Stephanie Rogers became a ship's counselor to help people. She'd foreseen relationship problems, anxiety over promotions, perhaps some loneliness or issues that came from being in space for long stretches of time. She'd pictured herself in a quiet, serene setting, having long talks with crewmembers where she would slowly help guide them through whatever crisis had brought them to her door. What she had not foreseen was their ship being transported 70,000 light-years from Earth on their maiden voyage. She hadn't foreseen a new near death experience every week, or what felt like every week. She hadn't foreseen the Hydra, a long lost starship captained by a madman. And she certainly, certainly, hadn't foreseen accidentally bonding with a young man from an alien planet. A permanent bond, which means she now has an attractive young man followed her everywhere she goes. An attractive young man she can't even talk to because the universal translator doesn't know what to make of his language. So...yeah...not what she was expecting. At all.