a/N: Sorry i haven't written in so long! i will try and post a lot of chapters quickly to make up for it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't know who does.

"Mr. Spock, are you all right?"

Uhura's worried voice helped shake me out of my daze. I sat back in my chair and waited for my vision to clear before answering her. "I believe no permanent damage is done, Lieutenant."

"What happened?"

I tilted my head, and immediately regretted moving it, "The occipital area of my head impacted with the arm of the chair."

"Sir, I mean what happened to us?" Of course, she could see what had happened to me

I shifted my glance from Uhura and surveyed the room. "That we have yet to ascertain, Lieutenant."

"Mr. Spock, the planet's gone!"

I turned my head towards the view screen and sure enough the planet we had been orbiting was no where in site. I heard Scotty leap up from his station and in a horrified voice cry out "But the Captain! And the others! They were on it!" Eyeing the empty screen he sadly finished "There's no trace of it at all." At the helm Lieutenant Radha shifted in her seat "Maybe the whole system went supernova. Those power readings..."

That possibility was highly improbable. If the system had gone supernova we would have disintegrated. "Please refrain from wild speculation. Mr. Scott, engine status reports. Lieutenant Uhura, check damage control. Lieutenant Radha hold this position. Scan for debris from a possible explosion." Slowly everyone seemed to relax.

"Mr. Spock, Ensign Wyatt, the Transporter officer, is dead."

Lieutenant Uhura's announcement could not have surprised me more. "Dead?" I punched the intercom button on the captain chair to speak with sickbay.

"Sickbay, Dr. M'Benga ,sir."

"Report on the death of the Transporter officer and your conditions."

"We're not sure yet. Dr Sanchez is conducting the autopsy now. As for our conditions we're going to be busy for quite a while. We've got a lot of minor injury's to take care of due to whatever happened earlier."

"I want a full report on the incident as soon as possible." I turned my chair towards Scotty. "Mr. Scott, have the transporter checked for possible malfunctions. "

"Aye Sir."

"There's no debris of any kind, sir. I made two full scans. if the planet had broken up we'd have some sign. What bothers me most though are the stars, Mr. Spock."

I looked up from my console which had the list of injured person's on it- I was checking to see if Christine was on it, and she thankfully was not. Looking at the view screen I noted nothing odd about the stars.

"They're wrong sir."

"Wrong Lieutenant?"

"Wrong Sir Look." she then showed a distant pattern of normal star movements; but in the immediate foreground there were no stars. She then showed a replay of what the stars looked like before the explosion.

"It resembles a positional change." Now that didn't make sense.

"It doesn't make sense, but I'd say that in some how in a flash we've been knocked a thousand light years away from where we were."

I made a quick check of my readings, "Nine hundred and ninety point seven light years to be exact."

"But that's not possible!" Scotty suddenly exclaimed "nothing could do that!"

I had to agree with Scotty, but we had clearly moved. "It is not logical to assume that the force of an explosion, even a small supernova, could have hurled us the distance of a thousand light years."

"The point is sir that is shouldn't have hurled us anywhere. it should have immediately vaporized us."

And that was the dilemma with are having moved. How did it happen? "Correct Mr. Scott. By any laws we know. There was no period of unconsciousness; and the ship's chronometers registered only a matter of seconds. We were displaced through space in some manner I am unable to fathom."

"Then the planet didn't blow up! The captain and the others are still alive!"

As much as I would have liked to agree with him there was no logic to his statement, and I could not condone any false hopes. " Mr. Scott please restrain your leaps of illogic. I have not said anything, I was merely speculating." Mr Scott did not have a chance to respond, at that moment the intercom beeped.

"Sickbay to Mr. Spock" I recognized the voice and felt my stomach get a little fluttery, it was amazing how quickly she could do that. I squashed the emotions down and pressed the intercom button.

"Spock here."

"Nurse Chapel, Sir. You asked for the autopsy report, the cause of death seems to have been cellular disruption."

Cellular disruption? "Explain."

"It's as though every cell of the Ensign's body has been individually blasted from the inside." Her voice sounded a little frightened.

"Would any known disease do that?'

"Dr. Sanchez has ruled out that possibility, we have no idea as to what caused it. However we do know that it happened right around the time of the explosion."

"Someone might have entered the Transporter room after- or as- the Captain and his party left. Keep me advised, please. Spock out." This was turning out to be rather a large puzzle, with far more questions than answers. "Mr. Scott, Since the Enterprise still appears to be in good condition I suggest we return to our starting point at top warp speed."

"Aye sir but even at that it will take a good while to get there."

"Then we should start at once. Can you give me warp eight?"

"Aye, sir. And maybe a wee bit more. I'll sit on the warp engines myself and nurse them."

"That position, Mr. Scott, would be not only unavailing, but also... undignified. Lieutenatn plot a course for..."

"Already laid in sir."

"Good, prepare for warp eight." I ignored the sense of growing unease about what we would find once we reached the planet. And instead concentrated on blocking out the pain my headache was giving me.

A/N: sorry there wasn;t much Spock Chrisitne interaction in this chapter, there should be more in the next ones.