Carol Marcus stepped aboard the Enterprise, an impressive ship that was as beautiful as she was intimidating. The science officer thought of all the things the ship had survived: vengeful Romulans, the unforgiving Nibiru sea, Admiral Marcus’s anger. And this was only what she had endured in the last few years. Yet here she was. She had needed some repairs of course, but nothing grounded the Enterprise for long. Carol wished she were that resilient.
Well, maybe she was selling herself short. After all, hadn’t she been through her share of trials aboard the Enterprise? And like the magnificent ship, she had healed and was now ready to take to the air once again.
While admiring the ship, Carol couldn’t help wondering about her captain’s whereabouts. After Captain Kirk had fearlessly given up his life to save the ship and crew that were his only family, she hadn’t had many opportunities to talk with him. Not that she knew what she would say to him if she had the chance. What did you say to the man who had saved not only your own life, but the lives of hundreds of others in one selfless act?
She knew her infatuation with Jim Kirk could only lead to trouble. He was her captain, and as such she should waste no time thinking about how blue his eyes were or how absurdly sexy it was that his nose was slightly crooked from being broken in more than a few fights. Her friend Christine Chapel had made the mistake of falling for him, and it had brought her nothing but heartbreak. He hadn’t even remembered Christine when she had brought it up last year. That was the worst thing Carol could think of, Kirk forgetting about her.
So she had reached a conclusion that, as Mr. Spock would say, was only logical: she would be the Captain’s secondary science officer, not his one-night-stand. After all, it was the color of his Starfleet uniform that mattered, not the color of his eyes. Carol had a job to do, and nothing would distract her from her duties. She went to take her place on the bridge.