Bones did not like being snatched out of his medical bay. He looked around him as he found himself on a Klingon warbird. "Why have you brought me here?" he demanded.

"Be quiet, Doctor!" the Klingon said and held a long-bladed knife up at him.

"What do you want?"

"You will see if you will be quiet! Otherwise, I will render you unconscious."

"Where's Captain Kirk? Did you bring him here?"

The Klingon looked at the one they were meeting. "Why did we have to bring this chatter box along?" he asked. "Why do we not kill them both?"

"They are valuable right now," the other replied. "Take him to his captain."

Bones was quiet since he knew he was going to where Jim was. When they arrived, Jim was sitting in a seat, strapped in, and he was unconscious. "Jim!" Bones said as he sat down beside him. He lifted Jim's chin up so he could see his face. He had a bloody nose. "What did you do to him?!" He touched the back of Jim's head and there was blood on his hand. He grabbed his medical kit and scanned Jim's head. He was alarmed at the reading. There was a skull fracture. "He needs to be in a hospital!"

"You will treat him here!" the Klingon said. "You are lucky that we need him alive!"

"You could have killed him!"

Bones did everything he could for Jim's wound but he could do nothing for a skull fracture. He wrapped a bandage around his head and cleaned the blood off his face. "Jim? Jim, wake up."

Jim moved a little. "Come on, wake up," Bones said. Jim mumbled something. "Wake up. Come on, open your eyes."

"Can't," Jim replied.

"Yes you can. We're in big trouble, Jim. You have to wake up." Bones shined a light in Jim's eye but his pupils were not reacting. "What did they hit you with?"

Jim groaned as he moved his head. "That's it," Bones said. "Open your eyes."

Jim finally got his eyes open, but he did not want to keep them open. "My head hurts," he said.

"I'm sure it does." Bones put his hands on each side of Jim's face. "You have to listen. You listening?" Jim nodded, but he looked very sleepy and uncertain. "We are on a Klingon warbird, Jim. We have been kidnapped by the Klingons!"

Jim just stared at him a moment but then he started to go to sleep again. "NO!" Bones said and shook him slightly. "You can't go back to sleep!"

"Why not?" Jim asked.

"Jim, listen to me! We're on a Klingon warbird! You remember? They came onto the Enterprise and they kidnapped you?"

"No. Carol…she had the baby."

"Jim, please!"

Bones finally realized Jim was still confused because of the concussion, and might not even remember being captured. He tried to get the straps loose, but he could not. He went to the door of the chamber they were in. "Hey! He needs to lie down!" he declared.

The Klingon who had brought Bones in there came in. "He will stay where he is!" he said.

"I said he needs to lie down! He has a serious head injury!"

"Doctor, you try my patience. If I get permission to kill the two of you, you will go first!"

Bones blew out a frustrated breath and went back to Jim. He took out a hypospray. "I'm gonna try and wake you up this way," he said and gave him the dose in the neck as usual. "That wasn't near as much fun as it is when you're awake." He lifted Jim's chin again. "Now, listen, Jim Kirk, you have to wake up. You want me to douse you with cold water?"

Jim opened his eyes slightly. "I may throw up on you," he said.

"Jim, listen! We are on a Klingon warbird on our way to who knows where!"

"Bones?"

Bones could see Jim was still a little confused. "Jim, snap out of it! We're in serious trouble here!"

"I'm tired."

"No, you're not tired. You're sleepy because you were whammed over the head with some Klingon weapon! Don't you remember that?"

Jim scowled at that. "No. My head hurts."

"Well, good. That's a better sign that you're waking up."

"Where did you say we are?"

"ON A KLINGON WARBIRD!"

Jim just stared at Bones a moment then as he finally comprehended what he said. He looked around them, and they were definitely not on the Enterprise. "We're on a Klingon Warbird?"

"Yes!"

"How did we get here?" Jim realized he was strapped in and tried to get the straps loose.

"Jim, I feel like I've been trying to explain this to you for hours. We were captured and taken off the Enterprise."

"What about the rest of the crew?"

"Just me and you."

Jim touched the back of his head. "My head hurts."

"You have a skull fracture. You have to be careful with that. I can't repair something like that here."

Bones sat down beside Jim and sighed. "I'm exhausted just trying to get you to wake up," he said.

"Well, sorry," Jim replied.

"How do we always get into these situations? I went to medical school, and here I am. I'm always wondering if I'm going to be vaporized or just shot through with a laser weapon, or maybe I'll be sucked out into space the next time someone attacks the Enterprise."

Bones looked at Jim who was just sitting there listening. "Are you done?" Jim asked.

"I guess I am."

"I can't get out of these straps."

"I know. I tried to get you out before."

"There must be a way."

They looked around the seat but did not see any buttons. Jim looked at the console to his right. "Maybe it's one of those," he said.

"You can't just start pushing buttons," Bones declared. "You might end up ejecting yourself out into space."

"Bones, will you relax?"

"Relax? We're on a Klingon ship, going somewhere to possibly be tortured and used for bargaining chips, and you want me to relax?"

"Alright. Never mind. Just stay tense." Jim looked sad then. "How is Carol?"

"She was fine when I was dragged out of the medical bay. I didn't have any choice but to go with them. I didn't want them to hurt her or the baby."

"I understand that."

"She may not know about this, but chances are, she's probably worried sick about you now. That's not good for her, but I'm sure the medical staff is taking care of her."

"There's no chance that she could have complications that would require you, right?"

Bones looked at Jim. "There's always a chance, but I don't see anything like that happening. Everything went fine. Don't start worrying like that."

"At least I got to hold him. What if I never see him again?"

Bones leaned back in his seat and sighed. "Spock tried to stop them from taking you and Solan did too. There were too many of them. They didn't seem to want to do anything but grab you. There must be a reason, and they must have known you were injured so they grabbed me, which means they want you alive."

"What for? Bones, I don't want to be tortured again. Can't you put me to sleep?"

"If I do, you could go into a coma. It was hard enough to get you awake the first time. You do have a concussion."

"My head hurts." Jim leaned back on the seat. "It really hurts, Bones."

Jim was asleep again before Bones could reply. He just sat there wondering what he could do to get them out of this situation. He had his communicator but he was sure it would not reach the Enterprise. However, he opened it anyway. "Anyone from the Enterprise, can you hear me?" he asked quietly. "Spock?" Just as Bones thought it was hopeless, he heard a reply that was more static than anything else. "This is Doctor McCoy." Again the static filled reply. He thought maybe they could hear about the same thing he was hearing.

Just then, a Klingon came through the door looking like he was angry about something. "You tried to send a transmission?!" he said and slapped Bones across the face, drawing blood from his mouth and nose. He grabbed the communicator and stomped it. "If you try anything else, you will pay more severely."

Bones just sat there as the Klingon walked back out. He supposed he should have known they would detect that. He wiped the blood off his mouth and nose as he could see they were swelling. "If you think that will stop me, guess again," he said. He looked around him at the equipment in the room they were in. He went around behind the seats they were sitting in and looked at the consoles there. Of course, they were in Klingon language and he had no idea what it meant. "This is worse than that swarm ship," he murmured to himself. Well, if he could not get out of here or send a transmission, he would just cause some trouble if possible. He took a laser scalpel from his medical kit and aimed it at the console in front of him.

There was a sputter and a lot of sparks and then all the lights in the room started flashing. Bones grabbed his stuff and sat back down as though he had not done anything. He figured that would create some sort of reaction…and he was right.

The same Klingon came into the place and glared at Bones. "What have you done?" he asked.

"Me?" Bones asked. "I'm not responsible if this piece of crap falls apart!"

The Klingon started to jerk Bones out of the chair, but Bones aimed the laser scalpel right at his eyeball and activated it. The Klingon screamed louder than Bones would have thought possible and he shoved him backward. He hurried back around the seats and used the laser scalpel to remove a panel and crawled in. He pulled the cover back on and then melted the screws that held it so they would be like welding. He realized he was in something like an access tube.

Bones smiled slightly. "OH, I just love causing havoc," he said. He began crawling down the tube to see what he could find that would maybe bring this ship to a jolting halt. He found an access panel and took the cover off it. He thought it was remarkable how similar it was to the ones on the Enterprise. He had seen them only because he had gone to find Solan to remind him that he was due for a routine physical, which he did not want to attend.

Bones looked into the panel and aimed the laser scalpel at a bundle of wires. He turned away and activated the scalpel. There was definitely a big explosion of sparks and a bright light. He moved the scalpel side to side to cause even more damage. He heard alarms start blaring in the ship. He knew if they caught him now, he would be in serious trouble, but maybe he would stop this ship from reaching its destination…and maybe it would give the others some time to find them. He went on down the access tube to the next panel and did the same thing. This time, an even deeper alarm began sounding, and the lights began flashing.

Suddenly, the ship shuddered, and Bones was almost thrown into the wall of the tube he was in. He began sliding as the artificial gravity was not working correctly and the ship was tilted at an unusual angle. Bones grabbed a handle that was attached to a ladder and held on. "I think I did that too well," he said through gritted teeth.

Finally, the ship was righted again. Jim had woke up but just for long enough to be sick with the sudden loss of gravity and being thrown against the restraints. He could not seem to stay awake.

If Bones wanted to cause havoc on the ship, he had succeeded at that. The Klingons were furious, and two had been sent to retrieve the doctor from the access tube that he so obviously had gotten into, but they were having trouble finding him. "Then we will find another way to make him come to us," the Klingon leader said. "Get the captain."

Spock had heard the grainy transmission from Bones, and could not understand what he had said, but he had known it was Bones. "At least we know they're still alive," Solan said. "How do you get someone off a Klingon ship?"

"That is something we must figure out later," Spock replied. "Right now, we simply must locate them. Once the Enterprise is repaired, we will have more help."

"You think they want to kill the captain?"

"It would seem if they wanted to kill him, they would have done it on the ship. I believe they are holding him for another reason since they took the doctor as well. They must have taken the doctor to care for his wounds."

"I hope you're right."

"We must hope for the best."

Jim was still asleep when the Klingons got him up from his seat. "You will wake up now!" the Klingon leader said.

Jim was awake, but barely. The Klingons herded him from his seat and found the easiest route into the access tube. The Klingon grabbed the intercom mic that would be heard within the tube. "Doctor, we have your captain," he said. "If you do not give yourself up, we will make his journey aboard this ship much more unpleasant than it has been so far."

Bones frowned as he listened to that threat. He wondered what they would do to him, but he could not let them harm Jim anymore. It could make his head wound worse. He crawled toward the exit, getting more apprehensive as he went. He soon came to the exit and climbed out. He was faced with five angry Klingons…he was not sure angry was a strong enough word. One of them pulled out a long-bladed knife. "We do not need this one any longer," he said. "Let me spill his blood!"

"Not yet!" the other replied. "But you may…make him pay for his treachery."

"I guarantee he will no longer cause us problems."

"You must wait until we are in the other ship. This one no longer functions."

Jim was barely awake but he was listening to what was being said. He looked at Bones wondering what they would do to his friend. "Don't hurt him," he said. "I won't help you at all if you hurt him!"

The Klingon grabbed Jim by the neck. "You will change your mind, Captain," he said. "And we do not want your help!"

"Stop that!" Bones yelled. "You'll kill him!"

"Do not push us any farther, Doctor, or we will no longer need your services."

When they got over to the other Klingon ship, Bones was taken to what he figured was the equivalent of the Brig. They shoved Jim into one of the cells and activated the force field. Jim sat up but he was still not feeling well from his head injury.

"Now, I get to deal with you," the Klingon said to Bones.

Jim got to his feet and went over to the force field. "NO!" he yelled.

"Look, I…" Bones was not sure what to say. He meant to do everything he did. "What would you do if you were being held captive? You would do something to try and escape too, wouldn't you?"

"I would never be held captive!" the Klingon snarled.

"You might need me to save your life!" Bones ran into the wall as he ran out of room to back up. "Can't we just talk about this like two civilized people?"

"No talk! You and your people enjoy talking!"

Jim could hear Bones yell as the Klingon took out his revenge on him. He could do nothing to help Bones, and he could not get out of the prison cell. He could do nothing but lie down. He hoped if he slept a little longer, maybe his head would feel better…

Spock and Solan had traced the transmission that Doctor McCoy had sent. They found the warbird that had been disabled by the doctor's handy work as well, but of course, the others were already gone. "I sure wish he could send us another transmission," Solan said.

"We are picking up their warp signature," Spock replied. "We will simply have to follow that. There are no life signs on this ship, so we must assume that they have abandoned it."

"Why would they just leave it?"

"They probably did not want to waste the time to get it started again. However, if the captain disabled this ship in some way, they may have had great difficulty in getting it started again."

"The captain was wounded. It was probably McCoy that did it."

"He must have done a thorough job then."

"You think he might have left a clue in there?"

"We do not have the time to search. We must follow the trail while it is still…hot."

"Spock, are you trying to be funny at a time like this?"

"No. I am simply trying to use human vernacular."

"Great. Let's get on it then."

"Jim! Jim! Wake up!"

Jim realized there was someone shaking him. He opened his eyes to see Bones leaning over him with a bruised face, but he was very much awake. "Bones? How did you…"

"Never mind that," Bones said. "Get up!"

Jim sat up and grimaced as his head hurt. "Why is my head still feeling like this?"

"You have a serious head injury, Jim. Now, come on!"

"Where are we going?"

"Wherever you think we should go besides this Brig!"

Jim stood up and felt just a little dizzy, but Bones steadied him. "How did you get away from that Klingon?" Jim asked. He looked to see that the Klingon was lying in the floor.

"I'll tell you later!" Bones said.

Jim noticed that Bones was carrying some weapons with him including one of those long Klingon knives, which had blood on it. "You killed him?" Jim asked.

"I didn't have much choice!" Bones replied. "It was either that or probably be killed myself."

Jim was beginning to wonder if he really knew Bones. "Maybe we can find a way to take over this ship. I don't know how many Klingons are usually on a warbird, but there are others in this armada."

"You think the two of us can take over this ship?"

"Well, what exactly did you have in mind, Bones? We have to do something. I'm only still alive because they want me for something. They're liable to kill you after all the trouble you've caused them."

"I get that feeling too. Maybe there's a ship we can steal."

"Right. But we're liable to meet up with some Klingons."

"You just don't get hit in the head."

"I'll try."

Jim took a blaster that Bones had. "I wanta hear that story of how you got away from that Klingon," he said.

"I stole his knife," Bones replied. "He didn't think I was going to fight back. When I was close to him, I just jerked the knife out and put him out of his misery."

"I didn't know you had it in you."

"Funny."

They hurried down a corridor that they hoped was going toward the back of the ship where they hoped the shuttle bay was…or whatever the Klingons called it. Jim looked around a corner and there were two Klingons in the next corridor. He jerked his head back before they saw him. "There are two down there," he whispered to Bones.

"So what do we do?" Bones asked. "Just jump in and see if we come out alive?"

"Not quite." Jim looked around them for something that might cause a distraction. "What about that panel over there?" He aimed at the panel right at a diagnostic screen, and then fired.

Sparks flew from the panel which got the two Klingons' attention. When they arrived at the panel, Jim and Bones aimed their weapons at them. "Hold it right there," Jim said.

The two Klingons looked at them with a glare. "Don't move," Jim said. "Where do you keep extra ships on this thing?"

"You really think they're going to tell us?" Bones asked. "They're liable to take us to an airlock and let us be sucked out into space."

"Bones. Don't give them any ideas."

They got the Klingons down to the Brig and put them into cells after they took their weapons. "You will die for this!" one of them said.

"He's probably right," Bones said to Jim. "They're gonna kill me if they catch me again."

"Well, let's just try to be very sneaky," Jim replied.

They went toward what they assumed was the front of the ship. "If we can't find another ship, we'll just take this one," Jim whispered.

"Jim, I'm not sure we can do that alone," Bones replied.

"We're out here now, so we have to do something."

"Why don't we just disable it like I did the other one?"

"What?"

"You don't even know what I did. You know, they have access tubes in this thing too?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. We can get in there and…"

"Bones, we don't want to disable the ship. Are you telling me we're not on the same ship?"

"No. We're not. Don't you remember?"

"I don't know. I guess. Anyway, we want to take over the ship if we can."

"Maybe we can find some sort of computer terminal that will tell us how many Klingons are onboard."

"Yeah, if it doesn't only understand Klingon."

They went down to the area where the other two Klingons had been working when they distracted them. "I think we could call this a computer terminal," Jim said. "Computer?"

The computer beeped…

"How many Klingons are onboard this ship?"

Something popped up on the screen but it was in Klingon. "So much for that idea," Jim said. "If it understands English, why doesn't it show it in that?"

"The Klingons have learned to speak English, but maybe they don't read it," Bones suggested.

"Could be right. Let's get further forward and maybe we can find the Bridge."

They went down the next corridor and did not run into anymore Klingons there. They soon came to the Bridge which was closed off by two sliding doors but they could see in through glass windows in the doors. "There are six Klingons in there," Jim whispered.

"Six?" Bones shook his head. "Jim, we can't defeat six Klingons on our own."

"We can't?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Well, we've fought Klingons before. We have weapons. They're not expecting us to attack them."

"Jim, I don't like this."

"What other choice do we have?"

"OH I don't know. We could try to send a transmission."

"They would detect it."

"Yeah? Well, they're definitely going to know we came onto this Bridge."

"Come on."

Jim took a deep breath and got ready to activate the doors of the Bridge. Just as he was about to press the button, a blaster was pushed under his chin. "Drop your weapons, Captain," the Klingon said.

Jim dropped the blaster he had. The Klingons took the other weapons he had and then shoved him onto the Bridge. The captain…or Jim supposed that was what they called him…stood up. "Well, it seems that you are becoming more of a problem than we anticipated, Captain," he said. "Even with an injury."

"I'm not going to help you with…"

"Silence! Take these two and SECURE them in the Brig. If they escape once more, I will find new guards!"

The two Klingons took Jim and Bones to the Brig again. This time, they shackled them to the wall in their separate cells and made sure they had no weapons of any kind, nor anything that would help them get out of their bonds. Jim sat down on the bunk. "Well, I guess we're stuck this time, Bones," he said.

"I guess so," Bones replied from the other cell.

"I just wonder what they're planning to do with me…and you."

"It can't be anything good, but they obviously want you alive."

"I can see that now."

"I'm surprised they didn't kill me though."

"I guess we're in this together, Bones."

"Like always. If we die…you've been a good friend, Jim, and a good captain."

"You've been a good friend too, Bones, but I'm not ready to give up yet."

Bones knew Jim would not give up until his last breath left his body, but he hoped he could help Jim get out of this alive. He hated the thought that Jim had not held his baby but a few minutes.