.

"The same way you will control your other abilities. Mediation, discipline, and practice," Spock indicated that she should join him, and she sat in the chair on the other side of the table, "Now that your abilities are getting more powerful, you must practice using them to keep them under control. It is similar to having a pet."

"What is a pet?" asked Nova.

"An animal companion that one cares for. Most Terrans tend to favor dogs: a four legged canine," Spock added, and Nova made a mental note to research more about dogs, "You cannot expect the dog to be well behaved without disciplining it and teaching it. If you let the dog run wild, it will be impossible to control. Abilities like this are very much the same. That being said, I would like you to practice for forty minutes a day with your new telekinetic abilities."

She nodded, "Understood, Mr. Spock."

There was a beat of silence between them.

"You seem to be exhibiting control over your emotions," said Spock.

"As are you," she teased, and smiled.

He raised an eyebrow, "I am a Vulcan. Vulcans are always in control of their emotions."

"Why is that?"

Spock tilted his head to the side, "It is logical."

"Have Vulcans always been like that?" she asked.

"Back in ancient times, the Vulcans were a violent and emotional people, ruled solely by their passions. During the Time of the Awakening, Surak led the Vulcan people to a more logical way of thinking. Since then, we have rid ourselves of emotion, our thoughts dictated by pure logic."

Nova nodded, "And you are Vulcan?"

"I am."

"Why do you serve with humans if you are a creature that functions based on logic? Where is the logic in that?" she asked.

Nova felt the Vulcan withdraw, and she hastily said, "Forgive me, for my bluntness or rudeness, Mr. Spock. All I have encountered with alien life is human. I just wished to understand: if Vulcans are so different, why would you want to serve with humans?"

Spock gave her a calculated look, then replied, "Starfleet was an opportunity for me to explore, not only the sciences of the Federation, but the science and unknown of new species and life. It is something that I could not have had on Vulcan."

Nova could tell that she was pressing him. Out of all the people on board the Enterprise, Spock was the hardest for her to read. It wasn't just his telepathic barriers; he was a complicated person. The emotions she could feel were convoluted. She couldn't distinguish one from another. And she did not know him well enough to read his body language. Kirk might know him well, McCoy, too. But she was utterly at a loss at how to talk to this person.

"If you have no further inquiries, I would like to request permission to form a light mind meld with you in order to accurately educate you on mediation and to see how strong your mental barriers have become," Spock said.

She nodded, "Of course."

He reached across the table, and she leaned forward. He pressed his fingers to the now familiar points on her face, and reached his consciousness out to hers. She received him openly, and they were one.

Spock noted that her mind felt different from the last mind meld. The essence had remained the same, but the presence was different. She was still a torrent of emotions, but those emotions seemed to be placed inside a jar, still swirling, but unable to affect him. There was very little fear in her mind, and she greeted him warmly. Her essence was still full of light, stronger than any he had ever encountered. Indeed, she reminded him a lot of McCoy's mind. The Doctor's essence was like that of a super nova: full of life and light. As the thought about the doctor crossed their minds, an image of McCoy reaching out swam to the surface of Nova's mind. He felt the jar of emotion open, and a flood of emotion surged across their minds: confusion, comfort, compassion. Spock began to examine it, but Nova quickly took it and tucked it behind a closed door.

"I would prefer that you not examine my interactions with Leonard," Nova said.

Spock acquiesced, and backed away from the closed door. Nova relaxed, and the jar was closed once more.

"I am impressed that you are able to control yourself to this extent," Spock acknowledged.

"That is high praise coming from you, Mr. Spock," she said.

"I am forced to wonder how you were able to achieve this," Spock mused.

Nova did not reply, and Spock felt a ripple of guilt run across her mind, "I am afraid I cannot tell you that, Mr. Spock."

"Why?"

"I cannot tell you why. But know that there is no threat to the Enterprise or her crew," Nova reassured him.

There was a beat, then, "I will have to inform the Captain."

"Understood," she said.

Another beat.

"To fortify your walls, you must remove emotion, and focus on being rational," Spock said as though they had not just danced around a secret, "A quiet space is ideal for mediation. For now, I would like to gauge how strong your mental capacity is against someone else. I am aware that, when emotional, your abilities multiply in strength, but there is less control. Can you see the door within my mind?"

Nova watched as a door appeared in front of her, "Yes."

"I would like you to attempt to open it."

"Mr. Spock, you were the one who said that I was to never force myself where I am not wanted."

"And so I did, however, there is nothing of real significance behind this door, and it is information you have access to, if you had read the profiles of the crewmember, which I do not believe you have. I wish to see how strong you are. Attempt to break through the door, but attempt to do so without the aid of emotion. This will only make you stronger and increase your control."

Nova walked up to the door , and turned the handle. It didn't move. She pulled, hard. It did not budge. She huffed angrily, cleared her mind, and focused on the lock. She forced the mechanism to shift with her new telekinetic abilities, as though a key was being inserted. There was a click and she reached for the knob. This time she could turn it. Smirking, she went to pull it open, only to be thwarted again. It was as though someone was standing on the other side of the door, holding it shut. She pulled hard, and it shuddered, but did not open. She tried every calm and collective idea and trickery she could think of. But the door wouldn't budge.

"Do you expect me to be able to open the door?" she asked, irritated.

"No. In fact, I'd be astonish if you were able to," came the calm reply, "I merely wish to see your strengths. I can sense that you are holding back. Why?"

"I do not wish to overwhelm you. Whether you know it or not, you are underestimating me. I advise against that, if you really wish for me to try. That is for my safety as much as yours."

Spock raised an eyebrow, "You believe you can get through the door?"

"This particular door? Yes. The doors deep within your mind that you have given me no permission to examine? No. You are, by far, a more skilled telepath than I. However, I feel as if I could be more powerful. Power is not everything, and without skill, it may as well be nothing. But I feel that the power would catch you off guard."

"And you know this to be fact?" asked Spock.

"It is…a hypothesis," she said.

"Very well. Please attempt to break through the door once more."

She took a step back, and faced the door. She could feel the bit of information hidden behind it, and she could feel his defenses rising slightly. She shrugged. She had warned him. Suddenly, her eyes glowed bright and white, and she focused her entire mind on the door. It buckled for a moment, and then pushed back. She wrestled with it, pulling it back splinter by splinter, crushing each piece as she did so. She could feel the brief flicker of panic from the Vulcan, and then his defense turned to offense, and he lashed out mentally, trying to keep her at bay. But she had caught him off guard, and parried his blows easily. Finally, she shattered the door, obliterating its defenses, and latched onto the information behind the door. It was a memory of a kind woman with blonde hair and bright eyes. She had a warm smile, and she was looking at Nova with the kindest expression.

"This is your mother," Nova said.

Spock acknowledged.

"Your human mother," Nova marveled, reaching out to touch the woman. She faded before she could reach her, and Nova did not seek her out in Spock's mind. He had requested that she get past the door, and she had. She would not push further into his mind.

"Yes," said Spock, "How did you manage to break through the door?"

"It is difficult to explain. But perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I am a few millennia older. It may seem as though I can break through the rest of your mind, but you will find that is not true in the slightest. You were not very secretive about that fact. The mind is a powerful thing, I am learning. If you do not want information found out, there are ways to keep it hidden."

There was a pause, then, "What is her name?"

"Amanda Grayson," he replied.

"She is very beautiful."

"Yes."

She looked to him, thousands of questions pouring from her mind. Spock disregarded them all, in order to continue with his lesson.

"You will now attempt to keep me from your mind. Please think of something- a piece of information or a memory- and keep it behind a door. I will attempt to open it. If it gets to be too much of a strain, do not attempt to keep fighting."

She nodded, then cast her mind around for a memory. She decided on her recent discussion with Captain Kirk. She focused specifically on what she had said to him: "If people like me have the galaxies in our eyes, then people like you have galaxies in your heart". She locked it away, and built up her walls as best as she could, trying to emulate Spock's defenses.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

She nodded. And there was a sudden pressure on her mind, a pushing sensation. She pushed back, but then there was a sharp needle in her mind. She gasped, and drew back. The door began to crack, and she quickly tried to fortify it. But Spock's presence in her mind was clear, and he dug as expertly as he could. She knew she had no chance. Nova knew that the only thing protecting her was her power. But power could only hold for so long. After a mere thirty seconds, he had snapped her defenses in two, and took hold of the information. She could sense his amusement at her words, and she sighed.

"That was pathetic," she said.

"Not at all. You can't be expected to know how to build a good defense. That is what I will teach you. Observe."

After a few more minutes, Spock terminated the meld. She glanced at the clock. They had been in the meld for no longer than five minutes.

"Why is it that the meld was not longer?"

"Mind melds are delicate and dangerous. The longer I stay melded with another's mind, the more risk I put on both myself and the other being. Therefore, I must limit my contact."

"I see."

Spock looked at her, "Mediation is best done in solitude, and I have outlined various methods for you to try."

"Thank you, Mr. Spock. I appreciate everything you have done for me."

Tired of treading lightly, Nova made a bold decision and asked, "What is it like to be both human and Vulcan?"

Spock raised an eyebrow.

"I only ask because I can relate. I am neither human nor Vulcan nor am I that what once I was. I am something different, and I…believed that you may have an idea of how to handle it," Nova finished.

Spock stood and took three measured paces, hands clasped behind his back. Nova could tell that Spock wasn't one to discuss his personal experiences in emotional matters. Nevertheless, she had to ask. Who could understand her better than Spock?

"It is…difficult. The two sides are constantly at war with one another. That is why logic is essential. The rational mind keeps both sides in check."

Nova did not voice aloud that he seemed to shy away from his human half. She had been inside his mind, and had felt more than he had realized. She knew of the war, and knew of the struggle. She was trying to gauge how much of the human he would let peek out without betraying the Vulcan half. Spock was reserved, and Nova wanted to get to know him as she had the others. She looked around his quarters, and spotted something lying in the corner on a chair.

"What is that?"

Spock followed her gaze, and his eyes fell on the instrument. He strode over to it, picked it up, and walked back to her, "It is a Vulcan Lyre. A twelve string instrument."

"Fascinating," she held up a hand, as if to touch it, but did not. It wouldn't be right to lay hands on what wasn't hers.

"Do you…enjoy music?" asked Spock.

"I do not know. I have only ever heard singing. Nyota has a very beautiful voice. And I have found that Leonard's voice is pleasant as well."

"Lieutenant Uhura is a skilled singer. She even has a lyre of her own that she plays off duty. The Doctor has never expressed an interest in singing."

She smiled, "Perhaps he just did not have the right song."

He looked at her, and she kept smiling at him.

"Your lyre is lovely," she said.

Spock seemed to purse his lips slightly, so slightly that Nova could have been mistaken. Then, he said, "If you like, I could play something. It may give you a better understanding of Vulcan culture."

"I would be honored, Mr. Spock," said Nova.

He sat in the chair, and she sat across from him, her eyes swirling with color, excitement coursing through her. He took a moment to tune the lyre, then his fingers began to dance delicately across the twelve strings. Nova closed her eyes, and listened. It was the most beautifully tranquil thing she had ever heard. She let herself sway to the music, and leaned on her hands, elbows propped up on the table. Spock continued to play, and the music went from tranquil to…there was no other word to describe it but emotional. She felt her heart ache, and she hummed along with the lyre. Spock looked at her, her eyes still closed, and allowed the corners of his mouth to upturn slightly. He continued to play, bringing the music back to a peaceful melody.

"Stars strewn across the evening sky," sang Nova softly, "Seems so far out of reach/ the vastness of the galaxy/ with endless thoughts to teach/But the stars that I can see/ are not in the endless skies/ They are found right next to me/ Within your sparkling eyes."

Spock stopped playing, letting the music fade. Nova opened her eyes.

"You have quite the talent for poetry," Spock said.

"Nothing compared to your astonishing playing, Mr. Spock," said Nova. She looked at the clock, "It is getting to be quite late. I shall leave you. I must return to my quarters to meditate." She stood up, "Thank you for this, Spock. I hope to hear you play again soon."

She took a chance, saying his name informally.

"I am sure you will…Nova," he said, standing as well.

Silence descended, and, since Nova felt more comfortable, she grew bolder, "I think that you feel a great deal. I do not say this to insult you. No one can play in such a manner, and not have emotion behind it. And I believe that that is the way you keep your humanity in check. Feed the beasts within yourself, and they will not tear you apart."

Spock stared at her, his face betraying nothing. He did not appear to be offended. She stood there, not knowing how to leave. McCoy she could touch, but Spock, as a touch telepath, seemed to want to limit his physical contact.

"How does one say farewell on your planet, Spock?"

He held up the Vulcan salute, "Live long and prosper. It is what is said before departing for an extended period of time."

She thought about it, then mimicked the salute, "Though I will likely see you tomorrow, live long, and prosper, Spock."

Nova could have sworn that she saw his eyes sparkling happily as he returned, "Live long and prosper, Nova. Good night."

She nodded, and strode from his quarters, the doors closing behind her.

Nova walked into her quarters, and exhaled deeply. It had been a very eventful day, and she was tired. Nevertheless, she sat on the floor, closed her eyes, and meditated for forty-five minutes. Feeling more at peace than she had since becoming humanoid, she stood up, stretched and pulled on a nightgown that was in her drawers. She stared at the bed, which seemed larger without McCoy lying in it. And she realizes that this is the first night where McCoy was not the last person she spoke to before going to sleep. Despite the late hour, Nova strode over to the computer on her desk.

"Nova to McCoy," she said tentatively.

McCoy appeared on her screen, looking tired, but awake, "McCoy here. What is it, darlin'?"

"I…" Nova looked through the screen, and could not explain why her heart ached looking at him, "I merely wished to say 'good-night'. Did I disturb you?"

"No, I was going over some research," he yawned.

"Leonard…someone once said that humans cannot function without sleep. I suggest that you get some."

He laughed softly, "My own words coming back to bite me. You get some sleep, too, ya hear? I don't wanna have you collaspin' again."

She smiled, "Of course not."

She held his gaze, watching his eyes, glittering blue at her.

"Good night, Leonard," she said quietly.

He smiled, "Good night, Nova. Sweet dreams."

"The sweetest of dreams to you, Leonard."

With that, she switched the screen off, and climbed into bed. She thought of him smiling at her, and she smiled into her pillow, and drifted into an easy sleep.

So, I hope that was satisfactory for you guys. As always, reviews and criticism are appreciated here. Thank you so much!