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"How is she?" Jim asked the moment he saw Bones.

Bones nodded as he released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "She's not really talking, but other than that she seems to be doing okay," he answered, remembering how empty her eyes had been.

"Did he do anything to her?" Jim asked, sure there was something John Harrison had done to make Ellie follow after him. Because if there wasn't, well, he didn't know what he'd do.

Bones didn't think it was a good idea to tell him what he'd found when he scanned her face, at least not yet; Jim was already angry and on edge. But he had to tell Jim something, even if it would only fuel his rage. "There's something on her wrist, I don't know what it is," he answered. "She wouldn't let me touch it."

Jim nodded, a burning anger boiling in his blood as he thought of all things that could have happened to her; remembering the way he'd yelled at her for staying, realizing she'd stayed cause of John Harrison. He was more angry with himself, he should have known something was wrong but he'd been stubborn and she'd gotten hurt because of it.

"You don't look good Jim," Bones said watching his friend's jaw clench and unclench, knowing anything he'd have said about Ellie would upset him. "What's your concern about him?"

Jim shook his head as he thought of John Harrison. "I don't know what he was is, Bones. He just took out an entire Klingon security team single-handedly. I want to know how - and don't tell me it's because he has a good shooting eye. There's something else going on here that's more than passing strange. I need you to help me substitue 'facts' for 'strange.'"

Bones considered what Jim had said. "Sounds like we have a superman on board," he commented brusquely.

They walked into the observation room of John Harrison's holding cell, and Jim's eyes ignited with fury anew. "You tell me," he said through clenched teeth.

Bones looked at John Harrison, the man who'd had Ellie as a captive, for the first time. Other than appearing strangely calm, there was nothing visually exceptional about him. There was no kindness in the man's eyes as he stared at John - who John could only guess was Leonard McCoy, which he learned from Elenore. Bones moved the irising device to the middle of the glass and opened it so only a fist to get through. "Pur your arm through the hole, I'm gonna take a blood sample," Bones told him.

John Harrison seemed to hesitated for only a moment as he pondered the request before pulling up his sleeve and complying. There were many thoughts going through John's mind, many instances that he thought and figured would end in the death of the Enterprise; something Jim Kirk would be oblivious to for he still believed the man giving him orders was on the right side. "Why aren't we moving, Captain?" he asked, hoping to goad something out of him - one of the thoughts swirling in his head being when Jim had made Elenore cry. "An unexpected malfunction, perhaps in your warp core. Conveniently stranding you on the edge of Klingon space?" he asked shocking them all with his complete knowledge of what happened on their ship.

"How the hell d'you know th-"

"Bones," Jim said sharply cutting him off.

John continued staring at Jim Kirk, his eyes having never left him. "I think you would find my insight valuable, Captain."

Bones looked at John's poised face, showing no emotion at all not even in his eyes. He closed the irising device before sliding it to the side of the glass, his eyes a mask of boiling fury.

"We done?" Jim asked him softly, entirely ready to put John Harrison behind him.

But Bones wasn't, not yet. "Did you hit her?" he asked abruptly, causing John to turn his eyes to him; his eyes brows furrowing in curiosity. Both Jim and Spock had looked to the doctor as well, both having assumed the bruise on her cheek had come from elsewhere due to no other mark on her. "I scanned the bruise on her cheek, there's a small fracture on the bone. I was told you're exceptionally strong so I'll ask you again; did you hit her?"

John continued staring at the doctor, his eyes narrowing, his face becoming dangerous. Jim looked to his prisoner, his breathing thinning and his blood freezing. "A mistake, I assure you," John said softly, his deep voice grumbling, "one I never made again."

That was all Bones needed to know Ellie had been forced to John's side, everything he needed to know in order to hate the man. Bones looked to Jim, seeing the unleashed rage swarming in his eyes. Jim nodded to him, taking a breath and they all turned away from John Harrison; not giving in to further communications with him. Bones left the two and headed toward the medical wing, the door closing behind him before he caught what John Harrison said that called Jim back. His thoughts were now on Ellie.

...

"Oh Doctor McCoy, thank goodness," I heard the nurse who'd finished scanning me say as she walked out of the examination room to meet him.

I rolled my eyes and laid back on the bed as I waited for her to finish talking to Bones so he could come in here and yell at me. And he walked in a few minutes later with a vial of blood, his brows knitted in irritation, but he said nothing. He sat down beside the bed I was put in and grabbed a microscope before preparing a slide. I sat back on the bed and watched him as he fiddled with the microscope waiting for him to say something, knowing he would because it was just him.

"You can't be mean to the nurses because Nurse Chapel left," he said as he looked at his slide.

I heaved a sigh and turned my head to look at him. "Nurse Chapel would have listened when I told her not to touch me," I grumbled.

Bones cocked a brow and looked over at me. "She try to look at the thing on your wrist?" he asked watching me closely, watching as I looked down at it. "What is it?" he asked softly, gently taking my arm in his hand and running his thumb over it.

He didn't do anything more than run the pad of his thumb over it, warming my skin. Not even when Jim came in and saw it, the anger in his eyes melting into concern. It was like old times, me Jim and Bones; it was almost comfortable. I guess that's why I answered him, even though it made John look worse than I thought he was. "It's a tracker."

"So he'd know where you were," Jim said seconds after I finished. I knew the moment I saw his eyes something was wrong, at least that he thought something was wrong with me.

I nodded looking away from, wilting under his accusing eyes. "And he'd hear what I said."

I didn't see Bones look up at Jim with hard eyes, didn't see that it was Bones who was defending me and Jim who was interrogating me. "What happens if you try to take it off?" Bones asked, his voice soft and soothing. I suppose I really was a victim, though I didn't really feel like one; and I don't think Jim really thought I was either, which meant he'd talked to John.

"It explodes," I said, knowing my voice was level with uncaring and not knowing how to change that. Not knowing if it mattered how I sounded, if it was already too late because I'd sat next to John on the shuttle - I don't think Jim knew who's side I was on anymore, and it honestly broke my heart because I didn't either.

I was right though, it was becoming too late. Because no matter how much Jim loved me, no matter how much he wanted to believe that I was innocent - Thomas Harewood had a sick daughter in a hospital, and Jim had been keeping tabs on me and seen that I'd switched to the Children's Hospital and that my last day had been the day before the archive exploded. And then he discovers that John had an accomplice, and though it turned out it was me, it doesn't mean that wasn't his accomplice. All the signs were there, all the red flags and the warnings. And Jim was looking at me so hopelessly, so infuriated that I could possibly let this happen; that he could have let it happen. "He knew me," Jim said softly, his eyes bright and searching. "He knew the moment he saw me who I was. Why?"

I looked up at him, seeing in his eyes was desperate for me to say anything but what came out of my mouth. "You have my eyes."

His eyes hardened, blocking the pain that had speared through them. "That's what he said when I asked," he told me, his mouth tightening as he turned away. "Tell me," he said before he left, barely turning to look at me, "did he save us only because of the torpedoes, or because you asked?"

The moment his eyes met mine he had his answer, and he looked so broken, so defeated. "Jim?" Bones asked shocked, that being a very lethal accusation considering all that John had done.

"Come on Bones," was all he said before he walked out the door. Bones looked at me to see my own sad eyes and he sighed shaking his head, standing before kissing my forehead and following after his captain.

I curled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms tight around myself as though I could myself from falling apart. It was no use though, I already had. I had crumbled into pieces in John's hands, willingly. He ruined me, and I let him. He'd made it so I was now with the people I knew, the people I might even call friends; and all I wanted was him.

...

I entered the observing room to John's cell, seeing two men were sitting at their desks watching him. He was sitting stoically on the small cot staring at the nothingness in front of him, but he turned when the door opened and nearly smiled when he saw me. "The captain would like you to arm yourselves as a precaution," I told the two, keeping my eyes away from John.

To my relief they nodded and left to do as I'd told them. They did not know to be suspicious of me, to everyone but Jim I was still Elenore Davis - the Captain's cousin, that I was one of them. They trusted me, and they were wrong to. Because the moment they left and the door closed I locked it. And I turned to John.