Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek. I wish I did, but I don't. Nor do I know who does own Star Trek. But it sure is not me.

Warning: Uber Violence. Maybe some language. Hints of Spock/Uhura and Chekov/Eprouve.

Notes: Second to last chapter. Sorry it took so long, I've been a bit...preoccupied. First Star Trek Story. Constructive Criticism and random reviews are both very much appreciated.


"Ensign…? Emily?" Spock demanded urgently, not showing any emotion on his face nor in his tone though clearly alarmed. He switched off the intercom and stood up at the same time Chekov made a break for the exit. Spock quickly intervened, much to the Russian's dismay.

"Sir," Chekov reasoned desperately. "You heard her, she must be badly hurt—"

"I am very much aware of the danger our Tactical Officer is in, Mr. Chekov." Spock interrupted. "However, I need your assistance in rescuing our Captain first. It is our duty as Starfleet officers…saving Captain Kirk is more important at present." The First Officer explained somewhat sympathetically. At first Chekov looked disgusted with the science officer, then he scowled, trying to think of any good reason to help Eprouve first. His glare faded to a frown as he realized that Spock was right.

"Aye, Mr. Spock." Chekov said quietly. He called back over his shoulder, "Have Mr. Reilly cover for me."

"Lieutenant Uhura, contact Mr. Scott to take command. Please inform him of our present situation. Also, send security down to sickbay for backup." Spock ordered Nyota who acknowledged his wish.

"Be careful, Spock." Uhura whispered wistfully as she watched the Science Officer and the navigator left the bridge.


Kirk backed up slowly, colliding into a wall as the transporter officer held a long, sharp knife out pointed toward the Captain. "You want me. What, no explanation?" Kirk asked almost sarcastically, trying to buy some time. The transporter officer smirked, revealing a sinister set of darkened sharp teeth, but Christine just rolled her eyes and watched her partner attempt to stab Kirk. Jim quickly dove out of the way, narrowly escaping the weapon.

"This is mutiny!" The Captain shouted, exasperated. The two officers exchanged glances, then burst out laughing, making Kirk flush. What did he say?

"You…" Christine choked out between laughs, a mocking smile on her face. "You still think we're your officers? You still think we're humans? I knew you weren't a very intelligent race, but I highly overestimated you!"

Kirk's eyes narrowed as he grinded his jaw and formed his hand into a fist position, slowing getting angrier as they continued to laugh. Just then, someone pounded on sickbay's doors and the two fell silent. The man strode over to the entrance and checked the screen to make sure it wasn't a Starfleet officer, then opened the doors. 'Sulu' walked in, looking a bit irritated.

"A'rakih!" The woman hissed at Sulu. "Where have you been!? We've been waiting forever!" Jim's eyes widened as he heard the strange name. He knew exactly what language it was.

A'rakih rolled his eyes as the other man closed the entrance before Kirk could escape. "Calm down, Lepahc. I just had a little…interruption." He said mischievously. Lepahc raised an eyebrow, standing slightly crooked, which made her seem all the more ghastly.

"An interruption?"

"No big deal," A'rakih said with a shrug. "That stupid little Ensign girl…the one with the cough, she figured out what we were and tried to stop me." He reached downward and pulled out his agonizer. "No worries, I took care of her. She won't be any trouble now." He chuckled, caressing his weapon, his dark green eyes piercing through the Captain's soul. "Really should have made my eyes black…oh, well."

Kirk growled ferociously. "What have you done to Emily?" He demanded. "Where's Doctor McCoy and the injured officers!?" Lepahc scowled and punched the Captain's right temple, knocking him to the ground. He reeled dizzily as she turned him over and put her foot on his chest, applying just enough pressure to snap three of his ribs. He let out a short cry of pain and automatically tried to get away, to put some distance between them, but he couldn't move. Lepahc and the others laughed maniacally.

"Calm down, Kirk." The Klingon woman said, watching the pathetic Captain wince. "Your precious little McCoy and all of his little patients are all alive…for now." The evil smirk inched its way back onto her face.

"What do you want with me?" Jim choked out as Lepahc removed her foot. He very slowly started to get up, a little out of breath already. This wasn't going to be easy.

"What do we want with you?" A'rakih repeated uncomprehendingly. "Surely you've realized by now?" When he received no answer from the Captain, he rolled his eyes at the pitiful man. "Our friend over there," He motioned toward the Klingon disguised as a transporter officer. "His name is Reltseok—" He stopped speaking when he saw Kirk freeze, shock clear on his face. "Hah, you recognize the name?"

Kirk sighed, now completely standing up, though slightly hunched over to soften the pain in his chest. "Look, I told you I was sorry, it was a long time ago. I was young and inexperienced, and it was an accident—"

"An accident?!" Reltseok snapped furiously. "Alright then, I'll just accidentally kill that doctor and his patients. I'll just accidentally have you there to watch. Then I'll accidentally seize control of The Enterprise and accidentally destroy every Starfleet vessel we find, then I'll accidentally—"

"I get the point," Kirk interjected.

"You murdered twelve of my men without reason," Reltseok accused, brow contracted in fury. The amused looks on all three of the Klingons were now completely replaced with looks of rage.

"What does it matter to you?" The Captain retorted. "You Klingons kill each other all the time. I bet you didn't even know their names." Lepahc let out an infuriated scream as she punched Kirk's neck. He gasped, then winced from the pain of his chest, and fell back to the floor. He cringed as he slowly stood up, his back facing the Klingons. Kirk took two seconds to try to catch his breath without making his broken ribs puncture his lungs. Reltseok lunged forward, his knife sliding into the Captain's back. Jim drew in a quick breath, and staggered to the floor. He tried to push himself back up, but it was no use. Darkness surrounded him as he heard the sound of phasers.


"It's no use, sir, it won't open!" Chekov said as he tried to override the entrance to sickbay. "They must have reset the codes—"

"Alright. Aim your phaser at the door and try to break through." Spock said as he reached for his own phaser. Chekov followed the First Officer's orders, pulling out his phaser and holding it out toward sickbay as five security personnel came running toward them to help. The Vulcan and the Russian fired their weapons at the entrance, creating a steady laser beam until the door was no longer in existence. The officers broke through just in time to see their Captain fall, a dagger protruding out of his upper left back. Spock and the security team immediately froze in there place.

"Captain!" Chekov gasped as he skidded to a stop. The three Klingons simultaneously turned to see their intruders. A'rakih scowled the moment he saw the overly observant navigator, unintentionally locking eyes with him. Pavel now saw that the eyes of this 'Sulu' were most definitely a jade green, and not their normal jet black. "Shoot," The Russian whispered to Spock. "Ms. Eprouve was right."

The First Officer only nodded, barely paying attention. His mind was focused on his fallen friend. The half-Vulcan quickly realized that Doctor McCoy and his patients were missing, causing him even greater concern. Spock intended to question the Klingons—he knew what they were as they had begun speaking to each other in their language—however, he was not able to, since whatever they had been talking about must have been a plan, and the three imposters wasted no time in attacking the Federation officers.

Lepahc had thrown herself into one of the security personnel, beating him senseless with her bare hands as Reltseok pulled his dagger from Kirk's limp body. The Starfleet officers rapidly set their phasers to the stun setting, but the Klingons were purposely using random, unpredictable movements so as not to be hit. A'rakih jabbed his agonizer into another one of the redshirts, who let out a booming cry then collapsed immediately. Chekov got a little frightened at that point—he had been hit by an agonizer before and never wanted to repeat the experience. The three remaining security helped to pull Lepahc off of the other officer, and then one of them managed to knock her unconscious with their phaser.

Reltseok roared with fury, throwing his knife straight at Spock, who was busy trying to think of a way to save the Captain and McCoy. Chekov managed to push the First Officer out of the way in time to avoid a fatal blow, but the dagger still managed to stab into the Vulcan's arm. Spock backed up into a wall while he gently took out the knife, trying not to show that he was in pain.

"Mr. Spock!" Pavel breathed, swiftly sliding toward the First Officer and helping him to remain standing. A'rakih laughed when he saw the green stain on the Science Officer's sleeve, only to be cut off by the Ensign firing his phaser at him. It was tough for Chekov to do, since the Klingon was disguised as Sulu, but he was able to remind himself that it was not really the helmsman. With A'rakih and Lepahc both unconscious, the only intruder left was Reltseok, who was standing tall, ready to take on the Russian and three remaining security officers.

The Klingon launched himself onto a redshirt in the same fashion that Lepahc had attempted, starting to beat the security officer senseless until Chekov was able to stun him. Reltseok tottered, then fell to the ground in a slump. The Navigator gave a small, proud smirk. Not only was he conscious for the whole battle, but he had managed to knock out two of the intruders and save the First Officer from certain death. Definitely something to write home about. Spock raised an eyebrow, staring at the fallen Klingons.

"Well done, Mr. Chekov," The Vulcan said. "Now, security…escort our guests to the holding cell, and send a team of medical officers to sickbay, please." Spock was already walking toward his Captain. The three officers acknowledged and quickly left with the Klingons, one intruder per security officer. First Officer Spock kneeled down beside Kirk, gently picking him up and pacing him onto one of the beds. Kirk grimaced from pain in his sleep, and Spock noticed how pale he was. The Captain had already lost a lot of blood and had a thin film of sweat all over him, breathing weakly due to what Spock assumed were cracked ribs.

"Mr. Spock," Chekov began, watching in controlled horror but focusing his mind at the more important problems at hand. "Should I organize a search group to find Doctor McCoy, Mr. Sulu, Ms. Chapel, and the others?"

Spock stayed silent for a few moments, thinking of what to do, then he shook his head. "No, I think it would be most logical if I did it," The First Officer said, swallowing hard. "You should take care of Captain Kirk and the other injured officers…and I believe Ms. Eprouve is most likely in need of assistance as well."

Chekov nodded, looking to one of the security guards sprawled on the floor. "Aye, sir." The Russian murmured with a sad smile. The Vulcan swiftly turned and left for the bridge, leaving Chekov alone with two unconscious crewmen and one Captain that was bleeding to death. For a minute or two, Pavel just blinked, not sure what to do first under the pressure.


"Mr. Spock! Oh, no, where's Mr. Chekov and Captain Kirk?" Uhura said, her eyes widening as the First Officer returned solo. "Please don't tell me—" The Lieutenant gasped as she stood up. "Spock, you're hurt! What's happened?"

"Mr. Chekov is alright, Lieutenant." Spock replied. "The Captain is badly hurt, but if he is helped quickly he should be fine. I fear Ms. Eprouve was correct, the three officers we believed to be ill are Klingon intruders. We have them in custody, however a search team must be organized to find Doctor McCoy and the real Sulu, Chapel, and Koestler—" It seemed that the Vulcan was the only member of the crew who actually knew the transporter officer's name; Uhura looked confused for a moment but then realized who Spock was talking about.

"Yes, sir, I'll put together a search party right away—you should sit down, Spock, your arm—"

Spock ignored Nyota, turning to the third-in-command Scotsman. "Have there been any more problems, Mr. Scott?" The Vulcan asked the terror-stricken engineer.

"I—negative, sir. Forgive me, but did you say the three officers are Klingon intruders?" Scotty said as he rose from the Captain's chair so Spock could sit. The first officer nodded, his mouth dry and cottony, the wound on his arm festering an ungodly lime color. His head reeled and it took all of his restraint to keep from showing his pain.

"Yes. It would be logical to assume that they boarded the Enterprise before or while we were orbiting Vulcan." Spock said, taking his place in the Captain's chair. "Ms. Uhura—"

"Everyone is ready, Mr. Spock." The Communications officer assured before the Vulcan could finish his question. "I have twenty officers trying to find Dr. McCoy and the others, and Mr. Scott will join them; there's no need to worry."

For once Spock did not pull his usual 'Worry is a human emotion' line. He simply nodded and leaned back slightly, closing his eyes in pain. Scott drew a short breath in alarm. "Are you alright, sir? Do ye want me to take ye down to sickbay, perhaps?" Scotty asked quietly.

"No thank you, Mr. Scott," Spock replied. "I'm needed here on the bridge, and our missing crew members are out top priority at the moment."

Worry was a human emotion. Spock knew this, and had grown to follow the rules of controlling any and all emotions that crept their way into his mind. Yet still as the Vulcan considered what may have become of Sulu, of Christine and Koestler, of the injured officers, and of his friend—Doctor Leonard McCoy…

Well, worry seemed like an appropriate and logical feeling for the moment.