Captain Kirk strolled down the corridors, nodding a passing crewman. It seemed like everyday there was a new young and eager face smiling at him, ready to do his or her best and rise up in rank. He enjoyed their curious looks today due to the Captain's odd looking uniform. Yeoman Colbert glided by, pausing and scanning his dark blue outfit. He felt himself tense a little. Lt. Colbert was from North Carolina. The hate between the two halves of the United States had died off centuries ago. There were only a handful of losers in both North and South that wouldn't let it go and didn't understand that it was their ancestors fight, and you couldn't blame either side for what their ancestors did. He hoped as Hell she wasn't one of those rare few. "War of Northern Aggression, eh?" She smiled, reassuring him that it didn't bug her one bit. Colbert was one of the few female crewmembers who choose to wear pants instead of the normal skirt. She had a good excuse to; it would be a weird to be a Security Officer running around beating people up in a mini skirt. "I heard Dr. McCoy was back in time during the Civil War. Guess the rumors were true." Her face turned glum for a moment. "There goes half of my salary this week."

"Do you enjoy learning about the Civil War, Lieutenant?"

"Oh yeah," she beamed. "My pa and I used to re-enact Sharpsburg every year!" Sharpsburg was the Southern name for the battle of Antietam, in Maryland. The battle was considered the bloodiest day of the Civil War.

Kirk nodded and flashed a charming smile. Colbert just grinned; he'd have to do better than that to get her to fall head over heels like the other women on the ship.

Kirk arrived at his intended destination after a few more steps, Spock's cabin. He rang the buzzer to let the Vulcan know he was there. "Come," the calm voice said from inside the room.

Kirk glided into the room. As soon as he did, a blast of heat ran over his body. Since Spock was from the planet Vulcan, a desert planet, he always had his cabin set to a comfortable temperature for himself. It didn't help that a Union officer's outfit was much more thick and warm than the Starfleet one he was accustomed to. "Spock you ready?" He saw Spock take a dark bandana and wrap it around his head, covering his pointed alien ears. The Vulcan then put on the blue cap.

"Indeed, Captain." The two officers started out of the cabin and down to the transporter when the ship suddenly dimmed to a flashing red.

Ensign Pavel Chekov's young Russian accent came to life over the intercom. "Red Alert, Red Alert. Keptin Kirk and Mr. Spock to da Bridge."

Kirk trotted over to the nearest communications panel and snapped it to life. "Kirk here. We're on our way."

When they arrived on the Bridge, they immediately went to their stations. Kirk ignored the stunned looks from the Bridge about their uniforms. Kirk cushioned himself in the familiar black command seat. "What's going on Chekov?" He asked the navigator, who was trotting back to his station from Spock's spot.

"I vas monitoring space activity at Mr. Spock's station, vhen I picked up a surge of energy coming from the Neutral Zone." It was true; Kirk had completely forgotten the fact that they were right next to the Romulan Neutral Zone.

"Do you think it could be a cloaking device?"

"I believe so, Keptin." Chekov shrugged and spread apart his thumbs.

"Do you think we have anything to worry about?"

Lt. Sulu cut in from his station. "Captain, the Romulans haven't exactly been known for their hospitality." The Russian looked a little irritated at being deprived of his attention from his Captain, but simmered down at his console.

"What do you think, Bon-?" Kirk sunk in his chair slightly, remembering that his Chief Medical Officer wasn't slouched, standing right behind him and sputtering sarcastic comments throughout the Bridge. Kirk got up and strode over to Spock. "Spock, I think only one of us should go, just in case the Romulans do get a little edgy about us being right next door."

"Agreed, Captain. I shall go."

"Now wait just a minute, Spock. You're not even human."

"Captain, I'm half human." Spock replied. "Ensign Chekov will serve as adequate Science Officer while I'm gone."

Kirk couldn't argue with this, and he nodded in compliance. Spock was just as much concerned about McCoy as he was. The two bantered like the strongest rivals; however, they really cared about each other and were close friends. If anyone could find McCoy, Spock could. Kirk decided to change the subject. "You know Spock, I had ancestors that fought in the Civil War."

"Indeed, Captain." Spock's eyebrow inclined. "Were they from Iowa?"

"Surprisingly, no Spock. There were 1,486 Kirk's that fought in the Civil War." Kirk grinned to himself. After all this time, he still remembered the number. In 9th grade he had been given an assignment about the Civil War. He'd gotten really interested and looked up this information. "Granted, I wasn't related to all of them, but my ancestors were from New York at that time."

"Fascinating."

"Well, I guarantee you that McCoy's got more ancestors at that time than me." It was true; McCoy was probably in the high two thousands or low three thousands.

"Indeed, Captain?"

Kirk snickered. "Sure, Spock. Haven't you ever heard of the Hatfield/McCoy Feud?" Spock rose his eyebrow in a gesture that told him no. "Well, Spock, maybe when you find McCoy, you can ask him and maybe he'll tell you."