This is my first Fan Fiction. It has cursing, violence, and male/male relationships. If you do not like any of those things than please do not read it. Also this is very AU, but it will take me awhile to get to stuff. Sorry.

Chapter warning there is some blood and gore in this so… yeah.

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I do not own Star Trek and make no money from this. I'm just playing.


Chapter 6

Jim felt Spock's fingers brush along his hand, rubbing along his palm over his fingers; gently back and forth over and over. Cool fingers worked up his arm to his shoulder and started rubbing gentle, warming slowly as they worked the tension from his muscles. He glanced over to grin appreciatively at Spock, but was surprised to see Bones was the one standing behind him rubbing his shoulders with his strong surgeon's hands. Jim grinned at his best friend. He loved Bones' hands.

Jim lay back into Bones' hands and closed his eyes. He let himself drift as a second pair of hands, this pair cool and soft and definitely Spock's, drifted along his side pulling his shirt away from his skin.

Bones' hands-warm, comfortable, and familiar-started pushing him down onto the bed as Spock's cool sexy hands pulled his shirt off and started drawing patterns on his skin with soft cold fingers.

Spock's fingernails started scratching onto Jim's skin, making shallow cuts. Jim wiggled, trying to get away from pain, but he was so tired he could barely move. He tried to brush Spock's hand away from his side but grabbed him by the wrist and pined him down. Bones' hands were getting cold again as Jim tried to pull his wrist out of Spock's too cold grip. He glanced at Bones' hands, which were holding his shoulders down stopping him from getting up, but they were too pale. The pain in his side was getting worse as Spock's ice cold fingers dug into it, drawing blood in crazy patterns.

Jim shuddered and forced himself to look up. Bones and Spock were standing over him. Their hands digging into his flesh, holding him down and ripping his skin open as their implants flashed.

Jim sat up, sweat dripping down his face, and glanced around. The room was quiet. Bones and Jojo were sleeping peacefully, curled up together on the bed beside him. The sounds the others sleeping drifted softly from the other side of the dividing wall. Jim brushed one hand over his face as his heart started slowing down. Everything was alright. There were no Borg here.

He let himself fall back onto the bed. It had been a while since he had that particular memory/dream. Jim shuddered.

Jim felt Bones shift closer to him and glanced at the older man, who was awake now and looking at him worriedly.

"You Ok, kid?" the doctor's voice was low, his southern drawl thick with worry, as he shifted a little to face Jim.

"I'm fine," Jim said sliding away a little, he didn't feel like cuddles just then.

Bones lifted Jojo and gentle set her on her little half bunk beside the bed before turning to face Jim fully. Jim sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, away from Bones.

It was stupid and Jim knew it, but he couldn't stand to look at Bones so soon after that dream. He couldn't stop himself from seeing the Borg-Bones from his nightmare superimposed over his best friend's face.

Jim stiffened as he felt Bones' warm hand touch his shoulder, "Was it that dream again?"

"Yeah," Jim shifted, brushing Bones' hand off.

He knew Bones wouldn't just let go, not when Jim was so obviously upset, but the doctor didn't get the chance to do anything. The klaxon started suddenly, interrupting Bones before he could touch Jim's shoulder again.

Jim stood, wincing as his scars pulled sharply, grabbed his pants and pulled them on.

"What's going on up there, Spock," Jim barked into his communicator as he pulled his pants closed.

"There is a Borg scout ship on the long range sensors, Captain," Ensign Crusher's voice was panicked as it crackled out of Jim's communicator. "They're coming for us. Oh God."

"We have picked up transmissions which indicate they are aware of our presents and are looking for us specifically, Captain." Spock's calm tone cut off Ensign Crusher's frightened babbling.

"Is Admiral Pike aware of the situation, Mr. Spock?" Jim asked as he walked around the dividing wall where the others were sitting up to look at him.

"He has, sir. However there is a problem with our connection to the T'Met, Captain." Spock's voice cut off as the ship rocked unexpectedly.

"What the hell was that," Bones had followed Jim out of the their shared bunk space, Joanna was crying and clinging to his hand.

"Borg! I need you down in Medical bay, this is going to be bad. Sulu, get to the bridge and help Spock, take the Helm if it looks like we need to run. I meet you there after I check out what the hell is happening in Engineering. Chehov, get Uhura and get the Comm. system back up, we need it NOW!" Jim waved a few of the ensigns to follow him, "You three are with me, they need help fixing whatever the hell went wrong. Everyone to Emergency stations!"

There was a chorus of "Yes, Sir!" as everyone, most of them still mostly undressed, filed out of the room.

Jim walked to the door and glanced back. Bones was convincing a panicked Jojo to stay with Yeoman Rand, who was going to the nearest school to take care of the kids.

"No, Daddy! NO!" Jim cringed as Jojo cried and clung to Bones desperately. He hated seeing her cry; she always tried to be so strong.

He had to turn way before he started to comfort the little girl; he had more important problems right them. He led the way into the plant-covered hall, the ensigns following him like baby ducks.

"Alright, you two get that Jefferies tube open. You" Jim pointed to the last ensign, who looked years too young to have been at the Academy, "Go around, and get everyone into a room and out of the halls."

Jim nodded as the very young ensign started herding the few people, who were still out in the middle of shift, out of the hall. The other two ensigns got the plant covered Jefferies tube door open and Jim crawled in; waving at them to follow.

Jim started sliding down the ladder. He controlled his decent with steady presser with his feet on both sides of the ladder. He ignored the blisters that were torn open on his palms as he slid. Jim swung off the ladder once he got to the engineering deck and started running along the hall as the ship shook again, nearly tripping him.

Scotty came barreling out the door just as Jim reached it, nearly knocking him over.

"Get me that cutter beam!" Scotty yelled over his shoulder as he bumped into Jim. "CAPTAIN!"

"What's the situation, Mr. Scott?" Jim asked, grabbing the older man's shoulder to stop himself from falling.

"We got the T'Met's transporters working, but some matter from the test barrel broke off and rematerialized inside the third power-coil connecting the ships." The older man steadied his captain before leading him down the hall. "It's locked and it crashes us together every time they try to detach the T'Met."

"Have you made contact with Pike since the Borg ship was detected?" Jim followed Scotty down the hall, waving at the ensigns to follow him.

"Aye, sir," Scotty brandished his hyperspanner wildly over his head, "It was garbled, but I got the gist of it. Admiral Pike said they still had enough of that toxin, the stuff they used in that Cube's regeneration alcove system, to shut down that scout ship! But they need to disconnect and cloak so they can get in transporter range."

"Alright," Jim grabbed the hyperspanner and pulled it out of Scotty's hand, "where is this power-coil?"

Scotty opened a diagonal Jefferies tube and pointed, "Two decks up and along the shaft to the right, but the Jefferies tube is a mite

small near the top. It'll be a tight squeeze."

Scotty waved at his barrel chest, "I don't think I'll fit."

"One of you," Jim glanced at the ensigns, neither of them looked like they knew what a hyperspanner was let a lone how to use one, and changed his orders midsentence, "get to the bridge and tell Spock what's going on down here."

One of the ensigns, a girl Jim didn't know, saluted then ran down the hall still in a night dress and barefooted.

"Come on Scotty." Jim called over his shoulder as he started climbing up the tube, "I know my way around a semi-transonic regulator. You can tell me what I need do."

"Aye, Captain." Scotty said something to the remaining ensign, but Jim couldn't hear it as he climbed. Pulling himself rung after rung up the shaft until his side and back were screaming in protest, but he pushed the pain to the back of his mind, ignoring it as best he could. Which was something he was pretty damn good at since he had so much practice in the last few years. And the massive amounts of adrenalin pounding through his veins helped.

The ship rocked again just as Jim got to the side tube.

"Fuck Me!" Jim glanced back to see blood pouring out of Scotty's nose where he had clearly slipped and hit it on the ladder.

"You okay there, Scotty?" Jim asked as he army crawled to the broken power-coil. Scotty was right; the tube was a very narrow. He found himself having to crawl half on his side to worm his way through.

"I'm fine, captain." Scotty's voice was muffled; he had probable plugged his nose some how. "You should see the power-coil above you."

Jim looked up, twisting awkwardly, to see the a bent panel, "Found it!"

"Good!" Jim felt a bit of metal on his ankle, "Here's the cutter beam, you'll need it to get that panel off."

The ship rocked again. This time Jim was close enough to the problem he heard the pistons in the power-coil snap as they locked and recoiled forcefully.

Jim twisted down, wiggling as he tried to pull the cutter closer. Once he had it he turned, or tried to he only managed to get half his body turned fully in the tight space, to the bent panel and started cutting it open.

The panel shook, raining tiny red-hot sparks down on Jim's bare chest, as it broke loose. He could barely feel the burn as the sparks seared into his chest over the fear that the Borg would get them before they could pull together some kind of defense.

"Hey Scotty?" Jim called as he pulled the bent panel down and forcing it into the tight space above his head, "Promise me something?"

"Aye, Captain?"

"Next time you see me without a shirt during a red alert kick me or something, Ok?"

"I hadn't noticed, sir." Scotty's voice was muffled with suppressed laughter and what sounded like a broken nose.

"Sure," Jim rolled his eyes and shifted to get closer to the power-coil. "I only have about two thousand scars and arguably the hottest body in the universe and you just didn't notice."

"Aye, sir! I was a wee bit distracted by the bloody plants all over the place I could scarcely find the tube access for all the green devils getting in the way."

Jim laughed, a half crazy sound born of desperation, "So your saying I'm not as distracting as plants?"

They bantered back and forth as Jim pulled out bits of broken machine out and tossed away. Jim could feel panic buzzing in the back of his head, but he pushed it down, forced himself to stay calm.

The Comm. link on his belt squeaked and flickered pointlessly as he worked. It was killing him; not knowing were the Borg were, if they had enough power to avoid direct attacks, if Pike had more to his plan, if Spock was ok… Jim NEEDED Uhura to get the Comm. system up.

These panicked thoughts went around and around in his head as Jim pulled junk out of the power coil and bantered with Scotty until he thought he was going crazy. Suddenly the Comm. link beeped and all Jim's dream came true.

"Captain Kirk, Please respond." Spock's voice crackled through the static laden connection.

"Kirk here, what is going on up there Spock?" Jim shouted over the static and crashing of the power coil.

"We are executing basic evasive maneuvers, however the T'Met has sustained heavy damage. Any attempt at more complex movement might cause a hull breach in both ships." The half-Vulcan's tone was dangerously close to showing emotion openly.

Jim wiped the sweat from his face with his arm, "I know things are a little tight, but can you give me another four minuets. I think I have most of it fixed."

"We may have to blow the power coil if you can't repair it soon, Captain." Scotty called up, "It would make one hell of a mess, but it would free the T'Met real fast." Jim heard him mutter, "The blast might kill us all, but it better then assimilation."

"They are charging their main laser," A faint voice called through the Comm. link.

"Hold on, and get Chehov down to the transporter. Pike's team might need emergency evacuation."

The ship shook as Jim reached a bit of broken metal with his left hand, hyperspanner in his right hand. He pulled the last bits out and started repairing the power coil.

Suddenly there was a loud snap and the ship cart-wheeled wildly.

The ship rocked to a stop quickly.

Jim glanced around something was wrong, "Spock, status report!"

"Captain, the T'Met has disconnected and is clocking. We have sustained severe damage to the hull; casualty reports are coming in, no deaths so far. Your status Captain?"

"I'm fine. I think… I'm a little dizzy."

Something hot dripped onto Jim's face.

He looked up into the power coil where his hands where still holding onto the sides of the panel. The whole mechanism had broken free taking a chunk of the wall with it. There was an odd dark red liquid splattered over the panels. He tried to wipe some of it off before reliving it was blood. He blood. His blood was all over the walls and dripping down onto his face. He brought his hand to his face to wipe the blood away, but more just flowed out from where the side of his hand had been. His pinky finger, or what was left of it, hung at an impossible angle.

Then the pain came.

"I was wrong," Jim gasped, "Spock, I'm bleeding bad."

"Captain!" Scotty pulled him down the tube by his feet until it was wide enough for them to sit face to face. "Let me see."

Jim nodded vaguely, the pain and blood loss were making the world darken around him.

He tried to answer when Spock said something, but the words were faint and drifted away from him. The last thing Jim heard before he passed out was Scotty, Spock, and Pike's voices echoing away as his slipped into the darkness.


Thanks to everyone who is reading this and reviewing! I love you guys.

I know this chapter was supper late, but I've been sick a lot lately and it's hard for me to think strait with a fever so until I get better writing will be slow… Sorry.