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"So kind of you to save us sir," Kirk quipped with a grin as the rescuers-turned-rescued filed out into the hallway, Spock and Sam already checking for Romulan guards. Misaki looked unspeakably relieved to see, well, active Starfleet officers. She thought her admiral a miracle worker (and she was right on that count), but she'd always met these captains when they were getting dressed down for bar fights. Now that she was in Romulan territory, bar fights seemed far more valuable than she had originally thought.

Pike on the other hand raised a skeptical eyebrow, not nearly as impressed. "And just what do you jokers think you're up to?"

The two captains had the good grace to look abashed. "We're rescuing you, sir?" Dean volunteered. Sam's snort was audible, as was his yelp when Dean ground a heel into his brother's boot.

"Uh huh," Pike commented noncommittally. "Rescuing me. Well then. Carry on." He waved a hand. Kirk and Dean took point as they moved through the complex, soon spotting the locker where their equipment had been confiscated.

"Doesn't this feel like the Romulans are slacking?" Dean whispered to his fellow captain, glancing back. Pike was in the centre of the huddle, Misaki looking much better with Sam hovering at her shoulder.

"Or they've got bigger fish to fry. Maybe they've been recalled to attack Earth, which is not a comforting thought," Kirk suggested, handing out communicators. "Scotty?"

"Aye capt'n?"

"Beam us up, we've got everyone." The Enterprise's transportation room was a welcome sight, but just as Kirk stepped off the pad, sirens began to whoop.

"Captain Kirk to the bridge, Captain Kirk to the bridge!" Uhura demanded over the comm. "We have hostiles preparing to fire, I repeat, we have hostiles locking on!"

"I knew it!" Kirk hissed and hit the floor at a dead run. The Enterprise shuddered under a barrage just as Kirk burst onto the bridge. "Evasive action Mr. Sulu, we don't have to engage them. We need to be back at Starfleet Command as soon as possible."

The ship wheeled about in some very fancy piloting maneuvers as the Romulan war birds tripped over their toes just enough for Chekov to hit them with phasers, the Russian sneering slightly at the discombobulated Romulan piloting. "Amateurs," Sulu added in disdain.

"Go to maximum warp!" Kirk ordered and the Enterprise was gone, swallowed in space.

"Okay, we have a bit of time before the border," Kirk said, looking around the ready room table. Pike looked calm as ever, Misaki said she was absolutely in on this conversation no matter what despite her wide, terrified eyes and the rest of the crew members were just whetting their appetite for action.

"Sir, what do you know?"

Pike leaned forward. "The Romulan conservative faction is planning to attack the Romulan/Federation peace summit."

Dean shook his head and Sam spoke up. "They won't need to. There won't be a summit. Someone used the Impala to assassinate the Romulan ambassador. We didn't help matters by, um, retreating from the scene of the crime."

"What?" Pike blinked. "That's not right. That's not what Kerlyn had planned."

Confusion reigned freely for a minute as people voiced opinions and theories. "Okay, everybody shut up!" Dean said loudly. "The opinions are appreciated but starting to veer into ridiculous territory. Let Spock, Sam and Bobby think for a minute."

"Bobby?" Kirk asked in confusion.

"Our secret tactical strategy weapon. Shush."

"Oh."

The three heads met over a PADD, brows furrowed and voices mumbled for a good five minutes. When they resurfaced, all three looked grim.

"Okay. We think we have an idea of what's going on," Sam said slowly, still turning over the conclusion in his head. "First things first – the Romulans must really want peace. The summit is ongoing as long as Captain Winchester is turned over to the Romulans as soon as he is captured. Secondly, events make sense if you consider this – what if Commander Vern wants a bigger piece of the pie? If he can throw the Federation into confusion in a shorter period of time than Kerlyn, he'll look better than the commandant. However," Sam brought up a whole file of vids. "He rushed it and made a mistake he may not know about. When I realized things were going covert, I started real-time streaming vids to Admiral Cartwright."

"WHAT?" almost everyone at the table roared.

"Sammy, you gave him evidence that we were breaking regulation? What the hell for?"

Sam laughed sheepishly. "The recordings are Ash-encrypted, don't worry. Starfleet won't crack them open for a week. And as for my reasons, well, everyone knows Cartwright doesn't like us. But like Chandra, he's scrupulously honest. We may not like the decisions he makes, we may not like him. But the man prides himself on never telling a lie and ensuring his computers are held to the same standard. Everyone knows that. So if we can prove to the Romulans that no members of the Impala were on the bridge of said ship, we can also prove that it may not have been Starfleet officers, especially if the evidence comes from Cartwright."

"But that still doesn't clear Starfleet," Kirk interjected.

"I know," Sam said helplessly. "And I think Kerlyn will continue through with the original summit assassination as planned because it is possible that Starfleet may find a way to wriggle out of the Romulan assassination if given enough time. Which brings us to our third major point. It's pretty much a given that the Romulan spy within Starfleet isn't actually Romulan. He'll have kept evidence of all dealings with the rebel Romulans just to make sure they don't assassinate him. If we find him and his files, we'll have averted war. Admiral Pike, did you happen across any evidence of the spy?"

Pike shrugged and downloaded the information from his chair into the Enterprise's computer. "Have at it," he said expansively. Spock immediately began processing the data.

Ten minutes later, he looked up with a faint gleam of predatory satisfaction in his dark eyes.

"I have the spy, sir."

Skipping through the border had indeed been trickier than getting in but Bobby and Scotty had worked some engineering magic and the ship screamed through the last terrifying run at warp 9.

Thankfully, the Romulans didn't bother to try and follow the Enterprise. Instead, they were almost immediately hailed by Starfleet. "And that would be why," Kirk muttered. "The Romulans want us hauled back to Earth in disgrace. Then they'll demand our asses and threaten war if they don't get us."

"Sir?" Uhura asked.

"Patch it through," Kirk ordered.

"Enterprise, prepare to be boarded." A dark-skinned, twenty-something young man with hard eyes, strangely friendly smile and a fine gray pinstriped suit demanded, immediately putting Kirk's back up.

"Son of a bitch," Dean swore from his off-screen 'hiding' spot on the bridge. The rest of the Impala crew had made themselves scarce. "Gordon Walker."

Kirk's curiosity was piqued. Dean had spoken of Walker – he was Starfleet intelligence and Dean apparently mixed with Walker like oil and water. Dean couldn't exactly say why he disliked the man, saying Walker just felt like a rabid dog.

Honestly, judging from the wolfish smile spread across Walker's face, the comparison was really quite apt. The intelligence officer calmly reiterated "Enterprise, prepare to be boarded."

"What can the Enterprise do for the Potemkin?" Kirk asked politely, coming around to the front of the bridge, noting that Spock joined him. He ignored Walker's demand. "I believe you're Intelligence Officer Walker. Captain Poole, it's a pleasure to see you again."

"You're harbouring fugitives. Close to being a fugitive yourself, Kirk," Walker said over Captain Poole's cordial greeting. Judging from the sour look on Poole's face, he'd been ordered to help Walker and wasn't at all happy about it.

Kirk shrugged. "I don't know about that. Uhura, could you please ask Admiral Pike to come to the bridge?" Walker scoffed at the gesture.

"You think because you managed to successfully fulfil your self-imposed orders that I'm just going to let you go?"

"He's really pissing me off," Kirk muttered to Spock.

"Agreed."

"Actually, Intelligence Officer Walker, you hold no direct jurisdiction over me, nor will any sort of special order from the Admiralty give you such power. I can leave right now and you have no legal grounds to detain me or my ship. Captain Poole, on the other hand, may feel free to transmit his warrant over to the Enterprise. If such a document exists, I'll gladly surrender my ship. Until then, I'll just hang onto her and let my superiors deal with me." Kirk crossed his arms over his chest and waited for that little photon torpedo to hit.

Walker flushed a dusky red and the smile slid off his face. "You're right, I don't have such jurisdiction. However, I was given a carte blanche to utilize the Potemkin and her crew as I see fit. I can and will order Captain Poole to open fire on you and wait for my superiors to deal with me. You have five minutes."

The transmission ended. "Well, that was rude. Wants to pick a fight with the Enterprise, what is he, stupid?" McCoy growled from the rail. "Damn IO, I hate them."

"Yep. That's the long and short of it. Looks like we'll have to engage. Poole's a good guy but he will follow orders in every sense of the word. Scotty?"

"Aye capt'n?"

"You got the little shuttle-that-could up and running?"

"Aye, that I do."

"Winchester, take the shuttle, Pike and your people. The thing's capable of warp 9 and has shields that give the Impala's a run for her money. We'll stall Walker long enough for you to get out of here. Then we'll go pick up the spy."

"Sounds good to me. Ship-wide communication – all Impala crew, shuttle bay and if you're late, I'm leaving without you!" Dean vanished into the elevator, Sam on his heels.

"Good luck! Don't get caught, I don't want to have to make another rescue run to Remus!" Kirk turned back to the screen. "Now, to business. How can I best piss off this jackass?"

Little Shuttle-that-Could

"This is the shuttle-that-could?" Dean demanded. "It looks like a pile of junk!"

"Capt'n!" Scotty scolded. "She's a fine wee lassie, tough as Klingon leather and just as pretty. She'll get ye where you're going and best of all, no Starfleet officer will look twice."

Dean eyed the shuttle with no small trepidation when Scotty kicked the door open when it stuck irritably halfway. "If you say so."

"Ah do!"

Bobby smacked his captain on the way by. "Double major in engineering, my ass. You're a pilot through and through, seein' only rust an' such. Get in the shuttle and stop talking smack."

"One of these days I'm going to address the insubordination issues within my crew," Dean muttered mutinously.

"Sure you are," Sam soothed absentmindedly and automatically, running scans already. Dean stared in irritation at the back of his brother's head for a minute and then flopped into the bench that looked the most like his captain's chair (it wasn't the same at all).

Castiel familiarized himself with controls, happy to finally be out of the Enterprise's engineering section. To Scott's credit, the engine of the little shuttle hummed with the steady, melodious tune of a happy, fat bumblebee.

Jo strapped herself in beside Misaki, chattering away so the secretary didn't have time to be nervous. Ellen sat down on the other side, still immersed in her advanced xeno-genome paper.

"You're clear for lift off," Scotty called over the intercom. "Shuttle bay doors opening. Best go like a bat outta hell Cas or the Potemkin, she'll get a shot or two off."

"Understood."

"Remind'em why ye're Impala crew, aye?"

Dean grinned. "Damn straight."

Enterprise

The little shuttle-that-could shot out of the shuttle bay at insane speeds, flashing to warp before anyone but Sulu could blink. "Hot damn Castiel is good," Kirk commented admiringly. "They're clear. Hail the Potemkin."

Walker seemed to be fuming. "Who the hell was that?" he demanded.

"Oh, Admiral Pike felt like leaving early. He's not facing charges, is he?" Kirk's smile was seraphic on the surface, malicious glee lurking beneath.

"Who was with him?"

Kirk's smile grew wider. "Admiral Pike's entourage is none of your concern, Intelligence Officer, especially over a mid-security channel. Now, are we going to dance? 'Cause I'm pretty sure my ship's busier than yours and we've got places to be."

Walker glared. "Captain Poole, prepare to open fire on the Enterprise." Kirk raised an eyebrow at the captain, who looked torn.

"Chekov, raise shields. Crew stand by for aggressive action," Kirk said calmly, still watching Captain Poole. "Poole, you and I both know that this isn't going to end well for either ship. I've got a spy to sniff out back on Earth and a conspiracy theory to thwart. You also know me – I'm always acting in Starfleet's best interests. And my ship has yet to lose a confrontation. I'd rather not put holes in the Potemkin."

Poole's face was expressionless by now. "I have my orders, Kirk."

"No, Walker has his orders. Last I checked the only person who could directly order a Starfleet captain around was an Admiral."

Poole shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"So am I." Kirk sighed and sat down in his chair. "Sulu, bring us about." The Enterprise heeled around beautifully, weapons spattering off the Potemkin's shields. "Scotty, I don't have time for this fight. Give me something to neutralize the Potemkin now!"

"Aye, capt'n!"

"Sir," Uhura interrupted abruptly.

"Yes, Uhura?"

"I think I can disable her."

Astonishment swept through the bridge. "Have at it?" Kirk said quizzically.

Nodding sharply, she swept fingers across her console and soon the most god-awful screech rang out from her station. Ignoring the sound as she did the battle around her, Uhura continued to cross crystals and spark wires until the Enterprise shuddered under her touch, engines skipping, screens flickering and Scotty swore over the comm.

But they were in better shape than the Potemkin, who had ground to a complete halt, dead in the water.

"Potemkin's engines, shields and veapons inoperatiwe, keptin."

"Huh."

Uhura grinned at her captain. "It worked!"

"What exactly did you do? Wait, not yet. First – Sulu, get us out of here."

"Sir, we're being hailed by the Potemkin. Walker is demanding our surrender and that we restore function to the Potemkin."

When Kirk stared incredulously at her, she shrugged and offered an opinion. "He's an idiot? He's IO?"

"Or he just never had a brain to begin with. Send Captain Poole my regards and apologies. Sulu, warp 8. We have a spy to catch."

When the Enterprise was safely away, everyone turned to their pretty communications officer. "Uhura?" Kirk asked. "The floor is yours."

"Potemkin's an older ship sir. Her electronics aren't as shielded as ours. It was a bit of a gamble, but I thought a strong enough electro-magnetic pulse would temporarily disrupt her internal systems, provided of course I could find a wavelength capable of passing through her shields. Obviously, I succeeded."

Everyone else on the ship was sharp enough to fill in the blanks. If Uhura hadn't been absolutely dead on with her little experiment, the Enterprise's own shields would have been fried her like a sunny-side-up egg. "How sure were you that the Enterprise wasn't going to be toasted?" Kirk asked, half afraid of the answer.

Uhura shrugged. "About fifty-fifty. Next time it might not work. Of course as long as none of you spill those statistics to the rest of the world, we won't have to actually use the tactic – it'll be an effective bluff. And that Gordon Walker character was responsible for the Potemkin. I imagine she'll be in space dock for a month or so and he'll be dressed down handsomely for allowing lil' ol' me to fritz an entire Constitution-class starship. It's not like patching a hole. They'll have to refit the entire ship's electronics from the ground up. Oh yes, he'll be in trouble."

She smiled angelically.

The men on the bridge shivered.

Women were scary.

Little Shuttle-that-Could

"All right. When we get there, we're going to split up. Jo, you're with Admiral Pike. Protecting him is your first priority. No Romulans get near him. And – "

"Captain!" Ash almost shouted. "It's the Impala!"

Every eye searched the view screen for their beloved ship.

Sure enough, she was clipping along at a decent rate, warp 5 according to the computer. "Son of a bitch," Dean swore. "Change of plans. I was just going to hijack whatever ship was available at the summit. This is better – we can arrive safely and we know the Impala like the back of our hands. Prepare to take our ship back."

"Sir, they're powering up weapons and preparing to fire on us!" Castiel reported before anyone could move and Dean scowled.

"That's odd," Pike chipped in. "They're supposed to determine our identity before firing and we're broadcasting Starfleet colours."

"Unless," Sam said slowly. "Unless it's not Starfleet officers flying her."

Several figures stiffened when they realized the implications suggested.

"Sam, are you trying to tell me that Romulans are flying my ship?"

Sam shrugged unhappily as Dean clenched his jaw.

"Oh hell no. Hang in there, sweetheart! We're coming to rescue you!"