Scotty slowly opened his eyes to find he was lying on his back, he slowly sat up to take note of his surroundings. One thing was for sure, he wasn't on the Enterprise. At first Scotty believed he was dreaming, so pinched himself in the arm, only to find that he was very much awake. He appeared to be in some sort of thick jungle, everywhere he looked he could see nothing but green. Scotty slowly rose to his feet, the last thing he remembered was standing on the transporter talking to McCoy, well more like arguing with him really. It was then when Scotty heard a familiar voice yell out his name, it was McCoy that he was certain of. Without delay Scotty ran off in the direction the voice had come from, he couldn't really run that fast since he was having to force his way through the vegetation. After pushing his way through the jungle Scotty soon came to a less dense part, which is where he found McCoy, but clearly he wasn't in the best of moods.

McCoy was currently in the centre of a large patch of what Scotty could only assume was quicksand and it was already up to his chest. The Doctor looked up and stared at the Scotsman, "Scotty help!" McCoy cried as he struggled about, he was expecting a sarcastic comment from the Engineer about his current predicament, but he didn't get one. "Try and stay still Leonard, the more you move around the more ya'll sink." Scotty said calmly which surprised McCoy, not to mention the fact he called him by his first name. Scotty reached over to a nearby tree and pulled off a long, thick vine from one of the branches. He then threw it across to McCoy who grabbed it tightly in his hands, suddenly McCoy jolted downwards as the deadly sand trap dragged him closer to his end. "Scotty!" McCoy cried, the panic in his voice was abundantly clear. "Don't panic, I've got you, just don't let go." Scotty replied as he pulled gently on the vine and slowly, but surely began to drag McCoy closer to him.

Eventually Scotty managed to pull McCoy back onto solid ground, "Thanks Scotty." McCoy said while he wiped a chunk of sand from his sleeve. "Don't mention it Leonard." Once again McCoy was surprised, Scotty had called him by his first name again and he rarely did that. "Are you hurt?" Scotty asked, McCoy shook his head. "No I'm OK." The two of them sat down on a nearby log to rest for a bit, "I'll be honest with you, I thought you were going to give me a sarcastic comment when I asked for your help." McCoy stated suddenly, which made Scotty turn to face him. "I wouldn't have done that, not when you were in that situation." Scotty answered quickly, McCoy gave him a small smile. "But I've got to say, its normally me who gets beamed into those types of situations." Scotty remarked, which McCoy couldn't help but chuckle at. "So, any ideas as to where the heck we are?" McCoy believed it was time to concentrate on the main problem at hand, "I ain't got the foggiest, dam transporter." Scotty muttered under his breath, he was just happy that they got beamed onto a M-class planet and not into space.

He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his communicator, well what was left of it anyway. Scotty opened his hand to reveal a mishmash pile of bits which once made up his communicator, McCoy stared blankly at it along with Scotty who swore under his breath, "Please tell me you've got yours?" Scotty asked, hoping the answer was yes. McCoy reached into his own pocket and pulled out his communicator, his eyes glistening with glee, but that soon faded when he flicked it open and sand poured out from it. "Apparently Star Fleet didn't think to make them sand proof." Joked McCoy as he shook the device about, causing more sand to pour out. Scotty gave McCoy a small smile, "Well I might be able to combine the working parts of both of them to form a working communicator of some description." "Brilliant Scotty." Just then the sun light faded and the air became cold, a deafening clap of thunder rocked across the sky. "But first I suggest we find somewhere to take cover, it looks like it's about to tip it down." Scotty said as he rose from the log, a hand out stretched to McCoy who simply nodded in response as he took the offered hand.

The two of them then headed off through the jungle, which was much harder than it seemed. The further they went, the thicker the jungle became. "Of all the planets we could have been accidentally beamed to, it had to be one with a jungle." McCoy said as he pushed a vine out of the way, "At least it's a M-class planet McCoy, we could have easily been beamed into space." Scotty replied as he stepped over a tree root. McCoy knew that Scotty was right, he should be thankful it wasn't any worse. It was then when it started to rain, well more like it began to chuck it down. McCoy and Scotty began running, thankfully they soon found a cave to shelter in. "Well we can stay here until the rain stops." Scotty said as he watched McCoy sit down on a nearby rock, he then darted out of the cave for a moment before returning with some wood. To McCoy's surprise and complete amazement, Scotty managed to get a fire going, using nothing more than the wood he had brought in. "Where did you learn to do that?" "When I was a kid back in Scotland, it comes in handy now and then." Scotty replied as he gave McCoy a smile, but he saw that the Doctor was shivering.

"You cold?" Scotty asked, "No… No I'm fine." McCoy muttered as he turned his back on the Engineer, he was cold but he didn't want to admit that. He couldn't stop thinking about the fact he had been yelling at Scotty only a short time ago, but still the Scotsman had saved him. Just then McCoy felt something wrap around his shoulders, he glanced over to see a red shirt was draped over them. He turned to see Scotty smiling softly at him, wearing his black under shirt. "No need to lie to me Leonard, I know you too well and I don't want ya catching hypothermia." Scotty said as he made McCoy turn around, so he could gently tie his shirt around the Doctor's neck, almost like a tiny cape. "Go sit near the fire to get warm and try to get some rest, I'll work on making us a way to contact the ship." McCoy's cheeks blushed slightly as Scotty patted him gently on the shoulder. "But aren't you cold?" He questioned slowly, "Nar, I'll be fine, I'm Scottish after all, we're kinda use to the cold. Now go and rest." McCoy watched as Scotty took a seat a little bit away from the fire before he sat next to the flames himself, it wasn't long until he had laid down and had fallen asleep, his cheeks still slightly flushed.