So, I'm watching Search for Spock, and it's really exciting. :]

I'm such a trekkie…hahaa. :]

Disclaimer: I only own T'Pel

"Lightning storm." Jim shot up from his bed in Medical Bay where T'Pel and Bones had left him. He was breathing heavy, and sweating still from the vaccine, or so he thought.

"Ah, Jim, you're awake." Bones walked over from talking with a couple of nurses and crossed his arms over his chest. He was wearing his real Starfleet uniform, blue. "How do you feel? Good God, man."

"What?" Jim followed the doctor's gaze to his hands. They were swollen to the size of small watermelons. "What the hell's this?"

"A reaction to the vaccine, damn it!" Bones ran around the table to one of the nurses on the other side of the room. "Nurse Chapel, I need 50 cc's of cortisone!"

"Yes, sir!"

But Jim was up and at the computer replaying Chekov's message to the crew. He fast forwarded it to the part where he spoke about the "lightning storm in space." Bones looked him over with a tricorder sensor.

"…appeared to be a lightning storm in space."

Jim grabbed McCoy's face with his swollen hands. "We gotta stop the ship." He took off down the halls, headed for a different computer, pushing people out of the way, with Bones on his heels.

"Jim!" McCoy called. "I'm not kidding! You need to keep your heart rate down!" he opened the white case in his hands and pulled out the shot of cortisone that Nurse Chapel had prepared for him.

"Computer," Jim said franticly. "Locate crew member Petrova."

"You know, I haven't seen a reaction this severe since med school."

But he couldn't get the shot ready in time before Jim shot off down the hall again, this time, headed in search of T'Pel.

"We're flying into a trap!" he threw over his shoulder.

"Damn it, Jim, stand still!" he finally got him to stop just long enough to shoot him in the neck with the hypo.

"Stop it!" he complained, continuing through the large crowd of people on deck seven. He spotted T'Pel standing over a computer with a PADD in her hand. Her uniform dress was red, but instead of the engineering emblem, the medical symbol rested on her chest. She wore it proudly. She had pulled her long hair to the sides in braids to keep it out of her face. Uhura sat in a chair next to her, relaying information to her. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, and her uniform was red as well, instead with that of communications insignia.

"T'Pel! T'Pel…" he tapped her shoulder and she turned to face him.

"Jim!" she said. "What are you doing here?"

"Great, you're with Uhura. The transmission from the Klingon prison planet that you two were talking about. What exactly did it say?"

"I dunno, ask-"

"Oh, my God, what's wrong with your hands?" Uhura jumped up from her seat. McCoy finally caught up to Jim, looking him over again with the tricorder sensor.

"It's…Look," Jim ignored Uhura. "Who is responsible for the Klingon attack?"

"What?"

"And was the ship…"

"Was the ship what?" asked T'Pel.

"What's happening to my mouth?" his voice was all distorted and hard to understand and he turned to McCoy.

"You got numb tongue?" McCoy asked.

"Bones, what's wrong with him?" T'Pel asked.

"He having an allergic reaction to the vaccine we gave him."

"Numb tongue?" Kirk pleaded.

"Oh, dear." T'Pel ran around to aide McCoy. "We can fix that."

"Was the ship what?" Uhura repeated.

"Romulan." His voice was still distorted.

"What? I…"

"Romulan." He said again.

"Romulan?"

"Yeah!"

"Yes." She finally understood.

"Yes?" he attempted to clarify, and T'Pel stuck another hypo in his neck. He yelped. "Damn it!"

Okay, I know this is short, but there's like, at least three written pages for the next chapter, and I didn't want this one to last forever. I'm not sure if I'll get it up later tonight or not. Honestly, don't count on it. It's already midnight, and I'm starting to fade. Hahaa. :]

Cally