Fateful encounter

James T. Kirk entered the Turbolift, his destination: captain's room. He pressed an upper button, listened to the sound of the mechanism and closed his eyes for just a second, as the elevator started to move. Peace.

What did the Command want from him this time? Was it his fault? Was something wrong? What did they want from him again?
His blue eyes flashed open as the Turbolift stopped. He did not reach the upper deck yet... Great. Blue eyes stared the door down. Please. Do not open. Please, listen to your captain and be a good door.

It opened with it's weird sound and a woman with tied brown hair, clothed in a golden uniform and eyes stuck on her PADD, entered the elevator without looking up once. Jim expected something like 'Captain' or 'Sir' but... nothing came. The weird girl just looked at her PADD.

No, she did not look, her eyes were closed. Like she was thinking or trying to concentrate. The captain watched her fascinated. And then, it struck him. What was that smell?

Like... he could not describe it. The fragrance was soothing, sending chills down his spine. This allure smelled so good, he wanted more. Was it perfume? He felt so woozy. Without thinking once he asked: "Wha... What a nice perfume..."
The woman's cold voice felt like ice to his sore and dizzy mind as she answered.

"I highly doubt that. I do not wear any perfume at the moment. But I will take that as a compliment, sir..." Her head raised as she wanted to see to who she was actually talking to. Then, her eyes opened with a flash and brilliant, shining green eyes met beautiful blue ones. Both of them widened but to complete different reason. "Captain? I apologize sir... I did not mean to seem respect less."

"Ah..." Stunning eyes. Say that! Come on! Talk, Jim! Talk! He was still just looking at her face, and eyes... and body. Well she was not that beautiful... or pretty... or sexy. Certainly not his type. Still he couldn't stop staring. Shit. With that he turned to the console and pressed the upper button again. "No problem..." He squeezed his eyes shut. "And you... Ensign... ahm?" He looked back at her, wanting to know her needed floor and name. The Turbolift started to move. She reached over to him and gave the Captain her PADD. "Lieutenant Anderson Sandra. I was actually looking for you. I am the new recruit. A special one." Ensign Anderson looked at him with studying eyes. Jim scrolled down on the PADD and began to read. Hmm... Human. No family in this quadrant. 20 years old. She is a security officer... but has no fighting abilities, bad health since childhood. But stunningly intelligent.

"Special?" He looked up at her with an interested sparkle in his ice blue eyes.

"In short, I have a whole different way of thinking. My perception of environment is way more detailed and precised. I am able to read one's emotion by reflecting on their actions and body language. For example: your eyes widened for 1 and a half millimeters at the sight of my abnormal eyes" Sandra pointed at her green and kind of red, unusual bright orbs as she continued talking "Yes, those are a part of my 'mutation'." She hesitated, looking up and down the captain's body, then, right into his eyes. She licked her lips and with a whole different tone in her voice she started "Because I-I-"

She stopped talking and turned towards the door. As if she had said to much. Kirk looked at her. "Yes?" What's that feeling? His gaze softened. Like I want... I can't but wanting to know what bothers her. Gosh.

"Go on. I will listen closely to what ever is on your mind, okay? I... care for every single crew member on this ship" He stopped the elevator. Sandra looked down, then she slowly turned towards her new captain. Her eyes were searching for something in those blue orbs. After two felt heartbeats, she had found it and her eyes softened as she gave in.

"Because I... I see the world with different 'eyes'...I-" she looked at the ground, hesitating. Her eyebrows narrowed before she rose her head again and looked him in the eyes. The cold and mature woman from minutes ago seemed like a hurt little kitten in Jim's eyes. Almost begging and unexpected sadly she said with a thin and shy voice

"I have to deal with personality and social issues. I am, many people told me that for the past 20 years I lived, an 'emotion less asshole'." She smirked ironically.

"My personality is very complicated and... sometimes, I show and feel almost no emotions and sometimes it is just the other way around. Li-like now. I-I do not have any control over it... I apologies. I do not have any friends and my family is out in the beta quadrant." Damn it. Stop looking so sad. Stop... Come on! What a poor girl. He felt something deep down his stomach. I don't think that's the whole story though... His wet fingers rubbed against the cold metal of the PADD in his hands. Pictures of... hugging that stranger in front of him, caressing her hair, stroking her shoulders, somehow comforting her popped up in his mind. Why! What is this? I am sick!

"It's okay." He touched her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

"I hope we will work well together, Ensign Anderson." He flashed her a gentle smile, no, no flirty smirk or grin, just a kind and honest smile.

Sandra's eyes widened for a bit. She tried to smile back. Deep within her, the wall of fear of encountering this new ship, these new people and bitter loneliness seemed to melt. Even if it was just a bit, she had never been smiled at. Never so honestly. Sandra's voice was trembling as she said with a tiny smile on her pale face "Thank you, captain"

A tiny, burning tear rolled down her cheek which she did not notice and was far from understanding why.

"Welcome to our family, Sunny. Welcome to the Enterprise." No, somehow he could not stop sounding so cheesy. A bright smile crossed his face as he saw her happy one. "Here you go, take that handkerchief" He giggled a little.

This scent and those green eyes, let him feel like he wanted to make her happy. He did not know her, but still he had the urge to... keep her warm? He wanted... he wanted to... Well he just didn't know.

What is this? I gotta see Bones, this is sick.

… I am sick.

THANK YOU FOR READING! :)
I wrote this up in the middle of the night.

So... I do not expect much out of this. But I love Kirk and I love OC.

I kind of hope this will work ;)

I know, Jim is a little OOC but he is supposed to.

Now. In front of Sunny. :)

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