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The Enterprise crew, consisting of Doctor McCoy, Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock, Scotty, and Chekov stood as close to the edge of the TARDIS' walls as possible, jumping whenever the ship shook. Chekov was standing so uncomfortably that it looked as if he were about to have a brain aneurysm, Kirk looked inexplicably confused, and McCoy looked about nervously as if he expected the ceiling to cave in on their heads. Spock looked as unimpressed as usual and Scotty was looking to the control system in the center with an expression of absolute fascination.

The control system was a hub of mass chaos.

It was shaped like a large cylinder with a clear glass tube near the top, pulsing a soft blue. The controls were switches and knobs and buttons of steel, and some were held together with duct tape and luck. The controls hissed and spat and burped out rolling carpets of white smoke. The TARDIS lurched back and forth as the Doctor flew from dial to knob to lever, sometimes hitting a button with his hands and another with his feet at the same time. Rose stood to the side, pulling a few levers here and there when Doctor pointed to it when he was on the opposite of the controls. Upon looking over at the Enterprise crew, he snickered. They looked so uncomfortable and bewildered; it was amusing.

"Spock… what is… what?" Kirk sputtered from one corner, turning to his First Officer.

"I am not exactly sure, Captain, as this ship appears to be running on a theoretical power source that has never been successful before. It has taken advantage of quantum pockets, which were seemingly proved impossible thirty years ago. Its operation center is evidently intended for the use of at least ten people, but our host seems to be doing all its functions by himself. There are some things that I am not sure of, however. Many of these machines appear to be violating the known laws of physics. I am, too, at a loss." replied Spock.

The Doctor popped out from behind the controls. "I prefer timey-wimey wibbly-wobbly stuff."

"To put it bluntly," said Rose, also appearing, "it's bigger on the inside."

"Vhat?" Chekov said, his face a mixture of fear and confusion.

"In a single word you somehow summed up my entire experience with the Doctor," Jack sighed. He leaned against one of the tree structures and stared into empty space.

"I don't think that man has ever been to medical school," McCoy said, his lip curling. Doctor looked up from the controls to beam at him unabashingly.

"He's not that kind of Doctor," said Rose, rolling her eyes as she pulled another lever. She backed up as the Doctor reached across her to push a large button.

"Really. You don't say," McCoy deadpanned, crossing his arms. An emergency medkit was in one of his hands.

"If 'e iznt a medical doctor, zhen vhat kind ov' doctor iz 'e?" Chekov asked bitterly, stepping a foot away from the wall. Just at that moment, the TARDIS lurched again, and he lost his balance and hit the floor.

"Just the Doctor," Doctor said, his voice a bit muffled as he drove the ship. "That's all."

"That's all," McCoy drawled, his eyes unblinking and his lips a hard white line.

"I don't think so," Scotty shook his head at the Doctor. "You can call a ballet dancer a mathematician and give 'im a hard hat and a wrench, but I wouldn't trust 'im to cook a five course meal. Not even a wee bit. Aye?"

"Aye," Chekov said, nodding sagely.

The group was silent for a moment. Even the Doctor stopped jumping around the controls to look at the Scott in confusion.

"What?" Jack asked.

"Doctor, is the universal translator broken?" asked Rose, her nose wrinkling.

"Nah," said Doctor, already turning back to hit a few more buttons on the controls.

"I'm surrounded by crazy people," Jack muttered, closing his eyes and sinking down to the floor.

"All Meester Scott vas saying vas zhat you can't let an actor be your fwirefighter, or your 'ouse vill burn down. Eh?" said Chekov. He and Scotty traded wide grins.

"Aye. Right indeed, laddie," Scotty agreed.

Jack blinked up from the floor. "Wha-"

"Can we please focus?" said Kirk. Everyone's eyes turned to him. "We have an hour. Less than an hour. Mister Doctor-"

"Just Doctor is fine."

"Fine. Doctor. Can your ship get us to Klingon ship or not?"

"Sure," Doctor shrugged. "As long as you have the coordinates."

"Of course. Mr. Chekov?"

"Yes?" Chekov said darkly, rubbing his knee where he hit it against the floor.

"Go aid Doctor here with the coordinates, will you?"

Chekov scowled and slunk over to where the Doctor was working, muttering some choice words in Russian under his breath.

"Great, thank you!" Doctor said cheerfully, peering over the angry young man's shoulder as he brought up the ship's coordinates on a PADD.

"Jim," McCoy muttered not-so-quietly, "how do we know we can trust these people?

"Hmm?"

"They're criminals. Blondie over there stole from my medbay."

"Technically it's my medbay," Kirk murmured back. McCoy gave him a glare that caused most to want to flee for the hills. Unfortunately for him, Jim was not an exception.

"My point is," McCoy hissed, "is that we know basically nothing about these people. Hostage situations like this can be grounds for war. War. How do we know it's going to work?"

"It's going to work," Kirk said, loudly and confidently, drawing a few pairs of eyes.

McCoy raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"It'll work or my name isn't Captain James Tiberius Kirk. And I-"

"Captain Jack Harkniss sounds better," Jack blurted. Everyone turned to stare at him.

"You wanted to say that this entire time. Didn't you?" said Rose.

"Since I discovered his name," Jack admitted quietly. The others continued to stare at him.

"It was really eating you up inside, huh?" Rose said sarcastically.

"Yeah. You gotta agree that-"

"Can we focus? Please?" said Kirk, frustration seeping into his voice.

"Couldn't agree more!" Doctor grinned. He again clapped Chekov lovingly on the shoulder, who was looking downright murderous. A loud, ringing alarm suddenly went off and Doctor's hands flew back up to pull more levers and pulleys, his foot smacking a switch or two. "I could use a hand, however…" he grunted.

"We'd be more than willing to hel-"

"Great! Captain, pull that green lever nearest to you in fourteen seconds precisely. McCoy, come over here and hold this button. Everyone else, hold on!"

Jim hesitantly rested a hand near the lever. McCoy, however, did not move. He crossed his arms and scowled.

"Doctor McCoy, could you-"

"No," McCoy growled.

"Bones."

"I'm not going to."

"Leonard!"

"Dang it, Jim! I'm a Doctor, not a… a… freaky spaceship, button pushing… guy!"

"You really had to think about that one, huh?" grumbled Rose, from where she too was helping out; pressing a button and twisting a dial every few seconds.

Bones face grew red. "I swear I will-"

"You have three seconds to press that button before we crash," Doctor sang, leaping from lever to lever so fast that the ground trembled under his feet.

"I'm not gonna-"

"Doctor McCoy!" Jim snapped.

"Fine!" McCoy threw his hands violently in the air before marching over and slamming his hand onto the button. The alarm quieted.

"Thank you," Doctor grinned. "Now, Captain-"

"I'm the Captain," Jack protested, kicking his feet listlessly on the floor. He went ignored, as per the usual.

"Will you please pull that lever in four, three, two… one."

Jim jerked the lever back, and at the same time Doctor twisted a dial. The TARDIS gave an enormous lurch to one side, nearly knocking everyone off their feet.

Then it was still.

The quiet was almost eerie.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Doctor said cheerfully.

Every member of the Enterprise crew looked disgruntled and discombobulated, except for Spock, and Scotty, who looked at the TARDIS, fascinated.

"So now we're… where, exactly?" Jim said hesitantly.

"The Klingon ship, of course," Doctor shrugged, as if it was the most evident thing in the world. "Obviously."

"Obviously," Rose nodded.

"It's… really… not obvious," Jack sighed, rubbing the back of his bruised head. "But, whatever."

"There's no way-"

"Itz true, Keptin!" Chekov said, wide eyed. He was peering at one of the many screens of the TARDIS displaying multiple numbers. "Ve' are on zee ship! Eez impossible!"

"Oh, nothing is impossible if you have a little imagination!" Doctor said, shrugging on his long, brown coat over his red Starfleet uniform. "Allons-Y!"

He turned back to show off his new outfit. Kirk looked at him with a gaze of utter horror, his eyes flicking from the bright red of the uniform to the dark brown overcoat, which was so long that it reached near to his ankles. It contrasted horribly. Everyone else was looking past the Doctor in awe that they had reached the ship, but all Kirk seemed able to focus on was the horrible fashion statement Doctor seemed to be making. The Doctor wasn't put off by it though, he smiled, waggled his eyebrows at Kirk, and turned around.

He threw open the double doors and hopped out. Everyone stood, puzzled, for a second or two. Except for Rose, of course, who had immediately followed the Doctor, and Jack, who had begrudgingly slunk along with a dramatic groan. Cautiously, the rest stepped out into the Klingon ship.

"One minute, Doctor," said Kirk. Doctor looked up cheerfully from where he was messing with a door panel with Klingon characters etched onto them.

"Yes?"

"We appreciate your help in transportation, but we'll take it from here. You and your friends are to wait in the TARDIS until we return."

"No fair!" said Rose, stamping her foot on the ground.

"Not happening," Jack muttered sourly at the same time.

"Nah," said the Doctor—shrugging as if shrugging off Kirk's command—and turning back to the panel.

Kirk blinked, caught off guard. "Your assistance is no longer necessary."

"Sure it is!" said Doctor.

"These people are lunatics," McCoy muttered. His hand clenched around the emergency medkit he carried.

Kirk huffed. "You are unarmed-"

"We're helping. End of discussion. Period. Full stop," said Doctor, still fiddling with the Klingon door panel. There was a quiet click and the door slid open. Doctor waved around, a small metal stick with a glowing end in his hand. "Sonic screwdriver, I do love you."

And then he ran down the hall, stopping to look at a display panel a couple of feet away.

McCoy scowled again, louder this time. 'Sonic screwdriver?' he mouthed.

Jim exhaled sharply and stormed after the Doctor. He grabbed his arm and spun him around.

"You want to help? Fine. But I am the captain. This is my operation. So you listen to me. Understood?"

"Sure," Doctor agreed, still studying the display screen.

"So we won't have a problem?" Jim asked.

"Problem? No problem. No problems here. Nope," Doctor said distractedly.

"Good." Jim turned back to the rest of the group. "This is a delicate operation. If you see anything, hear anything, do something, I am the first to know. No one does anything without consulting me first. If you-"

"What if we don't have time?" Doctor asked, wrinkling his nose. "To consult you, I mean. What are we supposed to do then?"

"I-"

"Yeah, like, what if one of those big bad guys with the weird foreheads are holding us at gunpoint? And we have to make a split-second decision, and we can't ask you what to do? Do you expect us to just stand there and get shot?" Rose asked, frowning. "Or what if one of us get captured, and they're listening to our conversations, and they, like, give us a script to read from to try to trick you, and if we say anything other than what they tell us too then they'll kill all of us? What do you want us to do then?"

"If you do what I say that's not going to hap-"

"I am seeing a lot of loopholes," Jack interjected.

Jim threw his hands into the air. "You just said you weren't going to be a problem!"

"Are you sure? That doesn't sound like something I would say," Doctor said, his brow crinkling as he touched the display screen and a map of the ship came up.

"We weren't being a problem," murmured Rose at the same time.

Kirk took a deep breath, before turning back to everyone else. "Those of you who have phasers, keep them out and set to stun," he said slowly. "Stay silent. That means no talking," he added, glaring at the TARDIS crew.

"But how-"

"I'll lead," Jim said, cutting the Doctor off. "Everyone else, follow slowly. Keep an eye out."

The whole ragtag crew set off down the hall. Kirk was in the front, light on his toes and silent, his phaser in his hand. Every time the hallway passed another corridor, he turned the phaser that direction to ensure no one was lurking in the corners. Spock followed closely behind, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. Behind Spock, Doctor and Scotty were having a rather loud conversation about TARDIS and Enterprise mechanics. Behind them, Rose and Jack were having a pleasant conversation about how much fun they were having. At least, Rose was talking about it. Jack stayed silent for most of it and looked dead inside. Behind the two, Chekov was fuming. Every time one of the conversations in front of him grew louder than he desired, he bit out a few curses in Russian. Next to him, Doctor McCoy's grip on his medkit was so tight his hands were turning snow white.

"Alright," said Kirk, peering around another corner. There were four separate paths. "We need to split up. Keep your communicators."

"I don't think that's a good idea," said Jack, taking advantage of the diversion to break off the conversation he was having with Rose.

"I don't care," Jim said sharply, craning his neck around the first corner.

"He's got a point. Have you seen a horror movie?" said Rose. The Doctor shook his head 'no' next to her, as if she was asking him.

"Spock, you're with me," said Kirk, ignoring them. "McCoy, you'll go with Mr. Harkniss, Scotty with Miss Tyler, and Chekov with Doctor."

"You can't be serious," McCoy said dryly, eyeing Jack with distaste. His grip on his medkit tightened so hard his knuckles cracked.

"Hey!" said Jack.

"I am serious," Jim said slowly. "These three don't have phasers, nor do they have any means to defend themselves. The rest of you do. It's the only way to assure we all stay safe as possible."

"I don't really care if 'e stayz zafe," Chekov hissed, jerking his thumb at the Doctor.

Doctor, still smiling widely, waved around his small metal-wand-thing. "I have my sonic screwdriver!" he exclaimed proudly.

"I don't know nor do I care what that is," Kirk said. Doctor frowned. "Spock and I will go through the first corridor, Scotty and Tyler through the second, Doctor and Chekov through the third, and McCoy and Harkniss through the last one. Understand? Good. Keep your communicators on. Walk for five minutes, then report to me."

They dispersed begrudgingly.

Chekov was most displeased to be paired with the Doctor.

With a cheerful wave, Doctor started to walk down their corridor. After a moment's pause, Chekov joined him, taking out his tricorder from his belt to scan the area. Doctor looked over his shoulder to look curiously at the device as it collected data. Chekov huffed and turned from the Doctor's interested gaze.

They walked for a while before the tricorder began picking up lifesigns in front of them. Chekov showed Doctor the tricorder's display screen.

"Two Kwlingons. Dead ahead." he whispered. The Klingons were standing vigilantly next to a closed doorway, disruptors in hand. What could they be guarding? Chekov thought, his brow crinkling.

"Zee hostage!" Chekov realized, his eyes going wide. Doctor peered over his shoulder at the Klingons beyond.

"Alright! Let's go get her." Doctor began walking confidently toward them.

Chekov caught his sleeve. "I have to call zee Keptin."

"No… he's all the way on the other side of the ship," Doctor said slowly, scrunching his nose. "It would take too long. They might move her before they get here. We have to move now."

"'E iz not zhat far away. I vill call-"

"No, no, no," Doctor insisted, smiling wide. "Trust me." He stood and straightened his long brown coat.

Chekov scowled. "Vhat are you-"

"Just follow my lead." Doctor winked. "I got this."