Warning: The scenes in this story are not in linear order. Just however they've come to me and I've written them.
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Edit: Just quietly slipping in here to offer a reedited chapter.

The First Time

She Nearly Shot Him

Somehow, she had the feeling that her day could have gone a whole lot differently. With her body curled on the edge of a frozen hunk of rock, Sonja stared intently at the weak flames of the flickering fire Spock had made at the back of the cave.

She, along with two security sentinels, had beamed down onto an abandoned outpost planet accompanying the Captain and First Commander. Jim had been insistent on Spock's participation in the landing party. From what she had heard from Leonard, he was trying to fully integrate the Vulcan with the mainly human crew. Apparently, some feelings were still raw from Nero's attack.

Not long after their landing outside the entrance to the underground post, they were separated.

An aerial creature attacked almost immediately upon spotting them. A piercing screech was their only warning before it descended, striking the snow with sharp talons right where Sonja and Spock had stood. Arms outstretched, they had pushed each other back, neither aware of the steep incline behind them.

Jim had cried out for them when both disappeared, but Lieutenant Smith had pulled him back as the creature had then turned its attention towards the trio. They retreated into the base, Jim hurrying to pull out his communicator to order Scotty to locate the rest of his team.

Sonja had the unfortunate luck of hitting a rock at the bottom, knocking her unconscious and damaging her communicator. Spock lost his somewhere in the fall and had pulled her into the nearest shelter he could find until she regained consciousness.

While she was out, a blizzard had picked up. The wind howling just outside the cave was near deafening thanks to the acoustics of the stone.

Now conscious, with an aching head and numb appendages, watching Spock mutely tinker with her communicator, Sonja decided that her day could very much have gone differently. She could have traded her landing party position with Skyla. Heavens knew, the engineer would surely have enjoyed this time alone with Spock more than she currently was.

That wild screech pierced the air again, making both her and Spock jump to their feet. Instinctively, Sonja's hand pulled the phaser from its holster at her hip and she spun on the spot, ready to stun the creature this time.

It did not make sense, though. Why would the creature be out in this storm?

Movement through the snow, then into the cave could be heard. Rationale had to be pushed to the back as Sonja and Spock stepped nearer each other, bracing to face the creature. A figure emerged from the darkness, humanoid with a thick fur-lined coat.

Once within the light of the measly fire, the figure lifted a thick arm and pushed back the hood that had draped the figure's shadowed head.

"Now," A very familiar and very cocky voice spoke over the howling wind and falling snow. "Is that any way to greet your captain?"

Bright blue eyes sparkled arrogantly as a pair of chapped lips smirked.

Lowering the phaser, Sonja released the breath she'd been holding and returned the weapon to its holster. Never mind that they had lost contact with everyone for some time, that she was pretty sure she had a minor concussion, or that her fingers had been a few pressure points away from pulling the trigger and shooting her captain.

No, she was pretty sure what irked her the most was the fact that all that man had to do was show up with that pull of the lips and mocking tone to make her feel so much better.

Like she was saved.

A/N2: I hope you liked it! I'm still accepting suggestions on more firsts if anyone's interested. :)