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Chapter 1

"Set phasers to stun, but keep them holstered, we don't wanna start anything," Kirk whispered the second they transported onto the ship, the strings of light surrounding their bodies dying out.

"Sulu, have that sword-thing ready, and Spock... keep that left hand free," he continued, opening in his communicator, "Scotty, keep track of ours and the hostage's signals, I want to be able to get out quickly."

"Yes, Captain."

Earlier that day, Uhura received a stress signal of a frightened woman worried for her life, repeating that she was being held captive. The signal was cut short but Uhura was quick enough to determine coordinates.

After a heavy hour of complaining with Spock, Kirk 'illogically' decided that they would conduct the rescue mission themselves and beam onto the ship; though it was more of a small shuttle compared to the size of the Enterprise.

In Spock's words, they were 'trespassing upon a ship that had potentially dangerous consequences'.

The ship seemed empty; too quiet. However when Spock closed his eyes and turned his head a fraction of an inch, James knew something was up. Spock opened his eyes as he held up both hands, showing six fingers. Three to six.

This should be fun.

"Is the girl okay?" Kirk whispered so silently he wasn't even sure he could hear himself. Spock shook his head, and Sulu cursed in Japanese as Kirk closed his eyes tight.

"She's breathing. But from my guess of what you mean by 'okay', she is far from it," Spock whispered.

"Where are they?"

"Two doors down, in the galley."

Kirk moved, but Spock caught him before he reached the doorway.

That's when they heard slurred voices among heavy laughing. There were clinks of glasses and Kirk thought he heard some soft jazz.

Spock motioned for them to walk down a different hallway, coming around the other side of the room. and they came close to a different door leading to the same area. Kirk peeked around the doorway and saw that the offenders had their backs to him.

Raucous laughter echoed around the room, disturbed only by a feminine voice.

She wasn't crying or pleading, however. She was complaining.

And - Kirk had no hard time noticing - she was wearing only a pair of jeans.

She struggled against the hard and violating hands of her captors until she was shoved. With her hands tied behind her back, she had no way to brace herself as she fell, but she quickly struggled into a sitting position. Kirk suppressed a growl and intended to walk forward, but Spock grabbed him and held him down.

Knowing what these men had probably done to the girl on the floor brought up repressed memories. He shook his head, and opened his eyes to look at Spock.

"It is clear that you are emotionally compromised to carry out this plan successfully. I suggest you return to the Enterprise now," Spock whispered.

"I think we should finish stripping her," one of the men said.

The girl's bare feet pedaled and slipped against the hard ground as she tried to move away from the group. They laughed some more and the one who'd spoken bent down onto his haunches in front of her.

He caught her bare ankle, immobilizing her.

"On the contrary, this certain compromise of mine is going to let me carry out this plan perfectly," Kirk whispered, his voice low as he turned back to Spock.

He was ready to kick some ass, and he was ready now.

"You can help me or not," he finished.

He turned back to look into the room just in time to see the woman's bare chest heave as she spat on the man who held her ankle.

Kirk was striding into the room before Spock or Sulu could stop him. They both quickly followed.

The six men, standing in a cluster, turned to look at the Captain with various expressions of astonishment, confusion, and anger. They were slow to react, and Kirk realized what the clinking of glasses meant.

These buffoons were drunk.

"Romulan," Spock whispered so Kirk could hear, though Kirk figured who they were from their sculpted and tattooed faces.

One of the Romulan's reached behind their back.

"You."

Kirk stabbed him with a fast lethal look as he pointed his phaser at him.

"Touch that weapon and you'll regret it."

"I doubt that," the Romulan said, and he brought his hand around to bring his weapon out. He barely had time to unholster it before Kirk took two big steps and kicked out.

The force of his boot caught the alien on the chin with sickening impact, making him sprawl to the floor with a groan before passing out. He heard two releases of Spock's phaser and turned around just in time to quickly punch one with long hair. He punched the man again, and then decided to just shoot him. Kirk felt like punching and kicking and bringing pain to these men with his own hands, but knew it would take longer and knew Spock wouldn't allow it.

Sulu and Spock finished off the rest of the men as Kirk turned to the girl.

Kamira could hardly believe her eyes.

One minute she'd known she would be raped and probably killed, and the fear had been an all consuming, clawing dread inside of her.

Now... now she didn't know what had happened. Three men, all in Starfleet uniform, just walked into the room.

Well no, that wasn't right. The first man didn't walk in. He had strode in, and then started to overtake her abductors.

Her heart pounded in fast, deep thumps that hurt her chest and made it difficult to draw an even breath. The relief flooding over her in drowning force didn't feel much different than her fear had.

Her awareness of that man was almost worse. She felt awed and amazed and disbelieving. And those blue eyes… those blue eyes were looking right at her. They even seemed a little teary, and she didn't know what to think.

He turned away, and let out a deep breath as he holstered his phaser and the other two men did the same, the six Romulans now all on the floor unconscious.

One of the saviors approached her. He was Vulcan, his eyebrows and ears gave it away.

"I am Spock, First Officer of the U.S.S. Enterprise. We recieved your distress signal, there is no need to fear us."

The other man approached, equally cautious, but more gentle; human. He didn't say anything, just stood next to Spock and surveyed her bruised face with a frown. His eyes began to linger down, but he blushed and in full modesty turned away.

Kamira ached. Her body, her heart, and her mind.

She long ago lost feeling in her arms, but everywhere else pulsed with relentless pain. The men had punched and kicked her around a bit. Her head was throbbing, and she knew there was blood on her face, she felt it.

She knew she wasn't decently covered, but with her hands tied tightly behind her back, she couldn't do anything about it. She felt self-conscious and vulnerable and ready to cry, so she did her best to straighten her aching shoulders, put on a brave face, and look back up to Spock.

But instead of Spock, it was him.

He peeled his shirt off over his head then stepped in front of her, blocking her from the others. They took the hint and turned their backs. Kamira stared at his broad and toned chest. She started feeling dizzy again.

With a gentle touch, Kirk went down on one knee and laid his shirt over her. It was warm from his body.

His voice was low as he spoke.

"I'm going to free your hands, just hold still a second, okay?"

Kamira didn't answer. She couldn't answer. She'd been scared for so long now. What seemed like months had only been a little more than a week... but she was rescued now. She was safe.

The man didn't go behind her to free her hands but rather reached around her while looking over her shoulder, blocking her body with his own. She felt a small tug and the ropes fell away.

But as she tried to move, red hot pain rushed through her arms and into her shoulders and wrists, making her cry out in pain.

He drew back and looked worried as he touched her shoulders and let his hands move down her arms and to her hands, which he grasped within his own.

"Are you okay to move?" he asked.

Kamira nodded softly, her eyes closed tight.

With that, Kirk reached forward again and tied his shirtsleeves in a knot so the shirt would stay put. He then wiped a tear off her cheek, and picked her up with ease.

As he stood up she whispered a 'thank you' before her eyes fluttered and her eyes rolled back as she passed out.

He reached for his communicator.

"Scotty, get us the hell out of here."