Okay! So, I didn't really expect anyone to read this, so when people did I decided to go back and edit the first chapter a bit. If you read it yesterday, go back and read it again! :) Nothing too big changed, but it's much better writing now, haha.

This chapter got out pretty quickly; don't get used to that. I'll probably take a lot longer from now on ~ sorry!

Without further ado... chapter two! (heheh)

A voice out of darkness.

"Sir?

"Uh, sir.

"He's asleep, sir."

A faint smile crossed a bitter face. It did not fit this face, but there it was nonetheless.

"Good work, soldier.

"Now, get to work."

Chaos, that was what it was.

Complete and utter chaos.

Jim had just - disappeared from the bridge. That was what Spock had told him. "Goddamit man, captains don't just get randomly beamed off of their ships! This is a Starfleet ship, and a spanking good one - how the hell did the transporter beam get past our shields?!" His response hadn't been too polite, sure, but he was this ship's chief medical officer and Jim was his first priority (as well as being his best friend. Maybe his only friend? He'd… dwell on that later). Damn it if McCoy wasn't worried about the kid, but not knowing where he was or what was happening to him just made it worse. He hated being clueless about his friend's location.

Leonard sighed. There wasn't any good he could do just sitting here moping about, worrying. His shift was over, but there was no way he could sleep now. He picked up his PADD, added another shift to his schedule, and headed back to medbay.

For a while, McCoy lost himself in his work. At first there were no injuries that needed his attention, so he began taking inventory of all the medical supplies: hypos, pills, bandages; noting things that needed to be picked up at the next Starfleet outpost. About an hour into his shift, an engineer came in with a broken wrist. He'd fallen and landed on his arm, apparently. The doctor sighed at the man, but had it fixed in no time at all with a few stabilizers and a hypo. "Try not to use it for a few days," he said, before dismissing him.

Then he stopped. Thought for a moment. Everything that he'd done since he'd gotten the news of Jim's disappearance had been instinct, habit. He couldn't concentrate with Kirk missing. McCoy was slightly angry for letting himself get so distracted. He needed to be able to work in a crisis, (and yes, a missing captain was definitely a crisis) and this was definitely not working. The man pinched the bridge of his nose, but tried to stop thinking about Jim and get back to work.

It wasn't really that much of an effective technique, blocking reality - but he supposed it would work for the time being.

The very moment that the Captain's form had disappeared completely from the Enterprise, Commander Spock was already calculating where he could have gone, mentally checking off old enemies of both Kirk's and Starfleet's, crossing off places that had a .01% or less possibility that the Captain could have possibly been relocated to.

He began barking orders to the alpha crew. "Ensign Chekov, attempt to trace the signal to its destination. Lieutenant Sulu, inspect our shields and figure out how the transporter beam got past them. Lieutenant Uhura, contact Starfleet and let them know what has happened. See if they have any ideas as to how and why this had occurred." He paused and activated his comm, without checking to see if the crew had obeyed him. He knew they would. "Bridge to Engineering."

"Scotty here. What can I do for you, Commander?"

"Captain Kirk has just been beamed off of the bridge by an unknown source. Please have the ship ready to go to warp as soon as we can trace the signal." The Vulcan ended the transmission without waiting for a reply. His emotions were on edge, as they always seemed to be while the Captain was in danger. He found this illogical and just a bit annoying, but he worked around it, and ignored them the best he could.

His next action was to alert the CMO of the Enterprise. He was not looking forward to the man's reaction, but it had to be done. Doctor McCoy needed to be ready, should Kirk come back to the Enterprise with any injuries. "Bridge to medical," he spoke into his comm.

"Doctor McCoy here. What's Jim done this time?"

Spoke found it amusing that the doctor immediately assumed that the Captain had done something. Of course, it wasn't that surprising, considering that about 94.2394% of the time the First Officer contacted medbay from the bridge, it was to report something about Captain Kirk. "The Captain has been beamed off of the ship to an unknown location. Please be prepared to receive him in medbay, as per usual."

"Goddamit man, captains don't just get randomly beamed off of their ships! This is a Starfleet ship, and a spanking good one - how the hell did the transporter beam get past our shields?!"

"We are not certain as of yet. The bridge crew is working on it, however, and I will inform you once we have located the Captain." Spock quickly ended the conversation, wanting to avoid any further confrontation with the doctor.

He turned back to the bridge, moving forward to stand next to the empty captain's chair. Though he was Acting Captain, and would be allowed to sit in the chair, he did not feel comfortable in it, not when Kirk was the Captain of the Enterprise. He decided that he would not be a suitable captain, and that he much preferred the position of First Officer.

"Starfleet has been notified, sir." Uhura's voice distracted him. "Their orders are to find him as quickly as possible, and not to tell anyone outside of Starfleet that he's missing."

This was as he predicted, of course. Starfleet would not want their poster boy of a captain to go missing for too long, nor would they have any desire to alarm the public. Everyone loved James Kirk, the youngest Starfleet captain in history; it would not be good for Starfleet's popularity if he were to be missing in action for too long.

"Thank you, Lieutenant-"

"Sir! I have traced the signal, Commander. It seems to have stopped on a planet called… Chion III; it is approximately seven hours away at maximum warp."

Spock nodded quickly. "Sulu, set course to Chion III." He pressed his comm- "Lieutenant Scott, are we prepared to go to warp?"

"Yes, sir."

Spock nodded to Sulu, who had turned to face the Commander. Sulu's face hardened; he turned around immediately and then they were speeding through space.

Seven hours, Spock thought. Too long.