"Anderson and Donovan were specially designed to work as engineers." Lestrade had explained as he input the sequence into the two cryotubes, "They've never really seen eye to eye with Sherlock but they understand that he's in charge."

"But, they've been asleep for three hundred years, engineering has changed drastically since then." McCoy argued.

"If you give me a data pad with all the highlights and important changes in the last three hundred years they can review it." Lestrade told them, prompting Spock to prepare the aid.

Kirk hadn't stuck around after that, he needed to get in contact with Moriarty and stall.

"Ready the ship to warp." Kirk ordered, "The engine will be fixed soon, we need to be ready to move the second we get the sign from engineering."

"Somebody's hailing us sir." Uhura spoke up worriedly.

"On screen."

The grinning face of Moriarty filled the window.

"Running away are we captain?"

'I just need to stall.' Kirk thought, biting his lip, 'just stall until Sherlock and his crew fix the warp drive.'

-oOo-

Sherlock was glad to see info pads in the hands of his two engineers when they arrived. At least he wouldn't have to explain how technology had evolved over he past three hundred years. He'd never been fond of Anderson nor Donovan, of the people he wished to survive they would not have made the list. But at least when things got serious they were able to handle orders with the bare minimum of sarcastic remarks and scathing comments.

"The engines been compromised, but I haven't figure out how yet." Sherlock explained and the two began eyeing over the structure looking for the problem.

"There is something wrong with the warp core." Anderson groaned, "Give me a second."

Sherlock resisted the urge to roll his eyes and the man began to re-read the data. Why couldn't he have a photographic memory like he did?

"It's out of balance." Donovan cut in, "Somebody needs to go in there and reconnect the flow of energy. But doing so will flood the entire chamber with radiation."

Sherlock growled with frustration. Making super humans had not been a cheap nor easy process, they had been allocated talents and skills according to what they were going to be. Donovan and Anderson possessed amazing initiative and skill in machinery and weapons development at the cost of their endurance and physical strength. They were still above and beyond a normal human of course but Sherlock highly doubted they would survive radiation poisoning. Their cells reproduced and healed them at an excellent rate but such damage would probably be too much for them.

Him on the other hand...he had a chance at survival. a 60% chance if his calculations were correct, his cells healed and reproduced much faster, he'd be out of commission for several days though, before he'd be fully healed.

But he'd have a better chance than his engineers.

"Is everything else fixed?" He asked, watching as the two finished the repairs at four times the normal human speed.

"Yes, all but the core alignment."

"Donovan, go to the sick bay, check on John and wake Mycroft, Irene and Molly. Tell Mycroft he's in charge until I'm fully healed." Sherlock ordered, "I'm going to need Molly's medical help if John is still unconscious. Anderson, the second the core is realigned you'll know, send word to the bridge."

They nodded, of course they didn't argue. He knew deep down they always wished Lestrade was the one who was in charge.

Focusing, he turned to the small door made of thick plexiglass that lead to the core chamber. This was not going to be pleasant. Quickly he sealed the door behind him and climbed his way through the narrow piping up to the chamber, there was no lighting but the electricity sparking from the main chamber up ahead as well as his own spectacular night vision was more than enough.

When he made his way up the large platform he could see the two diodes, the bottom one bent sideways stopping the flow of energy. For a few moments he stopped to observe, taking it all in. This technology was indeed very impressive compared to that of three hundred years ago, perhaps after all this they could fit the Botany Bay with one.

'Focus Sherlock.' He chided.

When he reached the diodes he could already feel the heat from the malfunctioning core on his skin, though it wasn't even operational. He braced his arms against the metal machinery and readier himself to push it back into place, when he did, the entire chamber would be flooded with high levels of radiations as well as bright light. To avoid being blinded he closed his eyes and with a deep breath pushed the diode forward.

-oOo-

John groaned as he swam back to consciousness. His head pounded terribly, that must have been some lighting bolt to cause such damage. He opened his eyes to find himself in the same med bay where he'd woken up a few hours ago. Some how they'd made it back.

"Good to see you awake." Lestrade greeted, pulling him to the sitting position.

"What happened, where's Moriarty? Sherlock?"

Lestrade was just finishing the explanation when Anderson arrived and started waking the last of their crew.

"Sherlock's going to realign the core." He explained, "We're going to need the med bays help."

"What do you mean?" John glowered, if Sherlock was going to do something stupid...

"He'll be in the chamber when the core realigns, it will be flooded with radiation." Anderson deadpanned.

"What!?" Lestrade demanded, pushing the engineer up against the wall, "And you just let him? We're not designed to survive a close proximity blast of radiation! Even Sherlock would struggle to heal from that!"

"We need to stop him-" John started when suddenly the damaged Enterprise gave a jolt and suddenly shifted into warp.

John felt himself pale. He was too late.

-oOo-

The second it aligned the core burst back to full power, sending Sherlock flying with the force of the shockwave, hard against the metal wall and tumbling down the tunnel. His skin burned and he could feel most that had been uncovered blistering badly. It was agony, but somehow he made it back to the door and collapsed beside it.

-oOo-

Turns out stalling Moriarty wasn't too difficult, the man clearly liked to play with his intended victims and hear his own voice. Still, it felt like a millennia had past before a strange voice, probably one of Sherlock's crew, with the simple word "go".

"Warp!" Jim ordered, not even bothering to cut off the call with Moriarty.

"What you can't-"

He never did hear the end of that sentence as the call cut off as they hit warp. Sulu had aimed the ship back at Earth, hopefully they could get back and land, explain everything and then focus on fighting Moriarty off. For the first time in what felt like an age Jim breathed a sigh of relief. He reached over to press the intercom button and thank Sherlock's crew but McCoy beat him to it.

"Jim, John's woken up and gone down to engineering, Sherlock's done something stupid you'd better meet us down there."

So I sorted the super humans into categories

Anderson & Donovan - Engineers, not as strong or smart as warriors but have a knack for building and repairs at super human speed.

Moriarty, Lestrade, Irene & Sherlock - Warriors, strong, fast and cunning.

John - Feild medic, as strong as warriors but with medical training.

Molly- Medic

Mycroft - Analyst, the smarted and quickest of mind, but not as strong or fast as the warriors.