Author's Note: This chapter is just Scotty and Spock. It was kind of rushed but I hope you like it anyways. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

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It had been six hours since the enemy vacated the ship. The lithium ions filled the entire engineering section. Scotty's fingers shook while holding the delicate part being melded onto the machine.

"Mr. Scott, why are you repairing those machines first? It would be more logical to repair the auxiliary engines first,"

The Scotsman grumbled slightly, of all the people Kirk could have left with him he chose Spock. Not that he had anything particular against Spock, but, well, the Vulcan could be a little too logical.

"I was working on these before you flooded the compartment with bloody lithium ions at near absolute zero,"

He tried to keep the edge out of his voice. The coldness reminded him of Delta Vega and rather unpleasant memories. He could barely keep his teeth from chattering together. Spock worked opposite him, on fixing some of the basics. Apparently all first officers were required to take basic engineering classes for exactly this occasion. However it was Mr. Scott's prowess that their whole mission rested on and he was only too aware. The thermal insulator suit clung to his body skin tightly and restricted his movements. He could hear Spock's breathing mask next to him. The ship was completely shut down and they were working off of solar power flashlights that would go out within the day. Frost clung to his gloves and the rest of his suit. He could barely feel his face under the mask.

The ship was quiet for a while except for the sounds of him bumping metal parts together or Mr. Spock occasionally tapping across the console. Scotty felt the last bolt slide into place as he moved through the engineering deck.

The lithium ions created a silvery atmosphere, almost as if he was dreaming. The ions looked so pretty, hard to believe they were toxic. There was no scent to them, and the only thing he could smell was the tough fabric of his suit plastered to his face. The air in his mask tasted stale, as if he was breathing through cotton balls.

Spock's voice cut through the near perfect silence.

"I have scanned the enemy ship and while I could not find the crew, I found an entry point,"

Scotty nodded his head, one way or another they would have to get on that ship. The Scotsman would never admit it out loud, but he was slightly terrified, not quaking in his boots terrified but do I really have to do this terrified, after all, he was an engineer, not a security officer.

Scotty's sweat started to freeze on his forehead and his oxygen was getting thinner by the minute. He felt himself lean backward and then he was sitting on the floor. It wasn't a conscious choice to sit down, but his mouth was dry and his muscles fatigued and strained. He heard Spock coming toward him and then gentle hands pulling him up. As soon as he was standing he waved off the Vulcan, laying one hand on the pipe in front of him. He knew a break was out of the question but everything seemed to take so much longer, every turn of the tool that much more difficult. Spock stood next to him in case of another collapse. And dared Scotty think it, but he thought he saw worry in those Vulcan eyes.

"If records are correct, you have not had hand to hand training"

Scotty stretched his arm backward, trying to shake off the setting cold.

"No but I was with the Captain and Khan when we took over the admiral's ship. That should count for something,"

Spock seemed to stare off for a second lost in thought.

"I want you to punch me,"

Montgomery stopped working, staring at the first officer.

"What?"

"I order you to punch me,"

"I'm not going to punch you sir!"

"If you fail to do so I will have you court marshaled,"

"But I'd be court marshaled for assaulting a first officer anyways,"

Spock's eyes bore into him, the corners of his lips twisted downward. And then with a frustrated sigh Mr. Scott pulled back his fist and punched the Vulcan. Spock evaded his wrist smoothly and then in one motion, turned his back to Scotty and flung him over his shoulder. Scotty gasped as the air was knocked out of him. The ions swirled around him, sparkles flying around his body.

"Ach! What was that for?"

Spock's face appeared upside down in his line of sight.

"Did you see how I used your own weight to throw you to the ground?"

Scotty nodded and sat up.

"That is a basic move you should know before we board the enemy ship. Try it with me,"

He pulled Scotty to his feet, the engineer still a little dizzy. And then Spock's fist flew right into his face.

He landed on his bum, blackness covering his vision for a second.

"Why did you not execute the move? I explained it and demonstrated,"

Scotty put a hand to his nose, just to have it blocked by the mask. He climbed to his feet, glaring at Spock and mumbling curses under his breath. And then the fist came again and this time he was ready.

He grabbed the hand, and twisted around but when he tried to throw Spock over his shoulder Spock he wouldn't flip. The Vulcan tore his fist from Scotty.

"That is sufficient practice. And now your muscles are not as stiff,"

Spock left to his own station leaving a confused Scotty to pick up his tools.

After another three hours of working on the engines, Spock came up with possible routes throughout the enemy ship.

"Alright Mr. Spock, the ship should have warp speed. What do we have to do now?"

He allowed himself the pleasure of leaning against the cold metal, wiggling his toes and his fingers. Spock eyed him up and down seeming to take in Scotty's fatigue.

"We'll beam into their cargo bay and go from there. Set your phaser to stun,"