Hi everyone! Sorry about the extremely long wait, I've been busy with school, but here's the new chapter! I made it slightly longer than the past few have been so I hope you like it? :)


The guards made the first move. They reacted towards the death of their comrades and at the offending killer. The guards scrambled into formation, and raced towards the previously yellow clad captain. With no guards left to hold them down, Sulu and McCoy struggled to their feet; their energy renewed upon the sight of their close friend and captain. But it would seem that the captain required no assistance from his subordinates. As Sulu and McCoy were staggering to their feet, the captain had jumped onto to the nearest guard, snatching the staff it held in its hands in the process, and then slammed the very same staff into an oncoming guard. The captain then proceeded to twist the neck of the guard he had jumped on, then flipped off and back onto the floor. He swung the staff around expertly, destroying the guards, killing most. The ones that did survive attempted to crawl away. It was a spectacular spectacle as the captain leaped from one guard to the next, taking them down with a mere flick of the wrist. It was as if he were dancing a dangerous dance of death and carnage, with his staff twirling about as it was.

After only a brief period of time, all the guards were either dead or unconscious, leaving only the captain standing in the wreckage of it all.

Sulu and McCoy could only stare in utter awe, at the speed, grace, and destructive power of the their captain. McCoy had seen Jim do many things in their time together, but this, this was something completely different. Even Spock, who had regained consciousness and had staggered uncharacteristically around the corner upon hearing the sound of battle, was showing open shock. Even if that 'open shock' was a measly two eyebrows raised.

The captain did not move. He remained still, breathing heavily, before spinning his staff around, neatly tucking it under his arm and behind his back. He slowly looked up, eyes weeping around to pierce their gaze into McCoy, Sulu, and Spock. McCoy, finely tuned to Jim's inner workings, could feel in his heart that something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

Sulu limped forward, as if he wanted to hug the captain; a smile of thanks wide upon his face. Spock moved forward as well, a question dancing upon his lips.

"Stop!" McCoy hissed, hands reaching for both the pilot and first officer. They froze, as if stuck by something. Sulu turned around, followed by Spock and threw a confused glance at the doctor. McCoy furiously grabbed the two in front of him and dragged them far, far away form the captain. "Don't provoke him..." McCoy whispered now, eyeing the dull gray eyes across the room. "That ain't Jim."

"Doctor, that is indeed our Captain, James Tiberius Kirk. Are you perhaps implying that, that person over there is not the Captain?" Spock questioned, the usual eyebrow perked in questioning. Sulu merely frowned, obvious confusion filtering onto his face.

"No... that's..." McCoy grumbled. "Ugh. What I mean is that that side over there is ain't the Jim we know. He ain't Jim." McCoy said, peering warily at the gray eyed figure across the hall. He turned towards the first officer and helmsman. McCoy breathed in warily, running a deft hand through his already messy battle worn hair. "I've only ever seen that side of Jim once. It's what I've come to know as the side of Jim that's extremely dangerous. That man over there's J.T. He's a ruthless leader and he won't hesitate to kill anything and everything that he deems as an enemy. And at this point, we're all enemies. J.T. will kill us, Jim wouldn't." McCoy whispered, having carefully and quietly moved the group of three away from J.T.

"So are you saying that the captain is going to kill us?" Sulu exclaimed. McCoy sighed, turmoil obvious on his features.

"Yes. No.. Probably. Unless we can find some way for J.T. To recognize us as a frie-"

Crash! The sound of a staff slamming to the metal floor startled the three starfleet officers. McCoy, Sulu, and Spock jolted slightly at the sudden intrusion of the foreign sound. They peaked around the corner, peering at the figure that had just jumped off the mound of dead guards. J.T. looked up, eyes a hard sleet of gray. He glared suspiciously at the three pairs of eyes staring at him. J.T. narrowed his eyes menacingly, the cold sleet piercing the very souls of McCoy, Sulu, and Spock. The three men froze upon eye contact.

Suddenly more guards stampeded onto the scene, guns blazing. Bad mistake. In a blink of an eye, J.T. had disappeared. the guards never saw it coming. He had turned into thin air, only briefly reappearing every now and then. One blink of an eye, he was to the left, another and he was to the right. The guards dropped to the floor one after another, no one stood a chance against J.T.

By the time the last guard had faded from life, Sulu was too shocked to move. Horror stuck to face, body frozen solidly. Spock at this point had been overloaded with too much new data on this "J.T." figure. Spock couldn't seem to comprehend fast enough how such a character existed soundly alongside with the life-loving, kind Jim that everyone had come to know. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Nothing. Yet, there stood Doctor Leonard "Bones" McCoy. Alone.

The man who had just said J.T. would kill anyone in his path, had just took the first step towards J.T. In response, J.T. swung around, eyes glaring suspiciously like a cornered animal towards the doctor that was approaching. McCoy lifted a hand, hoping to calm the gray-eyed man before him. Unfortunately that didn't give the desire effect. J.T. dashed forward, staff swinging to maim and kill. McCoy's eyes widened. Sulu and Spock snapped out of their daze, only to see J.T. going for the kill.

"Doctor!"

"Doctor McCoy!"

The blow never landed. J.T. had stopped. Like and unmoving statue, he stood there, arm still raised to kill, nostrils flaring, pupils dilating. Yet a look of confusion was clearly expressed with the crinkled eyebrows and flickering eyes. Blue. Gray. Blue, then gray. Back and forth, the two colors shifted endlessly. No one dared to move, that is, until McCoy stepped forward to close the distance between him and J.T. His eyes gently, McCoy pressed his hand against J.T.'s cheek. Suddenly, the endless shift froze and blue overtook the gray and J.T. sagged. McCoy gently caught the prone figure.

Sulu and Spock started, rushing forward from behind the corner. Well Sulu did, Spock limped towards the the doctor, hand covering his injury. The two met the doctor midway, concern and worry bubbling over for the limp figure cradled in McCoy's lap. McCoy caressed the captain's cheek, before running his hands over the body in front of him, checking for injuries. Almost immediately, McCoy frowned, cataloging severe and certainly dangerous injuries covering all of the captain's torso and limbs. Quietly, the captain groaned and his eyes fluttered open.

"Doctor McCoy..." Sulu whispered, "Is it safe?"

A moment passed, McCoy remained silent. Then a hoarse whisper filtered through the rumbling of the ship collapsing on itself.

"Bone...s...?"

McCoy released a sigh of relief and gently tapped the captain on the forehead.

"Idiot," He whispered. "You let [him] out."

Jim winced, and lifted a heavy hand to cover his face.

"Fuck."

"Yup." McCoy answered, chuckling slightly. "But don't worry, yah didn't hurt none of us."

Jim sighed reflexively. "Thank god... I don't know what I would've done if I had hurt you guys..." Jim grunted once more, wincing as he struggled to get up.

"Woah there, Jim! You're hurt yah asshole! Only you would manage to someone how fuck yourself up on a god forsaken random evil alien spaceship!"

"Aww, Bones~!" Jim whined, successfully managing to stumble to a standing position. "I gotta get us outta here first." Jim then quickly glanced around, taking quick note of Sulu and Spock. "Sulu! Spock!" Jim exclaimed, quickly pulling McCoy to his feet.

"Shut up, damn it! Jim we're still stuck on this flying hunk of metal. On an enemy ship too!"

"Bones, be quiet. I need you to check Spock." Jim quickly threw the doctor in the direction towards where Spock was standing.

"What.." McCoy grunted, glaring at Jim.

"Please, Bones." Jim replied.

"Hmph!" McCoy 'harumphed' before quickly assessing the Vulcan. Expertly, McCoy with the somewhat reluctant cooperation of Spock, had stifled the bleeding and bandaged the wound with what was remaining of Spock's shirt. Suddenly, Jim burst out into a terrific laughter.

"What." McCoy sighed.

"Bones it looks like we're all about to bang! Sulu, Spock and I are all shirtless! you're the only one with a shirt on right now!" Jim roared with laughter, collapsing into a giggling heaving mess on the floor. Sulu seemed to have come to the same conclusion and started giggling with the captain. Spock on the other hand, seemed to have missed the innuendo completely.

"Captain, in the human language, the term 'bang' is used to describe a loud sound usually emitted from a weapon or explosion. Therefore I find the my understanding to your words of 'we're all about to bang' to be unclear. Please explain." Spock said, voice unchanging yet still exuding interest at the same time.

"Well~... Banging is another way to say-" Jim continued.

"Shut up. Ya'll are some fucking disgusting pieces of shit." McCoy interjected, then continued to grumble. "I'm a doctor, damn it, not a toy."