Hey all, Sorry this has taken so long. I had a bit of the writers block for both this and the final editing of my novel. It really set me back and having work at strange hours doesn't help either. I do hope to update all these soon. Will have to see how it goes. Hope you all like though.

Kiyli

Slowly Jim opened his eyes to a rocking sensation. Trying to move his feet, Jim gasped as pain washed through the whole of his body. Leaning back quickly against a soft presence, he looked up to the sky above him. Tree's moved from his sight to let him know he was moving, but he definitely wasn't far off of the ground. Tilting his head slowly to the left he notices a little figure holding a piece of wood. Following the wood he saw some kind of fabric attached to it that went under him. Instantly thinking he was being moved on some kind of stretcher, Jim turned to look at those that were carrying him. To the left by his head was a young boy causing Jim's heart to sink as memories flooded through him of Tarsus IV. Turning his head over to the right, he eyed another boy holding the stretcher. Both had the wood on their shoulders as they walked. Letting out a little groan, Jim looked ahead to the bottom of the stretcher, two more small kids holding it. Panic began to wash through him as he felt as if they children were forced to carry him. Trying to sit up, memories washed through him of when the children of Tarsus IV carried him on a stretcher back to their camp after he had been tortured by some of Kodos's men. Biting back a gasp of pain, Jim tried to look ahead. He tried to understand what was going on but his mind seemed to slip. He kept seeing the path in which he'd take daily to get the kids food. Food. Jim looked at those that carried him. From what he could see, they weren't thin as a twig. As Jim tried to get up, a small hand held his shoulder. Turning his head to the right, he looked into the eyes of one of the children. He smiled and gave Jim a reassuring nod then slowly removed his hand and carried on.

McCoy swore as the Klingons pushed the group through their foul smelling ship and into their version of the brig. He had cursed and fought against them as soon as he was conscious to the point four of them grabbed him by each limp and dragged him down there. He tried all he could to get back to Jim to make sure he was alright. Jim would be bleeding heavily and the fact that he knew Jim so well brought more fear to the doctors gut. Jim would try to move in that state… And with the tube in his lung there was the danger of knowing Jim so well that he knew his captain, his best friend would rip it out. McCoy looked around the group trying to survey who was and wasn't there. After looking at the faces he came to the conclusion that Spock and Chekov wasn't around. At least Jim had a bit of hope then. The doctor frowned as he realised he would be hoping on the pointy eared green blooded hobgoblin to save Jim's life. Spock would never let him live that down. Walking to the brig door McCoy began to think of a plan to try get them out of the brig.

Jim groaned as a loud pitch sound was emitted by a child carrying him on the stretcher. All he wanted to do was close his eyes shut and cover his ears but as soon as he saw figures appearing around him, he knew he couldn't. Jim began to survey everything around him, the figures slowly coming into view with wooden buildings behind them. Cheers and sounds erupted around him. Six figures walked up to the children, taking the stretcher off of them. Adults… Finally some adults. Jim went to open his mouth and speak but no sound came out. He frowned and looked at the figures carrying the stretcher. Confusion began to run through him. Fear, anger and more. Looking ahead in pain, Jim watched as two familiar figures came into view. Trying to lift his hand, Jim felt darkness wash over him. Groaning in pain again, Jim let go on consciousness. The pain too much to handle. More than any pain he had felt before. He knew it was time to let go.

Scotty began to work his way around the Klingon door, commenting with his deep Scottish accent on how bad the Klingon ship smelt. Thankfully Scotty had spent a couple months studying multiple ships, and a Klingon ship just happened to be one. Bones was speaking to Uhura on planning an allergic reaction incident under control by Uhura. Bones would inject himself with a small concoction in which he is allergic too to cause him to pass out and to cause a seizure as a diversion of breaking out. Scotty and the security guards will then cause a power fluctuation creating their getaway.

"Doctor are you sure you want to do this?"

Uhura's voice showed concern to her friend at the thought of him putting his body to a test.

"I've got to get to Jim. He is going to die if we don't get to him and help him. I don't trust your pointy ear hobgoblin of a boyfriend to find him in time and not move him. You can do this Uhura. I need you too, for Spock and for Jim"

Nodding to the doctor, Uhura passed him the concoction in the hypospray. Slowly Bones eyed up the hypo before lowering it down to his thigh.

"God dammit Jim. The things I do for you"

Sighing, the doctor shoved the hypo into his leg, letting out a hiss. Instantly his legs fell under him as Uhura and Scotty caught him. They lowered the Doctor down who was gagging for air. His face full of fear. Scotty swore and ran over to the brig door yelling for help. Uhura held the doctors head on her lap as she tried to sing a calm song to help. Their plan had to work, for Jim and for the doctor.