Kirk peeled himself up from the ground. His body burned with the effort, his breathing heavy and shaky. He snatched the silver knife from the floor and shoved it back into his boot. I have to get us out of here. He thought, pulling himself slowly towards the console. He cursed to himself when he realized that the console was in the same strange alien language that he had seen on the door. So, there goes contacting the Enterprise. He sighed heavily and made his way to the door slowly, bracing himself on the wall of the room. The door slid open and he continued his trek back to Spock and McCoy.
"Jim!" Spock called from where he sat next to McCoy in the enclosure. Kirk stumbled forward, his hand tightly wrapped around the gouge in his right arm.
"You guys alright?" Kirk asked through gritted teeth as he stood in the entrance of the cage.
"Doctor McCoy has a fractured tibia." Spock stated as he watched the Captain carefully.
"Dammit Jim, come here." McCoy attempted to scoot towards Kirk, but Spock held him back.
"I'm alright, Bones." Kirk smiled through the pain as he staggered towards his friends. "But we've got to get a move on." Kirk took his hand off of his wound and brushed it against his pants in an attempt to clean off the blood.
"Captain, you are bleeding." Spock scrambled to his feet as he stared at the crimson-soaked uniform.
"Just a scratch, Spock." Kirk extended his hand to McCoy to help him up.
"Just a scratch my a**!" McCoy frowned as he took Kirk's hand. "Spock, get me something to patch him up."
"We've got stuff on the ship. Now come on." Kirk pulled the older man up and swung his arm around his own shoulder. McCoy shifted uncomfortably, avoiding putting weight on his broken leg. Spock wordlessly did the same with McCoy's other arm and the three men started forward. Kirk gritted his teeth as he moved forward, each step jostling his ribs.
"Jim, tell me if you need a break," McCoy said and Kirk nodded in response.
"This way," Kirk motioned towards the hangar with his head and Spock began to follow his lead. They continued towards the ship, every step draining each man of what little energy they had left.
"Hold it!" The three men froze in their tracks as a bellowing voice called from behind them. "Where do you think you're going?" Kirk's blood ran cold as he turned his head to see what the voice was coming from.
Before he could turn around, a large hand wrapped itself around his entire body and whisked him up and away from his friends. Kirk frantically struggled against the beefy hand before the owner of the hand turned him to face him. A giant loomed over Kirk, staring at him with a devilish grin spread across his face.
"Ok, I don't know what beanstalk I climbed up to make you so upset," Kirk bantered. "But you can let me go, and I promise to return your golden goose."
"Captain James Tiberius Kirk," The giant smiled, turning Kirk over in his hand to examine him. "I am a lucky one. Uzaliaz told me that you were here, but I didn't believe him. I thought his distress signal was a fake." The giant laughed and the whole room shook. He swooped down with his other hand and scooped up McCoy and Spock. "And your entourage!" He chuckled as McCoy's anger boiled over. "I really have to thank Uzaliaz for this!"
"Uzaliaz is dead!" Kirk spat. "That is, if he was the demented spider demon." Kirk said and the smile disappeared from the giant's face.
"Wonderful!" The giant's smile reappeared, bigger than before. "You're all mine."