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Bones had had quite a difficult time lugging Jim's unconscious body to the medical bay of the Enterprise. It had been made even more difficult by the fact that Spock had crossed his path quiet a few times, and he'd had to go the long way around to avoid the Vulcan seeing Jim aboard. He'd even managed to get Jim out of his cadet uniform into some plain black clothing.

Currently, Jim was still passed out, lying motionless on a cot in medical bay. They were en route to Vulcan, and Bones, now wearing his standard medical uniform, was busily checking machines to make sure everything was functioning properly in the event that he or someone else needed to use it. He was actually just about to go back and check on Jim when a male voice with a thick Russian accent came over the intercom, "May I have your attention please. At 2200 hours, telemetry detected an anomaly in the Neutral Zone, which appeared like a lightning storm in space." The voice continued on to explain the distress call from Vulcan, their estimated arrival time, as well as a bare bones explanation of what the fleet was going to attempt to do.

Before Bones could get across the room to check on Jim, he leapt up in the cot. "Lightning storm in space," he mumbled, repeating what the Russian voice had said while looking slightly frantic.

"Jim," Bones managed to get over to him before he climbed off the cot and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop his movement. "Good, you're awake. Are you feeling okay? Good God…"

Bones trailed off. He was glancing at Jim's hands. Jim looked down and let out a yelp, "What the hell's this? I thought only my right hand was broken!" Jim's hands were swollen and red, three times the size they normally were. Jim could feel them throbbing and the heat radiating off of them on his face as he twisted them around in the air in front of him, scrutinizing them.

"It was!" Bones yelled back, hurrying over to the other side of the medical bay to grab a hypospray. "It's a reaction to the vaccine. Goddamn it, Jim, why do you have to be allergic to everything!"

While Bones was preparing the hypospray of cortisone to counteract Jim's reaction, Jim leapt off the bed and began poking at the screen that had been broadcasting the announcement just moments ago. "Shit," he mumbled as he fumbled around with his ridiculously enlarged fingers, trying to press the buttons. It took a few more tries before he was able to rewind the broadcast enough to hear what he thought he heard again. A lightning storm in space. Bones came back, hypospray in one hand, and began running a scanner through the air with the other to see if Jim had any other reactions that were currently not visible to the eye. "We gotta stop the ship," Jim grabbed Bones' head between his inflated hands, halting the impromptu medical exam. And then he burst out of medical bay, running at full speed.

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Bones was racing after him as fast as he could through the Enterprise's halls, but Jim was roughly six years younger than him, so he managed to keep in front. "Jim!" He shouted after the younger man, while trying to keep his grip on the few medical things he still had in his hands. "Seriously! This is a really bad allergic reaction! You need to keep your heart rate down!"

He managed to catch up when Jim stopped at a console in another hall. He typed into the machine, and it chirped, waiting for his command. "Computer, locate Lieutenant Commander Moure!"

"I haven't see a reaction this bad since med school," Bones babbled on, trying to assemble the hypospray in the middle of the hallway.

The computer told him where she was, and he shouted to Bones as he took off again, "We're flying into a trap. I have to tell someone who will listen to me!"

Bones managed to catch up to him again when he had to stop and wait for a turbolift. "Goddamn it," the doctor growled, finally managing to stab Jim in the neck with the hypospray. "Hold still!"

"Stop it!" Jim yelped again as he barreled into the turbolift, Bones following suit, and waited impatiently for it to go up to the bridge.

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"Captain!" Jim's voice echoed through the bridge, causing Rosie's head to whip around. "Captain Pike!" Bones was dashing after him, telling him to come back, but Jim wasn't stopping. "We have to stop the ship!" he babbled.

"Jim, what are you doing here?" Rosie blurted out, just as Captain Pike demanded answers.

"Kirk, how did you get aboard the Enterprise?" The captain's voice drowned out Rosie's. Most of the bridge crew didn't even notice she'd said anything.

Bones tried to explain, babbling some medical jargon that even Rosie wasn't sure she understood, while Jim kept trying to talk over him. Finally, Bones paused in speaking, and Jim took it as his opportunity, "Vulcan is not experiencing a natural disaster. It's being attacked by Romulans."

"Cadet Kirk is not clear to be aboard this vessel," Spock butted in. "I can have him removed as a stowaway…"

"I'm trying to save us here!" Jim shouted over the Vulcan. "Vulcan is under attack by Romulans."

"Based on what facts?" Spock narrowed his eyes at him.

"The same anomaly, the lightning storm in space, occurred on the day of my birth. Where a Romulan ship appeared out of nowhere and destroyed the USS Kelvin. You know that, Sir," he directed his gaze towards Captain Pike now. "I read your dissertation. That ship had advanced weaponry, but was never seen or heard from again. Plus, there was an attack on the Klingons last night. A Romulan ship. One massive Romulan ship."

"And you heard about this attack on the Klingons how?"

Jim inclined his head towards Uhura, who was on the bridge as well. She looked stunned for a few minutes, but quickly regained her composure when she realized Jim must've heard her talking about it just before she kicked him out of her and Gaila's living quarters. "Sir, Kirk's report is true. I intercepted and translated the message myself."

Before Pike or Spock could interrupt his argument again, he turned, "Rosie." Everyone's eyes on the bridge followed his to her. "Rosie, I know you did extensive research on the anomaly that happened on my birthday. We talked about it a bunch of times. Have you compared that to this one?"

"No," Rosie looked surprised she hadn't thought if it herself. She turned back to her console and her fingers began flying as she typed, "I hadn't thought of it. It all happened so fast. Just give me a minute…" she trailed off, her green eyes scanning the screen. "Oh my gosh," she breathed after a few moments. "You're right, Jim. You're right. They're the same. The analyses match. They look exactly the same."

Jim smiled at her, glad she had his back. "We're warping into a trap, Sir. I promise you that."

Pike looked over to Spock for his opinion. His eyebrows furrowed a bit as he contemplated what he'd just heard before he announced, "The cadet's logic is sound. Lieutenant Uhura is unmatched in xenolinguistics, and Lieutenant Commander Moure is one of the best engineers and researchers Starfleet has seen in years. We would be wise to accept their conclusions." The Vulcan looked like it pained him to admit Jim could be correct.

"Scan the area around Vulcan for Romulan transmissions," Pike told Uhura. She hurried over to her console, and began searching. "Hail the USS Truman."

"Sir," the communications crewmember addressed the captain, "All the other ships have arrived at Vulcan, but I can't get a response from any of them."

"And there's no Romulan transmissions or transmissions of any kind," Uhura added after a moment.

"That's because they're being attacked," Jim asserted.

Pike said nothing for a while. Then he walked over to his chair and sat, "Sheilds up. Red alert." Rosie caught Jim's eye again and mouthed, Good job to him. She flashed him a smile before turning back to her console. "You better be right about this, Kirk," Pike grumbled to him in a hushed tone.

"Arrival at Vulcan in five seconds," Sulu announced into the now very tense atmosphere on the bridge. And then he began count down.

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