Story Title: Escaping Fate.

Rating: Mature | M

Disclaimer: I do now own Star Trek, none of it.

Chapter One: Handcuffs Make Great Weapons As Well.

Storyline: Two teenage girls basically fall right out of the sky, landing on the ship, one which grows deathly ill, leading to medical help from Dr McCoy. But something is off with one of the girl's, something is different about her, maybe it's because she can speak Vulcan, has human features, oh but for her pointed ears, of course.

A set of brown eyes opened up, the warm chocolate color filling with memories of the past few hours. The body of a girl stood up, jumping almost, body alert, eyes wide as she searched for any danger. Her tan skin, darker then a white person, lighter then a dark person, caught somewhere in between. Her hair fell down her shoulders, in thick, fat curls, the tips touching her waist. She spun around, only to have a sharp, pinching feeling stab in her back. She fell to the floor, eyes growing wide, her head turning to find a body next to her as well, dark blonde hair in a pile, giving the girl next to her a halo effect, both of the females looking around 20 or so, human years anyway.

A set of stormy sea eyes looked up at her, watching as her friend tried to fight back the effects she was also feeling. The world started to turn, which way was up and which was down? Fuck.

Worlds flew out the first girl, the blue eyed ones mouth.

"Hmm 'an, elp, nooo." the words slurring out.

No one could understand what she was saying, her words falling off her lips and going under heard by the people in the room. One person turned to another and said three very simple yet powerful words.

"Go get Kirk." They dropped all respect, the fact they just used his last name showing it was important.

When the girl woke, she nudged her friend, who still lay passed out from the drugs, she guessed anyway, that they gave them. Her eyes, now appearing to be a bit darker of a blue then they looked at first glance. Her hair was ratted up, eyes worn, circle of dark purple under her eyes. She tucked a lock of hair away, behind her ears. She checked on her friend, the tanned girl's skin glowing almost in the darkness of the room.

It wasn't for hours did the girl, her friend, start to gain a fever.

The girl banged on the door and when someone showed up, she had to shield her eyes, the lights too harsh after hours in almost total darkness.

He looked down at her "Come." he demanded, grabbing her by her arm.

She tried to tug away, but found herself still weak from the drugs they had gave her.

She soon found herself in a room with-No. Oh My God.

No! No! This could, it could fuck everything up.

A pair of dark eyes looked down into her own sky colored ones.

"What is your name?" he finally spoke.

She licked her lips "Like I'll tell yo-"

He stepped closer, cocking a eyebrow at her "Answer me." he spoke.

She frowned "Evie! Where is my-" he cut her off.

"Evie?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

She laughed a bit, a dark, sarcastic tone "Evangeline, my full name is Evangeline." she said.

His face didn't move or change at all. "How did you get on this ship?" he asked.

She paused, not saying anything. "I'm not-I'm not 100% on the how really, truth be known. Listen, I need to know what year it is? Where are we?" she said, half knowing the answer herself.

The word came out of his mouth and she had to hide the shock "Spock?" she asked. He didn't say anything.

That's when she backed away, using the chains on her arms to grab hold of a guard and slip into the hallway.

People followed, alarms sounding. She came to a stop in front of the medical bay, rushing in, pointing to McCoy "You! What was in this?" she demanded, rushing in, holding up a tube that she dropped when they grabbed her. He leaned down, picking it up, giving her an answer she really didn't want to hear.

She was dragged back and the next morning, she had to start to pound on the door, and they had to get Spock and Kirk both.

Kirk stepped into the room, Evangeline's eyes falling on him, not meeting his eyes.

She pointed to her friend "She needs medical attention damn it!" she hissed out.

Beside her, her friend was shaking slightly, sweat covering her body, pupils large, heart racing.

She pushed someone and found herself on the floor again. It took longer, more hours. And when they did rush the girl to the Med Bay, a seizure rolling through her body, they strapped Evangeline down, the girl trying to attack the others. She screamed, "No!" she spat out, as they touched a leather band on the girl's arm, her friend's arm.

They cut it off and she grew wide eyed. Oh No.

A soft glow flew over her friend's body and her friend's eyes snapped up, dark black hair messy from days of sleep. She coughed, heart speeding away. Her skin was slightly lighter, more tan then dark now, and when they shoved her down to look at her, a pair of perfect, pointed ears flashed from behind her hair.

She coughed again, spitting a bit. "Evie?" she demanded.

That was when someone strolled into the clinic "Where are they?" someone mumbled when Spock rose beside her "Get her well." he said, turning to leave. He needed answers, and for that, she needed to stay alive.

She tried to get out of bed "Cassian! Where is Cassian?" she spoke. Spock cocked his head to the side, hands behind his back "State your name." he spoke.

She flushed red in the cheeks of her face, a rose glow under her sun kissed skin. "My friend's call me Alexandra." she mumbled, falling back as her heart raced, alarms beeping.

She opened her mouth's worlds falling out.

That's when something even weirder happened, her blood sample came back, as a match, as a family blood related match, to someone on the ship. Someone in the room, same as did her friend, Evangeline's blood.