a/n: Right-oh, first off and foremost, I am terribly sorry for the typos and spelling errors. My excuses are that I type too fast, I can't spell and that I can't read my own typing. If you can understand that, I love you, you understand me and that seems unusual to me. If you don't, I'll try ot explain it in greater detail later. Anywho, to the story, because cliffhang(er)s are mean.

Yes, it happened. What was it? Well, that is a mighty good question, and I'm going ot be a real sweetheart today, I'm going to tell you. Yes, isn't that wonderful of me? Thank you, I though so too. Right, back to 'it'.

"Ahh...Keptin?" Chekov said, hesitating slightly, Kirk grunted in an 'I'm-listening' way. "There are Klingons, they have uncloaked and are loading veapons."

Kirk sats up, really quickly. His pants got chair burn. Poor pants, we'll make it up to them later, I promise.

"Shields!" Kirk shouted, there was a small explosio and the ship shook violently.

"Zey haff fired, Keptin."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I hadn't guessed."

Silence answered that, Kirk was pissed, you don't mess with a pissed(!)Kirk. It was bad for your health. Kirk punched the comm thingy on his chair, so he could talk to Scotty.

"Mr. Scott, status report?" He said, the thing crackled. Everyone made to be very busy at their stations. McCoy stood frozen to the spot. "Mr. Scott? Mr. Scott!?"

"Aye, Captain?" The thing crackled. Kirk repeated his request. "The engines arna too terribl'y damaged. There were a few explosions down here though, we sent them to sickbay. They should be fine."

McCoy was more rooted to spot. In his head a sign flashed. It read: 'I have to get to sickbay.'

Another one lit up, smaller, but just as important: 'Now.'

So, McCoy turned and went back into the turbolift and went to sickbay. Quickly.

a/n: Yeah, this chapter sucks. Terribly. Sorry about that. I'll work on it next chapter. I swear.