Author's Note: Yeah, yeah, I know. I suck. I promise more frequent updates and then make you guys wait two weeks and then not even bother updating on Sunday (one, because I was kind of passed out, and two, because this chapter wasn't done) and then go and make you guys have two huge cliffhangers. Well, okay, it's one, but it's significant enough for two. And I'm mean enough not to explain that and make you read it. So yes, you can get the rotting fruit and start throwing it at me, but that doesn't mean I don't love you guys for sticking with me thus far and pray you guys will accept my crazy ideas.

Author's Note 2: Part of the reason why this chapter is so late is because the first segment of this (which, incidentally, is the shortest) did not want to be written. At all. But I knew in the back of my mind that this chapter wouldn't make sense without it, so I sent it off to my friend, hoping she would help me, and then, two seconds after I sent it to her, sat down and wrote the stupid thing. It's not amazing, but it works.

Author's Note 3: The other part of the reason why this chapter is so late is because I know you guys are going to have mixed reactions about one of my plot revelations. Don't say you won't-I know you will. Call it me being psychic and all... but you're either going to be excited or be 'what the hell is she doing now?'. And believe me, a lot more than you think are going to be inclined toward the latter. Trust me. I know these things. I'm the author. I'm certified to say that. But, I will promise you that as confusing and as unoriginal as you might think this is at first, I do have a rather awesome plot line to go along with it. So don't tune out yet.

Author's Note 4: I do believe this wins longest chapter of the arc, if not the story so far award. What can I say, this chapter didn't want to end. It was originally going to be even longer, but then it started getting rather complicated. So I chopped it in half and rearranged some things and bam. Chapter. The next chapter will hopefully be up about this same time next week. I know, I keep telling you guys Sundays, but this weekend's prom (SUPER EARLY, I know), and while I'm not going to the actual prom, I do have other things to do this weekend and I am going to be doing after prom, which means staying up late after getting up super early on Saturday, and then there's the whole thing about me helping to clean up after prom for Beta Club hours... so yeah. Don't expect another update on Sunday. Expect it more on Tuesday or something.

Author's Note 5 (I apologize for talking so much): Spring break for us is the week after next (SUPER LATE, I know), so maybe there will be a chapter or two then, plus a new arc (cause this one is finally reaching its climax and end! YAY!). I have like... six billion ideas as to where I want the next arc to go. But, more on that later. On with the story!

One last thing: Reviews are love!

The Voyages of the USS Enterprise

Arc 2: Tomorrow is Yesterday

Summary of arc: During a routine patrol mission, the Enterprise gets sucked into the sun's gravitational pull. While trying to break free, it accidentally gets sent back to the year 1995, where space travel is in the far distant future and the countries on Earth are still heavily divided. Due to a transporter malfunction, Jim, Spock, Doctor McCoy and Scotty are beamed down aboard a naval aircraft carrier called the USS Seahawk. In order to avoid detection, the four must join the crew and become Naval officers. However, this proves difficult when the captain of the ship is murdered and JAG officers are called onboard the Seahawk to investigate.

Chapter 11: Impossible Revelations

Jim adjusted the yoke of the plane, righting the westward drift the plane had taken.

"Do you have a plan?" Rabb asked. "Or are you just going to go in there guns blazing and hope to arrest this guy?"

"I always have a plan," Jim said. "You're going to sound the ship wide evacuation alarm and I'm going to go find Commander Rice."

Jim honestly wasn't sure how he had figured out who was responsible for the double homicide and attempted murder. Lieutenant Commander Rice wasn't truly the most obvious suspect—or really one at all from most people's point of view. But Lieutenant Rabb had to go and mention the fact that if Jim hadn't been named First Officer, then Rice would have been Captain by now and then there was the whole thing about Rice not liking Bones and Scotty—though that really wasn't relevant. That was Jim just being petty.

But the more Jim thought about it, the more it seemed to fit. Granted, he knew very little of Commander Rice, but from everything he had learned about the Seahawk's crew during his short time on the bridge, Jim believed that Commander Rice was indeed capable of being from a different century, timeline, and able to murder someone.

Out of everyone on the Seahawk, with the exception of Jim's own crew, Commander Rice had the most suspicious record. It stated that he hadn't graduated from the Academy, but had risen through the ranks. It never did state where he had started his Naval career, nor did it state where he had served prior to serving on the Seahawk, a ship he had transferred on to as a full Commander. Apparently, he had been demoted after an incident (in a lightning storm) where someone had died on his watch.

Jim was beginning to think that the first death—of another commander who had been in position to become first officer—wasn't an accident.

"As Captain of the Seahawk, it's your duty to attend to the crew," Rabb informed him, drawing Jim back to the conversation. "It's regulations."

Jim fought to keep back a snort.

"You keep around me long enough, you'll learn that I never follow regulations," he replied. "Now, don't make me make that a direct order, Lieutenant."

Doctor McCoy ran into Spock and Scotty as he mounted the stairs to the flight deck. Word had just come in that Jim and the JAG lawyer were returning to the Seahawk after they heard the news about the CAG.

"I don't believe the CAG's poisoning and Kirk's being here are coincidences," Doctor McCoy said breathlessly. He had just ran pretty much the length of the entire ship.

Spock looked at him, raising his eyebrow a fraction of an inch in surprise. Doctor McCoy barely registered it.

"Did you hear me? Jim's in trouble!" he insisted. "We have to get off the ship!"

Before Spock had the chance to respond, there was a loud commotion coming from the top of the stairs. Doctor McCoy looked up the stairs, moving out of the way just in time for Lieutenant Commander Rice, Jim, and the JAG lawyer to come racing down the stairs.

"Get out of the way!" the JAG lawyer shouted unnecessarily.

Jim barely paused to shoot Spock and Doctor McCoy a look before he sprinted out of sight.

"I hate this ship," Scotty muttered. "It's too damn exciting."

Doctor McCoy couldn't help but agree as he and Spock took off after Jim.

Commander Rice was a sneaky bastard, Jim decided as he rounded a corner to find the corridor empty. He had not only come from another century and managed to infiltrate the Navy to become a lieutenant commander, but he had also given Jim the slip and practically disappeared from the ship after being accused with murder.

Jim paused to catch his breath, leaning against the wall for balance. He heard footsteps behind him and straightened, thinking that it was Commander Rice.

It was Doctor McCoy. Jim stared at his friend in momentary surprise.

"Bones, what are you doing here?" he demanded.

"Looking for you," Doctor McCoy replied. "I was going to corner you on the flight deck, but you and that damned lawyer were already chasing after Rice. I take it he's the suspect."

"Yeah," Jim confirmed. He glanced around. "Come with me. We need to talk."

A klaxon alarm filled the air as Jim led Doctor McCoy to an empty room.

Good, Jim thought. It looks like Rabb sounded the alarm.

"What the hell is going on, Jim?" Doctor McCoy asked the second Jim had closed and locked the door. "Why do you think Commander Rice killed the Captain and First Officer and then tried to kill the CAG?"

"He's the one who has the most to gain," Jim said. "He's the only other commander who is eligible for captaincy."

"Until you came and screwed it all up," Doctor McCoy muttered.

"This time, it wasn't my fault, Bones," Jim replied with a shrug. He glanced around the room, noting that it probably once belonged to a flight deck worker or a cook. It was the basic on-ship bunk, with a bunk bed and latrine in one corner and an unlocked cabinet in the other. There was a faint beeping noise coming from the cabinet.

"What's that noise?" Jim asked, walking cautiously over to the cabinet.

"It's probably one of the six bombs," Doctor McCoy said.

"Six?" Jim echoed. "I thought there was only one."

"Scotty found five more while you were flying," Doctor McCoy informed him. "By the way, did you see anything interesting?"

"Just the usual plane disappearing in a flash of lightning," Jim said with a shrug, ignoring the surprised look on Doctor McCoy's face. He pulled the cabinet open, swearing illustriously when he saw the complicated bomb on the inside.

"What?" Doctor McCoy demanded.

"This bomb is definitely not from this century," Jim said. "Or from our century. Or from any century in our timeline that we know of."

"And you would know that how?" Doctor McCoy asked acerbically.

"I spent a summer learning how to diffuse bombs for fun," Jim rejoined acidly. "I have a minor in weapons technology."

"Can you diffuse this one?"

Jim glanced at the bizarre looking piece of technology in front of him, frowning. It was a small, glass orb with a holographic counter on one surface. The glass revealed a very intricate series of wires, all of which were connected to a chain of circuit boards and plugs.

"I could try," Jim said at last. "But I could very well end up blowing us up two hours sooner than scheduled."

"Then what should we do?" Doctor McCoy wanted to know.

"Rabb is working on getting everyone off the ship," Jim said, studying the bomb with a scowl. "I want you and Spock to contact the Enterprise and tell them what's going on. Tell them to try to beam Scotty up first."

"Last I heard the transporter is inoperable," Doctor McCoy said.

"Then have Scotty tell them how to fix it. Tell him to talk to Chekov and Sulu; those two can figure it out," Jim ordered. "And when you're done with that, help Rabb get everyone off the ship."

"What are you going to do?" Doctor McCoy asked.

Jim grinned. "Don't worry about it," he said.

"Don't worry about it?" Doctor McCoy echoed in disbelief, causing Jim's grin to widen. "Are you serious?"

"I'm always serious, Bones!" Jim said. Sobering slightly, he added, "I'll be fine. Now go find Spock and play nice."

Doctor McCoy looked like he wanted to say something else, but Jim refused to listen. He gave his friend a gentle shove toward the door.

"If you hurt yourself, I'm not cleaning it up," Doctor McCoy informed him.

"Yeah, yeah," Jim said lightly. "Go."

Doctor McCoy shot him one last, slightly accusatory glance before walking out the door. Jim sighed in relief as he turned to face the man who now stood behind him.

"You really need to learn how to be stealthy," he told Commander Rice. "I heard your breathing in the bathroom from two doors away."

"It was careless of you to bring your friend in here," Commander Rice said, leaning casually against the wall. It was the first time Jim had seen him up close without his flight deck gear on. He had a long, narrow face with thick features. His eyes were dark brown, as was his hair, which was abnormally long for a US Naval Officer.

"Who are you?" Jim demanded.

"You know very well who I am," Commander Rice said, crossing his arms.

"Bull shit," Jim retorted.

"We have played this game an uncountable number of times in the past," Rice said, his voice changing into a smooth, deep tenor. "And it still never ceases to amaze me how unobservant you are."

"Just humor me," Jim said, feeling on edge. There was something about that voice that sounded distantly familiar. "Since you know, I'm unobservant and all. Who are you?"

"I am Kahn."

Doctor McCoy ran into the communications room, breathing heavily from running the entire length of the ship for a second time. He entered the room just in time to watch Scotty disappear in a flash of golden light.

"Looks like they got the transporter working," he muttered.

"Indeed."

Doctor McCoy turned to find Spock standing in the door way, hands clasped behind his back.

"Where have you been?" he demanded. "I thought you went after Jim."

"My talents were better suited to assisting Mr. Scott and Ensign Chekov repair the transporter," Spock replied. "Did you find the Captain?"

"Yes," Doctor McCoy muttered. "He said to get everyone off the ship once you fixed the transporter."

"Lieutenant Rabb has succeeded in assisting everyone off the Seahawk," Spock informed him. "The Captain, you, and I are the only three now onboard."

"Great," Doctor McCoy muttered.

"Where is the Captain?" Spock inquired.

"He's in the housing deck," Doctor McCoy answered. "Why?"

"I believe the Captain is in great danger," Spock said.

"Isn't he always?" Doctor McCoy asked rhetorically.

"On the contrary, Doctor, the Captain is only in danger 78.65% of the time," Spock stated.

Doctor McCoy stared blankly at him, not able to think of an appropriate response.

"What should we do now?" he asked instead.

"You will stay here and contact the Enterprise," Spock ordered. "I will find the Captain."

He was gone before Doctor McCoy had the chance to protest.

"Conceited arrogant green blooded hobgoblin," Doctor McCoy muttered as he sat down at the communications counsel. "I don't even know how to work the damn thing. What the hell does he expect me to do? Magically figure out how to work ancient technology when I can barely work a damn communicator without frying it?"

"Doctor McCoy, are you finished?"

Doctor McCoy jumped at the sound of Uhura's tired, but slightly amused voice. He scowled at the speaker box.

"Is Scotty up there?"

"Yes, he is," Uhura said, chuckling. "Spock didn't tell you that he set up the link so all you'd have to do is talk, did he?"

McCoy didn't bother dignifying that with a response.