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Hey ok so here is the start of a multi-chapter story I've started. I only have the two chapters done and I'm working really hard to juggle uni and this, but i'd like to know if you think I should continue this?? I mean I'm going to anyway but I'd like to know how it's being received.

I'm going to say read at own risk just because of some bloody bit that are in these two chapters. Other than that though there is just a little swearing ^_^ Er...I don't know how well I explain things so once you've read the two, if you don't get something then feel free to ask, I did make it pretty straight forward though I think. Well hopefully happy reading...!

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Jim tossed and turned in bed, sweat dripped off him and his pants were ragged and painful. He gripped the sheets and they tore under his fists…

… "Come play with us little boy"… "It's ok she's still warm, just take a bite"… "Don't be afraid, we'll look after you now."…

"No!" He gasped, sitting up and frantically looking around the room. There was nothing there. No hauntingly quiet hallways or blood stained rooms. There was no whisper of the monsters as they ran barefoot around the small town, no low growls as they were each found and pick off one by one.

Jim fumbled for the lights and jumped up out of bed. He calmed ever so slightly with the feel of the ship softly vibrating, causing a soft hum throughout the ship. The captain pulled on pulled on a pair of sweatpants and ignored the rest of his appearance before he left his room and down to McCoy's cabin.

"Yeah yeah. I'm coming. Who ever it is you better have a damn good-Jim?" The blond was still panting softly and he kept squeezing his eyes shut and then blinking them.

"Bones…I."

"Sickbay. Now." The doctor grabbed Jim by the elbow and foot marched him down the corridors. They had been through this before, he knew what was up with Jim.

"Hold on Jim. I'll get you sorted." Bones mumbled to his best friend. Jim sighed slightly and relaxed a little, still blinking his eyes.

When they got to Sickbay McCoy ordered everybody out and he would call them back when he was finished, he didn't offer an explanation or excuse. The doctor turned back to Jim who had already sat himself down on a bio-bed.

"How bad is it this time? I thought I put you on the strong stuff." Bones leaned on the bed next to where Jim sat and he could see the flinching of the stomach muscles and Jim's trouble swallowing. He could also see the fear in his eyes.

"It's really bad…I feel like I'm about to throw up, my head is pounding, my skin feels like its crawling and my whole mouth is killing me." Jim whispered through he pain. McCoy sighed and walked into his office. He came back carrying a simple metal box that looked a few years old. He unlocked it with a code and thumbprint and took out two test tubes, one filled with a thick dark substance and the other with a watery pale substance, that were safely secured in the padding and a small vial that fit into a hypo spray.

With practiced ease he mixed one part thick dark red with two parts watery pale green into the small vial, attached it to the hypo and then looked questioningly at Jim. The captain sighed and nodded tot the man.

There was a soft hiss as the compound was pushed through Jim's system and then they waited for a few moments. Jim's stomach stopped flinching as much and his breathing came back under his control.

"How you doing there kid?"

"The headache is going away…my stomach still feels tender but I don't feel like throwing up…my skin just feels all tight now. I'm ok." Jim slouched on the bed and ran shaking hands through his hair.

"The nightmares started a week ago…I though I had it under control Bones." The doctor stood up in front of Jim and wrapped his arms around the younger man, Jim held him with tight fists in his shirt.

The way Jim said 'Bones' in these instances always had the whisper of 'dad' in them. It was times like this that McCoy realized Jim really did have no one but his best friend. Jim was going through some awful, twisted stuff and he had no one there for him. So Bones would hug the kid close and let him know that there was someone here, someone he could talk to and trust to help him, someone to keep him from falling into the darkness. It's why he had never reported Jim to Starfleet and helped him acquire the illegal drug that helps him.

"You know as well as I do that there is no real control things. We have to cope and work around it Jim." The blond gave a shuddering sigh and let go of the doctor. He straightened up and nodded to McCoy.

"Thanks Bones. I'm…I'm sorry I had to get you up and everything." Jim jumped off the bed and watched as McCoy tided the box back away in it's secret compartment and came back out to join the captain.

"I'm just glad you did and didn't try to cope on your own with it. You need to rest up though, your going to have to be the bold as brass, cocky bastard you always are tomorrow."

The laughed and joked as they walked back down to the Officers Sleeping Deck and split up to go to their own cabins, with Jim finally promising the doctor he would rest up and not just sit and wait for his shift to begin.

The next morning they were closer to their latest mission. They were heading out to Starbase 8, since the Enterprise was the closest ship in range. The base was having computer problems and there were reports of medical ships being attacked. So they were to show up and fix the computer malfunctions as well as create a Starfleet presence so that who ever was attacking would realize what the consequences would be. It was just a bonus if they found who was raiding the medical ships in order to bring them before the Federation.

Jim sat in his chair, looked through and signed all the reports past to him and he gave his orders clearly and without his usual flare and friendly banter. This was a welcome relief to his yeoman who would often have to track him down and demand him to just sign them, but it was also unsettling to hear and see such rigidity in their bright and energetic captain. Even Spock found the bridge to hold a tense atmosphere; he stood from his station and walked over to stand by the captain's chair.

"Captain, is there something bothering you?"

Jim had been sat with his back straight and his legs crossed, one arm was resting on the arm of the chair and the other lay over his stomach. It was a pose the captain had never struck before, usually opting to slouch while nothing was gong on or a confident lounge when he was talking to Starfleet or enemies. Jim turned his head towards Spock and the Vulcan saw the blank look in the human's eyes, the control that was covering the face making him look all too serious of James Tiberius Kirk.

"No Mr. Spock, why do you ask?" His tone was conversational but the look in his eyes didn't change. Spock raised an eyebrow at the man.

"You're behavior today is noticeably different than previously, this is usually a sign that something prominent has happened in which it effects you now."

"One symptom is not enough to convict a man, and a change in attitude is hardly anything to be pressing me for. We will be arriving at Starbase 8 within the hour, is your science team and engineering ready?"

Spock was intrigued by the captain's use of words; Spock had not been convicting the captain of anything and he was not presuming the captain's quieter disposition was a symptom of anything. He was simply wondering if there was anything he could do to alleviate the problem if there was one such problem. Spock understood a dismissal when he heard one though and also understood the wish for privacy so he let the matter drop and focused on the captain's deflecting questions.

"We are ready to begin the repairs. Also, each department has created a list of supplies that could be procured from the Starbase." Jim nodded and Spock went back to his station. As he did the Vulcan saw the crew all exchange concerned and worried looks. It seemed Spock wasn't the only one to pick up on their captain's change in demeanor.

An hour later they had made contact with the base and were to dock at hatch seven. The commander was anxious to speak with the captain in private and Jim had assured the man that he would be leaving the ship to oversee the repairs and so would come to see him once the teams had been set up.

Jim took a deep breath before turning down the corner were hatch seven was. When he became captain of the Enterprise he was honored as well as terrified. He had gone back and reread every textbook that he had been given while on the command roll and looked back at all the dissertations written about being a captain, it had been a nerve wrecking couple of months for him. After a year though he felt more confident in the roll and his easygoing act isn't as fake as it was in the beginning, but after last nights scare he was on edge and his head was full of haunting pasts and long-ago pains. He didn't doubt his abilities but he also realized he didn't have the experience others had. He could tell by the look in the commander's face that something was wrong and that just set Jim tensing even more.

"Mr. Scott, have your men in the transporter room ready. Once we're on the Starbase Mr. Spock, yourself and Doctor McCoy will relay coordinates so that we can beam the supplies and equipment over rather then carting them all around the station, alright?"

"Aye captain, and then after we've done our part we can…perhaps take advantage of the bars for a while, before heading back to the ship?" His tone was hopeful and the slight joking would often follow with Kirk offering to look the other way as Scotty brought back some large bottles of substances he would later deny consuming with the Scots man.

"We've got a lot to do, if you have time then spend it how you want but I leave this dock no later then 1800 and the ship is coming with me, is that clear." Scotty looked surprised, but straightened and nodded his head.

"Aye captain." He replied looking between the First Officer and Chief Medical Officer who were also stood with him. They too looked surprised at the captain.

"Jim, you know it might be a good excuse to just take it easy and let the crew have a break. We've been doing missions none stop for three months now." Jim took a deep breath before looking at the doctor. He let the breath out slowly and nodded lightly.

"Alright, we'll leave in the morning. I don't want anyone sleeping off the ship though. I didn't like the way the commander sounded and I want to know everyone is safely on board…I'll also need to speak with you later Bones." It sounded like the doctor would be reprimanded for speaking out, and that's what Jim wanted Scotty and Spock to think. Bones knew that it was actually a sign for help. The doctor was immediately on edge, he knew this was about last night. He wondered if the dugs were dong what they were supposed to be or if he had mixed up a dud.

Jim waited while Spock had set up his team before having Vulcan follow him to the commander's office. As they entered the commander locked the door and seemed to flick off all the machinery. He then looked around before sitting in his chair.

"I apologize for my behavior gentlemen but the times call for it." Jim could feel a burning in his stomach; he had felt if often in the heat of the moment when they were under attack or running for their lives. It was his adrenaline building up. The only thing was they weren't in a fight or under attack …that meant the drug hadn't worked, or something worse.

"What exactly is going on here Dawson?" He asked trying to keep the feeling down.

Spock could see the captain's tense shoulders and wondered what could be causing them at this time. Jim was never usually one to stress so easily after all.

"Well…you see…people have been going missing." He said dejectedly, looking down at his desk and the Missing Officers Reports strewn over it.

Jim remembered back to the mission report they had been given and briefed on. Nowhere in there did it mention that people had gone missing.

"You didn't tell Starfleet?" It was a question but also a command to answer him. Spock was impressed with Kirk's ability to be intimidating even though his is quite a few years younger than commander Dawson.

"Look I didn't know it was such a big problem until last week and I had already reported the computer failures and the medical attacks so I figured I'd just tell you while you're here." The man ran his hand through his hair and sighed before pushing the PADDs out over the desk more so that the three officers before him could see how many people had gone missing.

"There's a total of eight gone missing. Two went missing the day I contacted Starfleet Command and one a day since then. I've put the base on a curfew and security are working round the clock but people keep going missing."

"Spock get a security team down here and post three with each team we have through the base." Spock immediately walked over to the other side of the room to contact the ship. Jim walked over the desk and looked through the PADDs.

Everyone who had gone missing had been reported so at different times and the last place they had been seen were different. Some people didn't show up for shifts, other were meant to meet up with people and never showed. Others never made it home from work. No one had known something was wrong until the people didn't show up to meetings or assigned places. Jim felt his adrenalin jump and he had to swallow and breath to get him under control.

"Eight people go missing for no reason and you didn't think it was time to call Starfleet?"

"It's not that simple! Every time someone goes missing we get a communication through saying that if I reported this to Starfleet they would kill the people who have been taken! We can translate them, they're all coded and in a different language to any we know. I can only hope that you can do something about this because I don't know what to do anymore." Jim looked over to Spock and the Vulcan nodded before flipping the communicator back open.

"Spock to Enterprise, come in Enterprise."

"Enterprise, Lieutenant Uhura here."

"Lieutenant you skills are required, beam down to these coordinated immediately."

"aye, aye commander."

While Spock called for Uhura Jim turned back to the commander. The man looked shocked at how well the men seemed to know each other and turned back to Jim when the man started walking closer to his desk again.

"You need to bring up those communications for my Lieutenant to work on." Dawson nodded and began working his computer and brining up the transmissions.

Jim walked over to Spock when the man had finished speaking with Uhura and they both turned away from the commander.

"Thoughts mister Spock?" The Vulcan raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly.

"Insufficient data to formulate a hypothesis captain. Although it does seem that all the events at this base are interconnected." Jim looked thoughtful for a moment before looking to Spock.

"The most damage to the computer was in transmissions and encryption." Spock nodded.

"Starbase eight is only able to send sub-space transmissions since the malfunctions, taking a total of two weeks to reach Starfleet Command. Their encryption mainframe has been disabled and damaged. Any coding assisting transmissions are now inoperable and will take time fix or replace what is left."

"That means who ever is doing the kidnapping is smart. They took out the bases form of communication and are pick officers off one by one. This way the base gets no help and the people behind this can take their time, meaning there is less of a chance at getting caught because they don't have to rush."

"It does seem likely that this is the case but as I said, captain, there is insufficient data. This is all a hypothetical conclusion."

"Yeah and it doesn't explain the attacks on the medical supply ships." Spock nodded and then they both turned at the sound of someone beaming in.

Soon Uhura stood by the desk with a PADD in one hand and an odd little device that looked like a mini microphone in the other. She gave a glance to the base commander before walking over to her superior officers.

"Captain, commander." She said giving them both a tiny smile. She was secretly glad to be off that ship, three months with no shore leave was so not cool.

"Lieutenant, we need you to try and decode and translate as best you can the messages on the commanders computer. They're all from the same source presumably so focus on one of them rather then trying to work them all out."

Uhura nodded and walked over to the desk where the computer files where already open. The commander offered her his chair and Uhura thanked him before getting on with her work.

"Commander Dawson, why don't you tell us about these medical supply ship attacks?"

It turned out that the attacks were carried out by humanoids that wore helmets gloves and full body suits that held no reference as to how they belonged to. It was impossible to tell what humanoid species they were. Apparently they never talked to each other and only signaled with their hands and nods of the head.

The latest medical supply ship was still here and after speaking with him Jim began to get a sinking feeling. He left Spock to finish up the questioning and went in search of McCoy.

The doctor grumbled about being called away since he was on his way to the bar for something to eat. After Jim promised that yes it was an emergency and that the guy could order dinner form Jim's cabin they made their way back to the ship.

"Bones I have a really bad feeling about this. Look all this is connected I know it. Spock even thinks it…alright he didn't say that exactly but it's what he meant."

"Jim will you stop pacing and just tell me what the hell happened that's got you so god damned jumpy." The doctor was sat at Jim's desk waiting for the yeoman to bring him the food he had ordered for both of them. Although he doubted Jim would actually be able to eat anything at the moment.

"Ok so the first thing to happen to this base was that the medical supplies kept getting hit. Then the communications went down along with the encryptions. Then people started to disappear. This is not good, the lives of the people who have been take is being threatened. They're saying that they will kill them if Starfleet is informed."

"Jim, ok I get it. Yeah these might all be linked into something bigger but I don't get this nervousness. We deal with this stuff all the time. Not that I'm condoning getting into these messes but it's the truth. We're trained for this stuff…well you are, I'm trained to fix people while the ship gets blown up."

Jim stood by his window and looked out at the vest number of stars. He was quiet for a moment before he turned back to Bones, his face pale and eyes hard with the nerves and pushing adrenalin.

"Bones the stuff taken on the medical shipments…It was the Vulcan vaccinations, Vulcan blood and the GXRV-6 Toxin."

Just then the doors opened and the yeoman walked in with the food, she set it up and looked nervously between the two men. Neither had moved since she came in, save for the captain who had turned to the window. When she left Jim turned back to Bones.

"Jesus, Jim…You don't think it could be…" The doctor whispered not taing his eyes from the captain.

"I don't know…I mean, the classified files don't mention anything about others being alive but, they don't mention me either so anyone else could just as easily slipped under the radar…especially if they didn't return to Earth with the others." McCoy sighed and rubbed his hand over his eyes.

"It doesn't make sense though. How would they have found out about the Sleepers? It's a complicated thing to make and you only managed to live up until you met me because you were either popping the Vulcan pills or drowning yourself in alcohol."

"I don't know but if you take it as fact that one or even more got off that planet undetected then this whole thing fits together right?"

"Jim you're jumping to conclusions! This could just as easily be Klingons as it could be that! You need to calm down and think about this rationally."

Jim growled and brushed his plate off the table along with his drink, Bones had just managed to pick his own plate up before the rest was wiped off.

"I can't that's the problem!" He shouted, trying to get his breathing under control. McCoy could see the fear in his eyes and saw past the anger the kid was showing. He stood up and forced Jim to sit on the bed. He framed Jim's face with his hands and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Calm down. Control this. Keep breathing."

The captain didn't break eye contact until he was breathing normally, when he did he looked down and a bright blush came over his cheeks, before he pulled away from the warm hands.

"Thanks Bones…I'm sorry about that." McCoy sighed and went back to his seat. He picked up the spilt plate and gave Jim half of his sandwich.

"Look kid, you need to stop being so paranoid that this is all going to come out and just work out what is actually going on. Whether this has anything to do with your past or not, you need to find out what's going on. People's lives are at stake here."

Jim nodded and sat down opposite the doctor. He broke the half of a sandwich in half again and gave it back to Bones, just keeping the small piece for himself. When he got a glare form the doctor he smirked slightly and shook his head.

"Seriously with my nerves and stomach I can't eat anymore than this or I'll throw up."

McCoy had just finished his half of the sandwich when Jim's com link began to flash. The captain sighed and shook his head before hitting the button.

"Captain Kirk here."

"Captain I have as much of the transmission translated as I can…You might want to come and here this sir." Jim looked at McCoy and the doctor stood up ready to follow Jim.

"I'm on my way Lieutenant." With that he shut off the link and walked out of his cabin, McCoy by his side.

Jim walked through to the commander's office knowing Spock would already be there, he had called the Vulcan while on his way to the office. He would need someone to think wholly logically.

"Alright Uhura what's going on with all this?" The woman bit her lip before pressing a button that put what was on her PADD on the large screen on the wall of the office.

"Ok so I managed to sort out the wavelengths into four bands. This first one is just a simple computer code, it's generic to every species since it's just patterns of numbers. This one is the one that got the communication to the Starbase in the first place. This second one is Klingon and holds the main message, it's scrambled through their military coding first but I managed to get through to it. The third is…Romulan but…it's not fluent. As though they didn't have Romulan coding equipment and were actually speaking the message again in Romulan rather then have the computer simply recode the message." She stopped and everyone turned to her. She seemed to steel herself before carrying on.

"This last one is the strangest. It isn't a code at all, or a message. It's just a bunch of growls and something human but I can't make out what is said." She played the last band and Jim froze up. There was a lot of growling like some sort of animal showing its dominance but Jim, especially in his state right now, could here the words under the growls. He looked over to Spock and could see that he had heard them too.

It was a sickeningly dreamy voice that Jim heard in his nightmares. It confirmed that this was related to his past and he had to try very hard not to show that he was effected by it, that he didn't know what was being said or the fact he was close to throwing up.

"Mr. Spock, anything on a higher level that we can't hear." He tried to sound normal about it all and it seemed it had come across how he wanted it too. Spock simply looked at him and began to recite what he had heard.

"It's not going to hurt don't worry…After we take you then we'll take the rest of the base, then we'll have lots of friends to play with." It was said in such a dry, plain tone that Jim almost managed to smile at that. Of course Spock wouldn't be effected by the words, he didn't know what it meant for the people who had been taken or the rest of the base if they didn't find them.

"I don't get what it means. Why have that over the top of an already encrypted message?" Uhura asked looking to Spock for an answer, since it was a given that if Uhura had a question then usually the only ones who could answer it would be Spock or Chekov.

"It could simply be another set of wavelengths that would make it harder to breakdown, a constant growl is hard to pick up over a multilayered encryption. The voice under the growl would be misleading you into thinking it may be relevant to the message."

"So it's Klingons then." McCoy put in, looking pointedly at Jim. Spock raised an eyebrow at his seemingly pointless comment and nodded his head.

"It would appear so."

There was a long silence while everyone processed this. It was hard to imagine that a Klingon ship could get this far into Federation space undetected, and more than a little unnerving at what they were doing here. Jim suddenly took a deep breath and turned to everyone. They all looked to him and saw the cold determination in his eyes and the tense muscles in his shoulders.

"No, it's not the Klingons. But I do know who it is."

...Ok so that's the first one, I kind of tried to end it like the original series would when going to a commercial break. If it worked or not is totally up to you. So yeah...NEXT CHAPTER!!