I must have passed out during the ride in the jeep, as one moment I was riding along under armed guard, and the next I woke up to a bright light being shined into my eyes. I looked up, blinking dazedly at one of my captors.

"Wake up, Starfleet girl." The guy said, his thick accent sounding more comical than menacing.

I looked around the small room I was in, my vision spinning every time I moved my head a little. I was in a metal folding chair, sitting at a small card table in a room lit by a fluorescent light that kept sputtering out; I don't think it could possibly have been more appropriate for an interrogation. I was surprised to see that I wasn't cuffed or tied up or anything, not that I had the capability of escaping anyway.

"What is your name?" The man asked, sitting down across from me.

I kept my mouth shut. I hadn't exactly been trained on how to act in this type of situation, but I did know that it was better to be silent then say something that could get me killed.

"The faster you get talking, the easier this will be."

"No, thank you." Wow. Smooth.

"That's a start. At least I know you can speak."

The guy smirked, and pulled out a communicator. He said something in Russian, and I wished I had at least a minor understanding of the language… or Chekov to translate. Another guy came in the room, and set something down on the table. It was a pistol- not a phaser, a regular, bullet-shooting pistol. If they were trying to scare me it was working.

"Well then, I guess I will start. My name is Emir. And yours?"

I snorted.

"What is so funny?"

"The fact that you think I'll cooperate. Do whatever you want, I can do this all day."

"Can you now?"

It was fast, so fast I didn't have time to do anything but scream as the shots rang out. He'd grabbed the pistol, raised it up and pulled the trigger. I expected to feel more bullets ripping through me, but when I felt my heart racing and my body shaking out of fear I knew I was okay.

"I can just as easily put one through your head. Does that sound like something you would be interested in?"

"Allison!" I screamed, involuntarily. "My name is Allison."

"I knew you would talk, Allison."

He kept asking more questions, some simple and non-revealing, some I didn't have an answer for. The ever increasing pain I was in combined with the fear that he'd use the pistol on me were enough to keep me talking, but I was getting restless as time went on.

"What use could you possibly have for that?" I laughed, expecting something more dramatic. The fact that I probably couldn't even help him made it even better.

"If you cooperate, then you will see. Now, are you going to give us the codes or are we doing this the hard way?"

I just smirked.

He nodded to the other guy, who grabbed me under my arm and pulled me to my feet. I groaned as putting pressure on my leg sent shooting pain through it, and would have fallen if he hadn't been holding me up. I was marched out of the room, limping and on the verge of vomiting or passing out. We walked out into a parking lot where some of the jeeps were parked at the ready. I was unceremoniously shoved in the back seat of one, and two guys got on either side of me with their guns trained on me. They pulled out of the gated parking lot, and I briefly saw the small warehouse we'd just come out of as we pulled out of the gate. Who the hell were these guys and what were they doing here under Starfleet's noses? It was a quick drive, and then we were outside the base. I was once again manhandled to my feet, and forced to stand while four of the guys scouted ahead to make sure the area was clear. I was marched up to a door that was highly secured; no way they could have broken it down. I took a look at the security panel and knew they expected me to do something- I had to delay it as long as I could.

"It's not going to let me in if you're all standing around me- there's sensors."

Second in Command barked an order, and all but him and the guy holding me up backed up a few feet. I placed my palm on the panel, and it took a few seconds to scan. It beeped angrily at me, and I took my hand away. A warning came up on the screen along with a number key.

Access denied: enter override code.

"This might take a while," I said, looking over at my captor buddy.

"Hurry."

I started entering random numbers, not even trying. After the first wrong one, it started the angry beeping again and I had to try another one. That failed as I expected.

One try remaining to system lockout.

And then there was a pistol pointing at my temple. I froze, not knowing what to do now. I wasn't doing a very good job of buying myself time, shit just got real.

"Times wasting, miss Danville."

"I need to think! There's too many codes it could be. I could take the panel apart, but it's going to take a while."

"I'd hate to have to pull this trigger, I really would."

I saw something flash out of the corner of my eye. I attributed it as being light glancing off the gun, but then I saw it again over in the shadows by the trees. Was there someone hiding in the woods? There better fucking be!

"Somehow I doubt that. I'll try rewiring it as quick as I can, but I could do without that in my face." I stared at the barrel of the gun until he got the message and lowered it, still keeping it trained on me.

I knew that if there was actually someone hiding in the woods, they were probably there to stop the bad guys, and I had a chance of making it out alive. If not, the second I failed to get this damn door to open would result in another hole in my body, this one fatal. I pried the panel off with my fingers, exposing the wiring. I disengaged the power supply first, so I wouldn't shock myself, and then started randomly pulling wires out and then reattaching them at liberty.

"Hey, could you hold these together for a second?" I asked my hostage-taker. He obliged, which I hadn't been expecting, and I made my move. I smashed one elbow into his face, and went for the gun with my other hand. I guess that was the signal someone had been waiting for. I heard the unmistakable sound of phaser fire, and shouts of alarm as several of my guys came out of the woods shooting. I had one hand clamped on this guy's wrist, trying to get the gun away from him, but he was much stronger than me. I managed to get the gun pointed upward where he couldn't shoot anyone before he pulled the trigger. The kickback made him drop it, but he rebounded and put me in a headlock. I retaliated by sinking my teeth into his arm.

He shouted something in what I assumed was Russian, and grabbed my leg before I could fight him off. His hand dug purposefully right into the bloody mess of my wound. The pain was even worse than when I initially got shot. I let out an enraged scream, another burst of adrenaline giving me the strength necessary to whip around, driving my fist up into his nose. There was a satisfying crunch just before he went rigid and fell to the ground. I was stoked that I'd taken down someone all by myself, but then I saw Spock standing a couple yards away with his phaser and remembered I was not quite that good at fighting.

The phaser fire stopped as soon as it had started, without any return fire from my captors. All of them lay indisposed on the ground while several Starfleet personnel and some of my crewmates went around collecting the guns from the unconscious men and then cuffing their hands behind their backs.

Everything that had just gone down hit me all at once, and I had to take deep, shuddering breaths to slow my heart rate down. I ran my hands through my hair nervously, looking around and trying to make sense of the situation.

"Ensign!"

Someone's hand clapped down on my shoulder, and I flinched.

"It's okay, it's me." Tremblay said, looking me over. "You're bleeding."

"I know."

"Sit down, you don't look too good."

She helped me to the ground, and I welcomed the feel of the soft, cool grass. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering despite not being cold.

"Where are the others?" I asked.

"Should be here any moment. Your little distraction was enough for them to end the standoff. What the hell were you thinking, anyway?"

I smiled.

"I wasn't."

There was the sound of more vehicles driving up, and I tensed up. Then I remembered Tremblay had just told me that it was over- everything was okay. So why did I feel like it wasn't?

"They're here!" Lt. Kyle announced as he walked by.

"Good," Tremblay sighed. "Tell McCoy we've got a wounded car-jacker."

I laughed half-heartedly, focusing on breathing to relieve the pain. Sitting here and having to actually think about it was making it worse.

"You're getting off easy, he was really looking forward to chewing you out for that."

McCoy was over in a flash, med kit at the ready.

"You're lucky you're not dead."

I bit my tongue as he tore away the blood soaked bandage my captors had been so nice to put on- it was still bleeding profusely. I felt faint, but kept on biting down to make the feeling pass.

"There's no exit wound. Bullet's still in there, I'm going to have to operate as soon as we're back on the ship."

He turned to Tremblay.

"Was anyone able to get through to the Enterprise?"

"Not sure, Chekov was on to something but I lost track in the raid."

He put something in a hypospray, and jabbed it into my neck. In a matter of moments I was feeling a bit less pain, but not quite completely numb. Something was better than nothing.

"Bones!" Kirk called, jogging over. "How is she?"

"She's in shock- we need to get her up to the ship, now."

"Scotty's standing by for transport, you're free to go."

He ran off to do more captains' business, leaving me at the mercy of the CMO. McCoy and Tremblay helped me to my feet, and Tremblay made the call up to the ship. Moments later, we rematerialized in the transporter room- I don't think I'd ever been so happy to see it. I was whisked off to medical bay, and before I could even get my bearings I had another hypo in my neck. My eyes grew heavy, and I gave in to a well deserved, albeit drug induced, sleep.

A/N: Again, completely rewrote a lot... thanks for reading, everyone