Bones sat alone in sickbay, tapping a pen against the table over and over again. Eventually, the sound became so unbearable, he threw the pen down and stood frantically, dashing out of the room. He sped walk all the way to the bridge, seeing Spock turn around in the Captain's seat.

"How is he still not back? He only went to rest, didn't he?" Spock turned back around in realisation that it was only the doctor.

"I don't believe he was feeling too well," he replied after facing the view screen. "I am rather surprised he didn't go to you instead."

Bones rolled his eyes as he walked around the red rail between him and Spock and placed his hands on the back of the chair.

"Why didn't that moron come to sick bay?" Bones bent over sideways to look at Spock, to which Spock reacted with only glancing strangely at him.

"What is it, Doctor?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm. Bones noticed this and smiled at it, pulling himself back up.

"Did he look alright?"

"I did not notice anything particularly strange with his appearance."

"He looked awfully tired," Sulu interrupted. "Maybe a fever."

Bones rolled his eyes again.

"Imma go check on him." With that, he turned and stepped onto the turbolift. Spock thought nothing of the matter, and stayed in the Captain's chair.

"Jim?" Bones called into the room, the door still closed. "Jim, I need to make sure you're okay." There was no reply. Suddenly, Bones heard something else that peaked his interest. He heard breaths of a child. He followed the sound down the hall, only to discover a small child.

He approached it, and realised the child was jumping up and down, grabbing himself. Tears ran down his face, but he was dressed in a Starfleet uniform that seemed much too big for him.

"What's wrong, kid?" he asked, ignoring the fact that he was even there for a second.

"I need to go," the child said in a heavy accent. It took him a minute, but Bones understood. The kid needed the toilet.

"Alright. Follow me." Bones walked off, keeping an eye behind him to make sure the kid was following. Soon enough, he reached the bathroom, and gestured for the kid to go on in. "I'll be right back," he called. "Stay here until I get back!"

Bones dashed off back to Jim's room, still with no reply. After seeing no sign to keep him out, he opened the door, apologising in his mind for violating Jim's privacy.

But to his surprise, he saw a little boy sitting on the bed.

"Jim? Are you in here?" To his surprise, the kid responded.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a doctor. Have you seen a man?" He held his hand out. "About yeigh high." The boy shook his head. Bones raised his right eyebrow. "What's your name?"

"I'm James. Why did you call me Jim? Only Mom and Dad can do that."

Bones's stare was so blank, that it scared the boy. "No…"

"Did I do something wrong?" The boy's big, hazel eyes widened in fear, causing Bones to shake his head.

"No. You didn't do anything wrong. Can you stay here a minute?"

"Where am I?"

"We'll work that out in a minute. Just stay here, okay?" The boy nodded, his long hair flopping up and down as he did. "Okay." Bones made his way back to the bathroom to the other kid, but it was still locked, and he heard sobs from inside.

He knocked on the door. But there was no reply.

"Kid? It's me. You alright?" The door, opened, and the boy came out sobbing, and ran to Bones, hugging his legs tight. "What's wrong?"

The kid didn't reply, only kept crying. He picked the child up, and noticed the dark spot on his pants.

"Oh." He held the child close to his torso, not minding if he got wet, and walked back to Jim's quarters.

"Can you come with me, James?" James looked up and saw the other kid crying.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know anything for sure, yet. Just follow me." The boy stood and followed him.

Back in the sickbay, Bones sat the younger boy down on one of the biobeds, and gestured James to take another. He walked over to the comm on the wall.

"Could Mr. Spock report to sickbay, please? It's urgent," he said into it. After his announcement, he focused his attention back to the smallest boy, who was still crying.

He approached him, and rubbed his hand on the kid's shoulder.

"It's okay, Kid. You can stop crying."

"I'm sorry," he sobbed, his Russian accent thick.

"No. Don't do that. You didn't do anything wrong."

This didn't stop the kid's crying, but Bones left to go get the kid some other clothes. He searched through his stuff, but only found regular sized clothing, nothing that would fit the kid. While he was looking, Spock entered rather quickly. He turned and saw the concern in his eyes, but didn't say anything, as he knew Spock would only deny it.

"Doctor, may I ask who exactly these children are?" Bones smiled as he looked down at the ground.

"Spock, this is going to sound crazy, but I think this is the captain." He pointed at James on the bed.

"I'm not sure about that. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes. Spock. I'm fine. You can go get someone else if you want, but I'm telling you now, this has got to be Jim."

Spock nodded to himself.

"Very well. Shall I go get Ensign Chekov to sort this out?" Bones only glanced over at the younger kid crying quietly on the other biobed, causing Spock to look for himself. "This has gotten out of hand. Mr. Chekov, I order you to come out of hiding."

There was no reply.

"Spock, there's no one hiding. Even if there were, where would two kids have come from while we were at warp speed?"

Spock nodded once again to himself.

"Let us assume that these two children are the captain and Mr. Chekov. How did they get this way?"

Bones shrugged.

"I don't know. Hell, I don't even know what they were doing when it happened."

Spock glanced over the younger one in the huge clothes and then back at McCoy.

"Were you going to change that one?"

Bones tilted his head in sarcasm. "No. It's not like I was searching for clothes, and couldn't find any his size."

"Well, I suggest you try." With this, Spock walked out of the sickbay.

"Mr. Spock, this stays under wraps," he called to the stubborn Vulcan, to which he replied:

"Very much agreed, Doctor," and continued to walk away.

"Hobgoblin," McCoy mumbled to himself. He turned back to the tiny Chekov sitting on the bed that had stopped himself from crying. "Alright kid," he said to Pavel. "Why don't we get you changed this time?"

As he started looking for smaller clothing, he began to talk to the boy again.

"So, what's your name, kid?"

"I'm Pasha," the boy responded. McCoy didn't look away from the clothes, finding a rather small yellow shirt. He pulled out the entire outfit and held up the shirt to the young boy.

"Only a few sizes too big," he said sarcastically. "Why don't you go get cleaned up and put this on?" The boy wiped the final tear from his face and grabbed the clothing in his tiny hands, walking out of the door to the other room. With him gone, Bones looked to James.

"How old are you?"

"14, Sir. Why?"

"I was just wondering." Before long, Bones heard the compressed air sound of door opening. He didn't turn, only assuming it was Spock.

"I apologise for interrupting, Mr. Chekov. Have you seen the doctor?" He was right. Soon enough, Spock walked back in the room, and then James lowered his head to look at the floor.

"What is it, Spock?"

"There is someone communicating with us that demands to speak to the captain."

"Say he's not well at the moment."

"Do you not believe I tried that, already, Doctor?" Bones looked at James, who returned his glance, and then looked up at Spock and back down rather quickly.

"Tell them he's unconscious."

"I cannot lie. I'm Vulcan." Bones raised his eyebrows and looked at James.

"Does it look like the regular Jim is conscious right now?"

"I suppose you are right." With that, Spock left, once again apologising to the boy getting dressed in the other room.

"What's the matter, kid?" Bones asked James.

"What do you mean?"

"You seem a bit tense." James's face got suddenly red.

"Well-"

They were both interrupted as Chekov came in, handing Bones his clothes and yawning. Bones gladly took the clothes, setting them down on the third biobed in between James and the other Pavel was previously using.

"You look tired, Pasha." Pavel's eyelids began to fall, so Bones scooped him up and put him in the bed, covering him up with the bright red sheets. "Go to sleep."

But before he could finish his words, it seemed the small child was already asleep. He turned back to James.

"What were you saying?" James shook his head slightly.

"It's not important."

Bones sat down next to him. "I'm willing to listen if you want to talk, but if you don't, that's okay, too."

"Thanks. I'm good, though." Bones nodded and left the room, leaving James all alone.