Sorry about the technical difficulties... ^_^;;;
Spock was the first to wake. He groaned, rubbing his aching head. As his surroundings came into sharper view, he jerked upright, much to the objection of his head. Wild eyes roved over the tiny, metal room, taking in the solid steel door and no windows. He felt something cold around his neck and raised shaking fingers to see what it was. It seemed to be some sort of metal collar. When he turned to his right, he saw Jim, still laying unconscious on the hard floor. A pang of fear jolted through him as he crawled over to his captain and lay gentle fingers along Jim's pulse point under the collar he wore as well. He felt relief wash over him as he felt the flutter of life. Moving his hand to Jim's shoulder, he cautiously shook the man awake. Jim groaned as he stirred, blinking open crystalline, blue eyes.
"Wha happ'ned?" he slurred, sitting up slowly.
"I do not know." Spock responded, assisting Jim in rising.
"What's the last thing you remember?" he asked more clearly.
"We were on the planet CS-745 searching for medicinal plants. There was a blinding, white light. I remember nothing else."
"Yeah, same here. Where do you think we are?"
"I have not gathered enough data to come up with a hypothesis." Spock was finally in control of his emotions enough to project the calm, stoic demeanor that Jim was accustomed to.
"Shit." Jim mumbled. Spock suddenly stilled as his sensitive, Vulcan ears picked up the sound of footsteps against the, presumably, metal corridor. They grew closer until they finally stopped outside the door of the room. The room was silent and the shrieking of under-oiled steel shot through the room, causing both men to flinch. A very large humanoid stepped into the room. His skin was a pale blue color and eyes dark. The most notable feature of the alien was his webbed ears. When he spoke, it was in a deep, thundering voice.
"Welcome to the S'lara, gentlemen. I trust you have found your stay agreeable thus far." he said with a self-satisfied smirk. Jim growled in anger.
"Who the hell are you?!" The man's smirk widened into a full on grin.
"Pretty and feisty. You will fetch a good price." Spock and Jim both paled at the implication of that statement.
"You're playing with fire. We're officers in Starfleet. You're bringing the whole Fleet down on your head." The man laughed heartily.
"That's exactly why you two are going to make me rich. Do you know how many people out there would like to get their hands on Starfleet's golden child and one of the last Vulcans?" Spock stood. This man was larger than him, but he was acting on the belief that he may be stronger. He was about to rush forward when the man pressed a button on a small device he was holding in his hand. The effect was immediate. Spock crashed to the floor, writhing in pain from electrical shocks shooting through his system from the collar around his neck. Jim crawled to Spock's side as fast as he could.
"Stop it!" he yelled. The man laughed, finally letting up on the button. Jim pulled Spock into his lap, cradling him against his chest.
"It would be smart of you to comply." With that, he turned, leaving the cell and slamming the door shut behind him. After the man left, Jim patted Spock's face gently, trying to rouse him. Spock blinked his eyes open. They were bleary and glossed over with pain.
"Spock, are you okay?" he asked, worry tinging his voice.
"I believe so. It seemed to simply be electrical shock. Not enough to seriously injure, just hurt." Jim nodded, holding Spock closer to him, wondering how the hell they were going to get out of this.
~x~x~x~
"What happened?" Uhura asked, eyes wide, when she met Doctor McCoy and the security detail in the transporter room. McCoy had a sour, furious expression on his face.
"I have no fuckin' clue!" he exclaimed, stepping off the transporter pad. "One minute they're there and the next they're gone. There was a white light that engulfed everything and, when it went away, Jim and Spock weren't there anymore." he explained. While he was talking, he and Uhura began walking through the corridors to the bridge. Once there, McCoy looked around at everyone, who was staring at him. "Did any of you notice anything weird while we were down there." It was Chekov who answered him.
"There was a strange electrical interference while you were planet-side. When it dissipated, both the captain and commander's signals were gone."
"Were there any other ships in the vicinity?" This time, it was Sulu who answered.
"Not that I could tell. As soon as the interference was gone, I scanned the entire area for other ships." Uhura spoke up next.
"I didn't pick up any kind of communications in the area." McCoy sighed in frustration.
"Great! So our captain and first officer just vanished into thin air. Who's gonna be acting captain so that we can get this search underway?"
"That would be Sulu." Uhura said. McCoy looked over at the helmsman.
"Mind if I sit in the chair?" he asked.
"No problem. I'm more useful at my station." he answered. He then addressed the entire bridge. "Alright, let's scan the entire area for any kind of electrical residue or any kind of signature."
"Yes, sir." everyone, with the exception of McCoy said unanimously.
~x~x~x~
After a while, two more men, with the same features as the first, entered the cell. Jim and Spock, who had since righted himself, readied themselves for a confrontation. Seeing their defensiveness, the two men each briefly pressed the button on the devices they held and Jim and Spock hit the ground. This allowed the two men to cuff their hands behind their backs and drag them into a standing position. They were led out of the cell and down the corridor of the ship.
"Where are we going?" Jim barked. He received no answer as they made their was to, what they recognized as, a transporter room. They beamed down into an ornate room. There were luscious fabrics hanging on the walls, pillows and cushions strewn about the floor, and furniture accented with, what looked like, gold. Overall, it was a very expensive-looking room. Spock and Jim were shoved to the ground before the two men disappeared through the large, wooden door.