A/N: Hi! All parts exist in the same universe, but not all are in chronological order! They will say (Part _/_) when a certain chapter is a part of a longer group of chapters, that will make up one story in this collection of multiple stories about one Captain James Tiberius Kirk and his crew of the USS Enterprise.

On that note, I actually don't know how long this first little group of chapters will be... ;.;

"Jim... Damn it Jim, wake up you idiot!" Doctor Leonard 'Bones' McCoy called as the pair's captors' footsteps closed in from the other side of the prison cell. McCoy was hoping that all the drugs that their captor's had injected into the captain to keep him down, hadn't permanently knocked him into a coma. After a bit more prodding and thankful slowness on the captors' part, Captain James T. Kirk's limp body stirred. Suddenly, his bright blue eyes snapped open.

Wildly looking around, Jim struggled to move from his current position of lying down on the cold metal floor.

"Jim! Damn it, get ahold of yourself, kid!" McCoy practically yelled in a not so very quiet whisper. A few quick moments passed, not even seconds, before comprehension flickered into those blue eyes.

"Bones...?" Jim whispered, voice raspy and cracked with disuse.

"Yeah, kid, it's me," McCoy answered soothingly, then he pressed on. "Listen, Jim, get ahold of yourself. These bastards took the rest of the crew somewhere else. We're the the only ones left in this damn cell. Everyone else was taken by these bastards. We need to find a way out and get to everyone else."

"The crew...?" Jim echoed, mind not yet fully lucid after being knocked unconscious by the enemy.

"Yeah, the crew. Ya know, that green-blooded hobgoblin and your fencing ninja Sulu?" McCoy impatiently answered. "Damn it, Jim! We don't got time for this shit!"

Suddenly the metal door to the prison cell slammed open. Both men flinched and visibly recoiled as the captors stepped in, blocking off the only source of light. Mentally cursing, McCoy looked around desperately, hoping for something, anything to ward off the enemy. Fleetingly, he remembered that he had done this exact same thing when the captors came in to haul away a live and kicking Sulu. And the exact same results were yielded. Nothing. Not a single damn thing to use. Jim, bless the idiot, caught on quickly and had stopped moving to mimic a still unconscious state.

"Well, well, well. A good time to be awake isn't it, Doctor?" The captor, someone who McCoy presumed was the leader, spoke. "This time we're here for you."

Shuddering at the thought and the cold, unsympathetic voice, McCoy answered. "What have you done with Sulu and Spock?"

"Oh, them? You mean the useless ones who refused to say anything? The ones that we tortured?" The lead captor smiled. "They're dead."

Eyes widening with shock, McCoy had no words. He was frozen with horror. The mere idea of Sulu and Spock being dead was horrifying. No, it was downright terrifying, as both were resilient and loyal. In his shock, he failed to see or hear Jim somehow slip out of his shackles and leap at the enemy.

"You bastards!" Jim roared. He landed on top of the leader, smashing in the alien's bald head into the ground, shattering the skull. Within seconds he had ripped the leader's gun from the holster and fired it at the guards. One by one, they dropped like flies, each in quick succession. All dead on the floor. In the next instant, Jim quickly stood from kneeling over the dead body of the leader, found the keys and unlocked the cuffs on McCoy's wrist. Jim froze for a brief moment, gently holding and examining the wrist of the doctor that was rubbed raw and scabbed over in parts where he had bled. The space between Jim's brows crinkled in worry and anger. "I'm sorry, Bones. This should've never happened," He whispered. "Let's go, I won't let them hurt you or anyone else ever again."

McCoy, still dazed, came to full awareness as he felt Jim's hand in his, pulling the doctor along. Jim was careful, mindful of the scabs and tender skin of McCoy's wrists. McCoy snapped out of his daze and came to focus on his surroundings. The sounds of groaning and shaking metal proved that the ship they had been kidnapped with was old. Bronze walls with rust building on it had small chunks falling off every now and then. Then, McCoy came to notice something very strange indeed. The ship was shaking badly, almost as if it was just barely holding itself together at the seams. No scratch that, the ship was practically collapsing on itself. Shit. A million times, shit.

"Jim, we have to get out of here!" McCoy yelled. "We'll die at this rate!"

"I know that, damn it! I know! Fuckers said they killed my crew, Bones! My crew! I have to make sure. Either they're alive and counting on us to save them, or like those fuckers said... Sulu and Spock could be... They could be dead," Jim ended quietly, stopping in the middle of the corridor. Suddenly, a massive jerk of the ship knocked both men to the floor. Both cursed openly, Jim having pulled McCoy down underneath his body, protecting the doctor from falling debris. Their hands remained linked. As soon as the ship's shuddering had slowed to a manageable rate, both men staggered from the ground forward. The ship almost seemed to fall silent for a brief moment. The only sound was from the heavy breathing of both Jim and McCoy.

"Captain!" A cry came from the right. Jim's eyes widened as he recognized that voice. The pair turned towards the right path down to a different corridor. In an instant, both men had begun to sprint down the right hallway, "Captain!" The cry resounded again. Skidding to a halt just as a crash shook the ship, Jim and McCoy reached a fork in the hallway. The second cry came from the right again, so they continued to sprint towards their right, Jim leading.

Arriving at the end of the hall and smashing open a metal door, the pair came upon one, Hikaru Sulu. Strapped to a metal table with multiple lacerations that were obviously inflicted as torture, the pilot, pale with blood loss, smiled warily. "Captain... Thank god..."

"SULU!" Both Jim and McCoy cried out. McCoy, in full Chief Medical Officer mode, was analyzing Sulu's injuries with a critical eye. Jim went about quickly removing the straps holding his pilot of his ship, down. With a small cry of pain, Sulu was off the table and leaning heavily, with one arm looped over Jim and McCoy's respective shoulders. Another crash swept the ship away and a part of the ceiling came screaming down, landing near the three men and blocking the previously smashed open door.

"Shit," Jim cursed, then turned towards the other exit. Footsteps echoed off the corridor and into the room. "Double shit, Bones! Take Sulu and go through the rubble. I'll buy as much time as I can!"

"Jim! We're not leaving you here!"

"That's right, Captain! If anything, I should be the one holding them off, not you!"

"That's an order, Sulu, Bones."

"An order, my ass. Screw protocol, the order be damned. Jim, we're not leaving you! Ever! Never now, never later! You're the captain, Jim! And you're my best friend!" McCoy roared. Then he unslung Sulu's arm from around his shoulder and threw the injured pilot at Jim.

"Wha-"

"Shut it. Get through that damn pile of rubble, I got this."

"Wait, Bones! You can't just-"

"I can and I will! Now go!" With one final hefty push towards the direction of the other door, McCoy stepped between the opposite doors. effectively becoming a living obstacle that the captors would have to go through. Quickly, McCoy scanned the room. With a smile, he dashed forward and snagged a can of oxygen from a nearby wall. He checked the gauge. Full. Perfect. Thankfully, this seemed to be some sort of medical facility doubling as a torture room, and with this ship being so old, the medical supplies must be old too. Which meant rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls with bandages. McCoy spotted the stuff he needed in another corner and jumped forward.

A guard suddenly came crashing through the other door and swung the gun in hand, around the room. The guard saw McCoy and fired almost instantly. The sound rang through the air. Jim and Sulu, who had both made it out safely froze, momentarily horrified. There was a scream. McCoy's scream.