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Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this but my O.C. Kate and Anna. I don’t own the song “Safe and Sound”by Taylor Swift. The lawyers can get off my back. If I did own Star Trek, I would be a hell of a lot richer than what I am right now.

A/N: This is a rewrite of my story “Safe and Sound”. After reading through it, and letting some time pass, I decided that I could make it better, more adult, more believable, so yes, this thing is still rated M for mature readers.Way back when, it was betaed by MyHeroin01. Hope I do you proud, sweetie. Ellie Mae Winchester-Kirk also helped me out with it. Be on the lookout for her story Not Enough Rain, which is the second story in the series. Then, as more time passed I found Bebedora, my comrade in arms, who is now betaing it now. Thank you so much for all of your hard work and encouraging words. You are awesome. I’m going to try to stick to a schedule, but I’m not sure how that’s going to work out. Hope you enjoy it.


Stardate 2248.56

Katherine Anne McLean gazed out the window on the large transport shuttle. Her mahogany hair hung bedraggled down her shoulders, hiding her clear dark blue eyes. Her grubby clothing swallowed her slight frame, making her look younger than her fifteen years. She stared into the darkness at the tiny points of light. She knew that she should be excited to leave Earth and start this new adventure, but she dreaded it. She hoped that it would be better than where she had come from. She hated to leave the little girl who had befriended her, but she had no choice in the matter. She had to leave Oklahoma.

            She sighed sadly, remembering what had happened to her to put her in this situation. When the police had come to the group home where she had lived, she had no idea what was going on. When they arrested her for burglary, she tried to tell them that she hadn’t been there, but they didn’t believe her.

            Mama, Daddy, I miss you so much, she thought. Her eyes moistened with unshed tears. A melody flowed through her mind and broke through the wall she had put up—a faint memory of her parents singing and her father playing the guitar.

            “Where you headed?”a voice called out, interrupting her thoughts.

            “E-excuse me?”she muttered, shyly looking over at the man sitting next to her.

            “Where are you headed?”the grizzled man repeated. He stroked his stubbled chin, studying her. He slid his hand over, and rested it on her thigh, squeezing it slightly.

            She stared at his hand for a moment, then pushed it away. “Um…Tarsus IV,”she whispered. She let the hair fall to the sides of her face, shielding her from prying eyes as she picked at the frayed hem of her shirt. She hoped that that would be enough to let the man know silently that she didn’t want to talk. With her legs tucked under her, she turned towards the window and closed her eyes, trying to shut out her surroundings. She lost herself in her thoughts and memories.

            Hours later, a nudge on her arm startled her to awareness. She sat up and looked around. She was met with a pair of ice blue eyes.

            “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he murmured. “We’ll be landing soon. You’ll want to get up.”

            She gazed confusedly at the young man who was sitting next to her. He looked to be close to her age, tall with dirty blonde hair. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. His eyes were the most interesting feature about him. They were the color of blue topaz, so full of emotion. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. She could detect sadness in those blue depths.

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