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Thanks so much for the reviews! I wasn't expecting to get many on this because its a fairly new film and I'm not sure how popular Spock and Kirk agnsty is at the moment. But I was plesantly surprised! :) Thanks so much, here's the next chapter!

Once again, I apologize if I get something wrong with the ship or the crew - I'm not very familiar with them!


Scotty through himself into the lift and slammed a hand against a button. The lift began to move upwards towards the main control room. He twisted his hands anxiously before him, tapping one foot impatiently. Come on, come on... the doors slid open and Scotty moved quickly out onto the floor.

"We have a problem, people!" he yelled.

The crew looked up, frowning. Uhura rose to her feet, turning away from her station.

"Scotty? Where's Jim and Spock, and the Captin?"

"What's going on?" Chekov added. "Something blew up just beside the Narada, we've just seen it."

"No time!" Scotty yelped, racing forwards to stand beside the Captin's seat. "The Narada is about to be consumed by a black hole, and if we're not careful we'll be sucked in with it! We have to get out of here!"

A murmur of shock and confusion rose up from the crew. Chekov instantly whirled back to face his control pannel, his face grim with fear; Uhura put a hand to her mouth in horror. And, a few seconds later, the whole ship tilted dizzyingly to the left. Scotty, the only one who wasn't sitting down, was thrown to the side and would have fallen straight into the control pannel if he hadn't grabbed the arm of the Captin's chair. The Enterprise span around, engines firing up - and the black hole burst out from the Narada. The other ship was consumed in seconds, and the next moment the Enterprise was juddering and shaking as it was dragged backwards.

"Someone do something!" Scotty shouted, digging his fingers into the arm of the chair. "Chekov!"

"I'm trying!" Chekov snapped back. "Its too strong!"

"We're being pulled back!"

Uhura span around in her chair. "Where's Jim?" she demanded. "We need a Captin!"

"He won't come. I don't know what to..." Scotty's voice trailed off. "Wait... we could use the ship's warp drive reactor cores," he whispered. "If we ignited them... the explosion might just be enough..."

He froze, checking and re-checking everything in his head. Then he turned and sprinted back to the lift.

"Hold on!" he threw back over his shoulder. "I'm gonna get us out of here!"

"But what are you going to..." Chekov trailed off as the lift's doors slid closed. "Do," he finished, scowling.


Jim had Spock's blood on his shirt.

The very smell of it was making him tremble slightly with fear for the Vulcan, and the fact that Spock had not said a word since they had begun to move him was even more worrying. Jim could see that he had more injuries that he had first thought - blood was leaking out of a wound just above his stomach, one leg was twisted grotesquely at an angle and blood was still trickling from his lips, dripping onto the floor. Ash was smeared across his cheek and clothes, and he hung limply in Jim's grasp, offering no response or sign of life. Jim swallowed hard. As long as they got him to the hospital bay quickly, he would be alright. Bones would be able to help him...

The Enterprise suddenly tilted abruptly, and Jim, Spock and the man who had come to help them all slammed into the left hand wall. The ship's engines began to fire up, sending all of them sliding back the way they had come and colliding harshly with the back wall. Jim's head snapped back, striking the wall sharply, and black dots danced before his eyes. He managed to hold onto both consciousness and Spock, one arm wrapped protectively around Spock's chest. Blood made his fingers slippery, and the ship appeared to be shaking and jolting wildly.

"What the...?" Jim tightened his grip on Spock and pressed a hand to his com. "Scotty? Uhura? Suru? Chekov? Come on, anyone!"

He got nothing but interference. He lowered his hand, wetting his lips, and looked around. The crew member had been sperated from them - presumably he had fallen down a different corridor when the ship tilted - which meant that Jim was on his own. He looked down at Spock.

"Okay then, man," he muttered. "Looks like we're on our own."

He grabbed the wall and stood up, pulling Spock upright with him. He pulled one of the Vulcan's arms around his shoulders and then wrapped his own arm around his waist. Bracing himself for the weight, he pushed forwards and began to walk unsteadily. He made it around the corner, and then the ship suddenly slipped out from beneath his feet, launching him forwards. He hit the ground, still managing to keep hold of Spock, and both of them tumbled down the corridor. The ship must have been thrown forwards somehow, but thankfully it was now moving at a steady pace. Whatever Scotty was doing, Jim was going to have words with him later...

For the second time he stood up, grabbed Spock, and began to move once more. It felt like far too long before he reached the medical bay, but finally he saw the doors and felt a wave of relief.

"This is happening to me way too often," he muttered, limping forwards.

He reached the medical bay and the doors slid open before him. He could see Captin Pike being taken care of on the other side, but the whole room appeared to be in chaos. Bones glanced breifly over his shoulder.

"Jim, what the hell is going on? You can't expect me to help people in this..."

His voice trailed off and he looked again. Then he muttered something to his accomplices and strode over to them, taking Spock's other side.

"What happened?" he asked shortly.

"I'm not sure," Jim panted as they made their way over to one of the beds. "Scotty tried to bring him back with us but there must have been some sort of problem." He paused, thinking about it clearly for the first time. "He must have still been on the ship when it hit the Narada."

Bones paled. "Was he exposed to any radiation from the red matter? Do you know how long he was in there for before you got him out?"

Jim shook his head helplessly. Bones swallowed hard, and then pulled Spock up onto the bed and gently pulled his eyelid open. He peered into the Vulcan's face, and then allowed his eye to close again.

"Someone get me a Geiger counter XM?" Bones called and then, at Jim's arched eyebrow, "To measure the radiation."

Jim nodded. "Will that-"

He broke off as Spock's body spasmed again and blood sputtered from his lips once more, staining the white blanket beneath him. He began to choke and Bones swore loudly.

"I need some help over here!" he called. "Jim, get outta the way."

Jim found himself pushed back out of the way by two young women and a man. He hovered just behind them, clenching his fists as Spock's body jerked and trembled. Bones glanced up at him.

"Go back to the control room, Jim, they'll need you."

"Bones..." Jim hesitated. "You can help him, can't you?"

Bones wouldn't meet his gaze. "You have to go, Jim," he muttered.

Jim stood frozen for a few seconds, all too aware that Bones had not answered his question. Then he quickly turned and left before he could convince himself to change his mind.


Uhura looked up as Jim stepped out of the lift and strode into the middle of the room. She smiled - for a moment Scotty's anxious, jittery actions had made her feel that something was wrong, but Jim was right here. She twisted around in her seat, waiting for Spock to follow, but he did not. She frowned, and then span around to face Jim.

"What was all that about?" he was demanding. "Did we hit a meteor or were you all just trying make my life harder?"

"Scotty just saved us," Chekov replied, grinning. "It was ingenious, he ignited the ship's warp reactor core to throw us clear of the black hole. We all would have been killed if it hadn't been for him."

Jim deflated slightly. "Right... good work, all of you. I'm sorry I wasn't here I... well."

"Jim?" Uhura rose to her feet. "Where's Captin Pike and Spock?"

Jim fixed his gaze on a star far out in space. "Pike's in the medical bay," he replied. "I think he'll be alright."

"And Spock?" Uhura prompted, moving over to him. "He did get out alright, didn't he? Jim?"

Jim opened his mouth, and then closed it again. Uhura felt a small twinge of irritation. "Jim, answer me..." her voice trailed off as her eyes slid down. The stood in silence for a few moments, and then quietly spoke again. "Jim, there's blood on your shirt. And its not human."

Jim took a deep breath. "No, Uhura, its not. Don't take this badly, alright?"

"What happened?" Uhura asked quickly. "Is Spock hurt?"

"He's in the medical bay," Jim replied. "He was still on board his ship when it hit the Narada."

Uhura's eyes widened. ""What? But... but how? Why didn't you pull him out before-"

"I tried, but Scotty couldn't get a focus on him because he was moving!" Jim snapped back. "I did try, Uhura."

"But... he's going to be alright?"

Jim shook his head and slumped down on in his chair. "How the hell should I know?" he asked tiredly, rubbing a hand over his face. "I just... I don't know, Uhura."

She stared at him. Then she turned and ran towards the lift. She heard Jim call her name, but she ignored him. She had to see Spock, to make sure he was going to be alright... but what if Bones couldn't help him?

What if Spock's life was in real danger?

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