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Chapter Twenty-One

"I'll ask you again: Who are you?" John Gill demanded.

"I'm James Kirk," Jim spat out. "Don't you remember me, professor? I attended your lecture at Starfleet Academy. I believe you called me 'one of the greatest minds you'd ever had the honour of teaching'. Pike was very proud."

"You lie!" John slammed his hands down on the desk. "You are a spy, sent by our enemies!"

"The Federation is not your enemy, professor!" Jim argued. "You work for them! Or should I say worked, I doubt they'd approve of you interfering with the natural development of an intelligent society like this!"

"Silence!" John roared. "I've heard enough of your lies! Take him to the chamber, it's time we force the truth out of him."

Jim was dragged from the chair he was sat in and pulled to his feet. He didn't put up a fight and he hadn't failed to notice every guard around him now had their weapons drawn. What exactly had they landed in the middle of here? How much had John interfered with the natural development of the planet? And who do they think he was spying for? And more importantly what was 'the chamber'?

He was sure, however, that whatever it was it was going to involve some form of torture. Actually, he was certain it was going to involve torture.

Suddenly Jim stopped.

If they couldn't get "the truth" or at least the version of the truth they wanted out of him, they'd turn their attention to McCoy…

"Keep moving, spy," One of the guards spat and Jim just reacted.

It took him less than two minutes to know out the guards around him, however, he took several bullets in the process, two had passed straight through him and the wounds had healed… The others, he hadn't been so lucky. His body had healed but with the bullets still in his body. More alarmingly John Gill and the few guards who had been following them down the hallway had seen it all, including the speed at which Jim healed.

"He's been genetically altered," John gasped. "The enemy is creating super soldiers. This is an act of war. We must act before they destroy us!"

One of the guards and John hurried away, whilst the others began firing at him. Jim made quick work of them, before sprinting back towards the cell he'd been taken from. He hoped they hadn't gone after McCoy. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something had happened to McCoy, which would be a problem seeing as he hadn't found anything that'd kill him yet, maybe he should have just let them torture him and worried about if they'd go after McCoy afterwards.

Skidding to a halt outside the cell, Jim kicked the door open with enough force it forced the door from its hinges and it flew halfway across the cell. Stepping into the cell, Jim hated to think of the sight he presented, with bullet holes in his clothing and bloodstains from the wounds before they healed. His gaze meets McCoy's, who was staring at him wide-eyed.

Jim rushed across to him and grabbed hold of the chains which bound. With a grunt, Jim pulled the chains from the wall and took a step back. He tensed as he heard the sound of running footsteps in the distance and they were definitely coming in their direction.

"We need to get out of here right now," Jim muttered quickly, helping McCoy to his feet. "I get the chains off once we're out of here."

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"Jesus Christ, Jim!" McCoy cursed as they ducked into a side room. "You didn't tell me they were God damn Nazis!"

"Nazis?" Jim frowned, leaning back against the door.

"You can't tell me you honestly don't recognise those uniforms," McCoy replied. "We learnt about it in Earth History, remember?"

"Shit," Jim shut his eyes and leant his head back against the door. "I knew the uniforms looked familiar. I remember the first time they came to power on Earth… What has John Gill done to this planet?!"

The sound of running footsteps passed by the door and Jim let out a sigh of relief. Opening his eyes, he looked around the room. It appeared to be some kind of cloakroom or storage room maybe… Pushing himself off the door, Jim stepped further into the room and looked around. Uniforms and coats hung along the walls as well as weapons and basic supplies.

"Hey, Jim," McCoy called from across the room. "Look what I've found."

Jim looked up to find McCoy holding up two phasers and Jim couldn't help but grin. He took a step towards McCoy before doubling over in pain as a sudden pain shot through him.

"Jim!" McCoy exclaimed. "You alright, Kid? Talk to me."

McCoy steadied Jim as he straightened up with a groan.

"They shot me," Jim explained. "Some of the bullets are still in me… I think one of them moved and ruptured something."

"Dear God," McCoy sounded horrified.

Jim let out a laugh.

"I'll be fine, Bones," Jim muttered. "We need to get out of here first, I'll cut the bullets out once we're safe."

"You'll do no such thing!" McCoy exclaimed. "You can't just perform surgery on yourself."

"It's not like its going to kill me, Bones," Jim grinned, making his way over to where McCoy had left the phasers. "Hey, look, your tricorder is here too."

McCoy quickly grabbed it and switched it on before turning and scanning Jim before letting out a series of curses.

"How many times were shot?!" McCoy looked concerned.

"Not enough to kill me it'd seem," Jim smiled.

McCoy shot Jim a glare, "this isn't funny!"

"You're just grumpy," Jim shrugged. "A few bullets aren't going to kill me, Bones. Anyone would think you've completely ignored everything I've told you so far."

"This isn't the time to be a-"

"How would you feel about a game of dress up, Bones?" Jim cut McCoy off, nodding towards the uniforms which hung around the room. "We're not going to get out of here dressed like we are. Which reminds me…"

Jim turned and fired his phaser at the chains which still hung from McCoy. To his credit, McCoy didn't even flinch and the chains dropped to the ground.

"You've got to be kidding me," McCoy growled.

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Surprisingly they made it out of the city easily. It seemed as soon as the everyday citizens caught sight of their uniforms, they ducked their heads and got out of their way. Even those who'd been sent to locate and kill the escaped prisoners hadn't looked twice at them. Jim would have been amused by this if it wasn't for the uniform he was wearing. The moment the had made it out of the city and were no longer visible by those who patrolled the city borders, Jim had pulled off his uniform and had never been happier.

They had stolen some supplies and a change of clothes as they made it through the city. Food and water had been Jim's priority, but McCoy had been more concerned about finding medical supplies. Between them, they had enough food and water to last them a few days. Now all they had to do was find shelter and once the heat had died down, try and find a way to contact the Enterprise, which would most likely involve re-entering the city to try and locate a device capable of broadcasting into space.

Suddenly a wave of dizziness hit Jim and he collapsed to his knees with a look of surprise. His body felt weak and drained of energy. His vision blurred and he would have fallen forward if McCoy hadn't grabbed his shoulders with surprising strength or maybe it was just because Jim felt weaker. Jim blinked a few times and tried to focus on the world around him. McCoy was scanning him with a tricorder and whatever results it gave him weren't good if the string of curses he let out were any indication.

"The bullets are poisoning you, kid," McCoy stated. "Your body is breaking them down and the heavy metal the bullets are made from are being released into your bloodstream."

"Huh," Jim acknowledges. "I've had something like that happen before. It'll pass eventually if I don't cut the bullets out. I'll admit, I've never felt this bad before. But I haven't been shot this many times either, so I guess it makes sense."

With a deep breath, Jim pushed himself back up and onto his feet. For a moment he wobbled and McCoy steadied him.

"Once we find somewhere safe to stop, I'll remove the bullets, Jim," McCoy declared.

"That's not necessary," Jim argued.

"I'm your Chief Medical Officer, Captain," McCoy's tone dared Jim to try and argue. "On medical matters I outrank you. And unless you have a medical degree you haven't told me about, I'm the only one qualified to do this."

"Actually-" Jim began but quickly shut his mouth at the glare McCoy gave him.

"That's what I thought," McCoy nodded.

"They don't even have to be removed, Bones," Jim sighed. "They'll be gone in a couple of weeks, a month tops."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," McCoy muttered. "You couldn't possibly have just said something that stupid."

"But it's true!" Jim argued.

"So, what? You just want to suffer?" McCoy crossed his arms over his chest. "You want me, a doctor, to stand by and do nothing as you suffer? You want me, your best friend, to stand here and watch you suffer."

"Bones…"

"No, Jim," McCoy shook his head. "I won't watch you suffer. Not like this. I don't care whether you think you deserve it or you just like the pain. It is within my power to fix, so I'm going to fix it."

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Hey, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. For anyone wondering why there are suddenly Nazis, the planet they are on is Ekos, which is from the Star Trek: Original Series episode Patterns of Force. In this episode, John Gill is sent to Ekos as an observer but interferes when the society almost destroys itself. He implements a version of Nazi Germany using Nazi ideals minus the genocide and racial beliefs of the Nazis from Earth History. I'm merging the plot line with this story because Jim's retelling of his time on Mars happens after he and McCoy get trapped on Ekos and I don't want the story to be entirely based around Jim's past alone. Until next time,

Blessed be,

TreeOfLife1997.