Sorry this has taken a while guys, been doing bits. Getting the novel completed ready for publication next week which is getting frustrating haha. Doing extra hours at work as well so a lot to do. As I am going down to my caravan next week for two days I'll do some writing and upload quite a few new chapters and maybe more stories. Please don't keep me to my word as I need the novel finishing haha.

Bones sighed as he wiped his sleeve along his eyebrow. He had managed to bring Jim back after a vast amount of Hypo's along with CPR with the aid of Scotty. Scotty had gone back to trying to get materials to find a way to communicate with the enterprise and to get bits to help McCoy look after their captain. Though Jim's heart had stopped for three minutes, they had got him back. McCoy leant forwards with his tricorder taking more readings. He was eying up the readings when Jim's eyelids started to flutter.

"Bones…"

His voice cracked as he whispered out his friends nick name, a long story that lead to him being called bones. Bones leant forwards into Jim's view.

"I'm here Jim"

Jim tried to sit up and instantly regretted the action. He yelled as pain shot through him and complied when hands pushed him back down.

"Jim don't move, you're in a very critical situation. I had to use an old fashioned way of sorting your punctured lung so for now you've got a small pipe in your lung to allow you to breath. Listen Jim…. You've just flat-lined on me, if you dare as try to go into anything other than a normal rhythm I will slap your neck over and over with hypo's for the next three years of our travels"

Jim nodded slowly as he took the threat seriously, he knew not to mess with an angry bones.

"How's the ship bones… Where are we"

Bones looked at his best friend, and captain with sorrow. So he didn't remember.

"Jim, the ship is in trouble, but don't you dare move because you will bleed out and knock that tube more. You were in the captain's chair when we took a direct hit… It exploded most the controls along with you Jim. The chair exploded and shattered whilst you were sat on it. I have no foggiest clue in how you even survived it this far Jim"

The captain looked at bones as he explained what happened, he felt terrible and now he knew why.

"Jim, we were beamed down by something on the planet. Spock and Chekov has gone to look to see who brought us down and to get medical supplies for you. You have nasty internal bleeding in which I've only got a day's worth of hypo sprays to control with… And that isn't including the bad shape the rest of your body is in Jim. Jim… If I don't get you to the sickbay before the hypo's run out… There's a chance we will lose you"

Bones tried to fight back the worry and tears but he knew Jim would want the information straight. His friend just stared at him, not even nodding. Just staring straight at Bones face. It was a few minutes before Jim even opened his mouth.

"At least… At least I've got the best country doctor by my si…"

Jim began coughing forcing McCoy to curse and sit him up a bit more. Quickly blood began to drip out the side of the tube in Jim's side and the side of his mouth. Once his coughing fit stopped Bones slowly lowered Jim down.

"Listen kid, we need to get you help soon… I refuse to lose you and if you expect me to put up with the green blooded pointy eared hob…"

"Put your hands up"

Turning around McCoy looked to who had interrupted him. He looked at Jim's worried face as he turned. In front of him was a Klingon with a phaser. Behind him the rest of the crew were surrounded by more Klingons. Jim tried to lift his hands but instantly pain shot through him and he groaned. McCoy shot around to look at Jim. His face was flushing white quickly and his eyes began to close.

"No no no! Jim stay with me!"

Bones began to take another set of readings, completely ignoring the Klingon. As soon as he went to grab a hypospray, two pairs of hands grasped each hand and ripped him off of Jim. They dragged him back to the other crew who each were pinned by a Klingon or two.

"Let me look after him! He's dying for Christ sakes!"

The Klingon walked up to Bones, back handing him across the face.

"Why you son of a bitch!"

Bones reacted with anger, fighting the Klingons off of him and throwing the two that were holding him to the floor. Bones turned to throw a fist at the next one but was hit on the back of the neck rendering him unconscious. The two Klingons of the floor quickly got up and lifted the unconscious bones up slightly. Dragging him to the group they stood ready. One of them pulled out some form of communicator and spoke into it.

"What about the one against the rock?"

One of the Klingons looked to Kirk then back to his leader.

"Leave him to die"

Laughing the Klingon looked at the group as a beam surrounded them. Soon there was no-one around. Jim slowly opened his eyes again. He had done pretending to be unconscious. Fighting the pain he looked around him. Once he was sure the Klingons were gone he slowly lifted himself up an inch. Yelling in pain he gasped. The tube in his side was slipping slightly. He went to grab a bit of his trousers to use to hold in place the tube but realised that his ankle looked deformed. The pain washed through him and he leant back sighing. He was going to be no use like this.