Author's Note: So, I decided to try making this one all dialogue just to see how it would work.

Chapter Two: B

Backfire

"Captain?"

"Yes, Spock?"

"I believe your plan. . . I believe you would say 'backfired.'"

"That's an understatement; it backfired spectacularly."

"Both you and Bones are agreeing?! Is the world going to end?"

"Captain, I do not believe that the doctor and I agreeing would cause the. . ."

"It's an expression you green-blooded hobgoblin."

"As much as I like watching you two argue, I think we should focus on getting out of here."

"Damn straight."

"I agree."

"Alright then, let me see if I can pull these chains out of the wall. . ."

"Jim, you look like a constipated hippopotamus."

"A crude analogy, but an accurate one."

"Thanks Spock, I appreciate the support so much."

"Maybe we should let Spock try, since he is so superior."

"Thank you, doctor."

"I was being sarcastic."

"Fine, since I apparently failed, why don't we let Spock make an attempt."

"I think Spock is better than you Jim."

"I'm sorry I'm not Vulcan. I don't have the super strength to pull chains off of brick walls."

"Doctor, my mixed heritage allows me to do things humans cannot. That does not make me

'better' than anyone."

"You flaunt your 'superior' intelligence all the time, Spock. Don't pretend to have any humility."

"Alright, enough. Spock, help me down from here; Bones, for the love of god, stop insulting Spock every chance you get."

"Captain, I hear footsteps approaching."

"I don't hear anything."

"What? I don't. . . Oh shit."

"Uh, Spock, could you get us down from here so we can find our communicators and get the hell out of here?"

"One moment."

"Thanks, Spock."

"Excuse me, but as much as I enjoy hanging by my wrists and ankles while you two stand there discussing battle plans, I would really like to be able to touch the floor again."

"We all know you like being restrained Bones, you don't have to tell us."

"Shut up, kid."

"Doctor McCoy's restraints appear to be stuck."

"What do you mean 'stuck?'"

"Doctor, I would hope that you would know the definition of 'stuck.'"

"I know the damn definition, you pointy-eared bastard. Get me down from here!"

"We will need phasers, Captain."

"Alright, Bones, you hang tight. . . poor choice of words. Stay here and Spock and I will be back soon. I hope."

"Whatever happened to those footsteps your pointy ears heard?"

"I believe they have passed, Doctor. Let us go; we need to leave this planet before the natives can discover how our phasers, communicators, and tricorders work."

"Took you two long enough; I've been hanging here forever."

"Doctor, you have only been there for ten point six minutes."

"What, only one decimal point this time?"

"Spock, you aim for the restraints on his hands and I'll aim for the ones by his feet."

"I'm really glad there were no restraints by our waists."

"That would be payback for all the times you've threatened to castrate me."

"Ugh, that was not comfortable. Thanks a lot."

"We did free you, did we not, Doctor?"

"You could've warned me you were almost done; I could have broken something falling like

that."

"Scotty, beam us up. My plan backfired. Badly."

"Badly would be an understatement."

"Damn straight."

I hope it wasn't too confusing, but hey, I tried.