Diana knew of Jim Kirk; it was impossible not to know if him, after the incident with the Narada. But she didn't know him and hadn't paid attention to the holovids or images that cropped up as part of the press coverage. Hadn't, at least, until the Enterprise had been sent off on another mission and she happened to catch a glimpse of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed captain of the ship.

Starfleet had long been something Diana admired but carefully avoided, not wanting to attract comments about her heritage. Scientists, the lot of them, would not believe her birth or understand her healing powers or immortality. Better to avoid the issue entirely. But Jim - something about his eyes drew her in.

It took weeks, a few months even, and she managed acceptance into Starfleet. Diana had lived long enough, was intelligent enough, that she had no problem with the tests, and even set her mind to a three-year course. So she was there, in San Francisco, when everything came crashing down, and when Jim landed in the hospital. For what, no one would say, and even the security of his records was more advanced than Diana could hack. She had intended to stay away from him and just watch from afar for the moment, but knowing he was in the hospital, she couldn't resist.

It was late, only a few night shift nurses on duty, when she snuck into his room. Seeing him laid out on the bed, hooked up to wires, she stifled a sob and reached out to touch his hand.