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Dean, Sam and Ash

The trouble with being a star ship captain pretending to be a spy, Dean decided, was that when you were caught, the Intelligence Office tended to treat you like a double traitor, if that made sense. IO disliked regular Starfleet in general and flashy heroic captains in particular. Especially flashy heroic captains 'making light' of IO's deadly, deadly serious lifestyle (okay, so Dean made a point of pissing them all off. Sue him – they were overzealous pompous idiots who needed a dose of reality).

And yes, the Impala team had gotten caught. According to the rather smug IO in charge of their 'case,' they'd just installed displacement sensors in the floor in the event of a situation such as this. Yes, Sammy was beating himself up over this.

No, they weren't going to get out of a court martial, especially now that they knew who the traitor really was. And the traitor would make sure to bury them. Literally and figuratively.

Dean sighed melodramatically just to get an irritated bitchface out of Sam, who had been stripped of all his gadgets and was still glaring at the overly curious rookie who had broken Sam's favourite doohickey.

And that was when the overly curious rookie, standing rigidly at attention and trying not to fidget under Sam's intense laser eyes suddenly sighed and fell over.

Gabriel sauntered into sight. "Come on, no time to lose," he began cheerfully and despite his words, he didn't seem to be in any hurry. Punching a code into the pad, he let the three wannabes out of their cell. "Did a good job for amateurs," Gabriel commented, "but you forgot to account for upgrades. Granted, you didn't have much time, few tools and absolutely no plan so I guess I can't fault you – ouch, what was that for?"

He rubbed his head gingerly as Dean rolled past. "You weren't saying anything worth listening to. Shut up."

Okay, so not quite forgiven for the Cas thing just yet. But on the bright side, he seemed to be making progress.

"What's our next move?" Sam asked.

Dean scowled and stared at the wall. "I don't know. I think we need Pike."

Gabriel threw up his hands. "Great. Christopher Pike. The straight-shooting type. Hero, definitely and that's why you lot like him but he's still not anything approaching subtle."

That got him three very nasty looks and Gabriel decided to shut up until they had totally painted themselves into a corner.

Then he could save the day without them tearing his ears off.

Enterprise

Uhura couldn't shake the feeling that they were being hunted on their own ship. Walker and Starc were missing, Gain was seated up on the bridge wearing a gas mask and Sulu was still passed out in the ventilation shafts. Not to mention that the captain and first officer were still out of commission and the CMO was (thankfully) gassed as well.

Scotty and Chekov decided to follow Sulu's route and the skinny Russian weaseled his way through the shafts, dragging Sulu back out to the main vent for Scotty to revive before heading back in to get McCoy.

Dropping into the ready room, Chekov eyed the doctor's prone form. Dr. McCoy may not have been built like Captain Kirk or Spock but he was still bigger than Chekov and decently muscled. He was going to be dead weight.

Good thing Chekov was a mathematics genius. Locking the door so Gain couldn't interrupt them, Chekov surveyed the room. It was the work of a minute to creatively apply chairs and the table to build an optimum angle. Then a few of the captain's many spare shirts (kept in the desk just in case – the captain lost his shirt a lot) were tied into a harness, a sleeve rope trailing up into the shaft.

And then it was a rather simple albeit physically tiring task to pull the doctor up into the shaft and drag him down about twenty feet. Chekov returned to the room, straightened things out, put the chairs and table back properly and clambered up into the shaft, closing the grating behind him.

Then he sat down for a breather and patted himself on the back.

Dr. McCoy was laid out on a blanket in the security office as Uhura checked him over, a worried Chekov hovering in the doorway. Sulu had woken up and given both Scotty and Chekov an earful before heading off with Scotty to liberate Cupcake and a few other essential people from the hold.

"It looks like they just beat him up," Uhura finally concluded. She patted the doctor's cheek. "Dr. McCoy. Dr. McCoy. Bones."

His eyes fluttered a minute later and he squinted up at her. "Uhura darlin'," he drawled fuzzily, "why do you have two heads?"

Uhura sat back on her heels in relief. Concussed, certainly and more than a little banged up but still McCoy. "Dr. McCoy, I need you to take a look at Captain Kirk and Commander Spock."

Woozily, the doctor hauled himself to a sitting position as Chekov provided a first aid kit he'd picked up from the infirmary on their way by. "What have those idiots done now?"

Uhura had taken advanced first aid, so Chekov covered the door while she helped Dr. McCoy patch himself up and then get into the cell area. Punching in the pass code Chekov had assure Sulu no one could break except possibly Chekov himself and maybe Ash, Uhura swung the door open to find Captain Kirk watching them warily, like a feral tiger.

Then he brightened, recognition dawning. "Uhura?"

She grinned. "We staged an escape and I'd say we're about halfway there. We got Dr. McCoy back too." Kirk sagged in relief, raising a hand to his ribs and wincing.

"Good job. Excellent job."

McCoy limped in, fully immersed in doctor mode. To Uhura's relief, McCoy still had the presence of mind to treat both the captain and first officer properly, if slower than usual. And they ignored his shaking hands after Kirk opened his mouth and McCoy sent him a scorching glare.

Uhura was just getting hopeful when the ship shuddered under a direct hit, sparks flying, smoke filling the air and then there was the horrible, overwhelming sound of atmosphere racing out into hard vacuum.

"Shit, no shields," Kirk cursed and shot to his feet somewhat unsteadily. "Uhura, help McCoy. Both of you follow me to the bridge. Spock," who was looking much better, if still pale, "get to engineering. I imagine Scotty and Chekov did a number on the ship, we need her running again. Mr. Chekov, go with Spock. Move."

Everyone scrambled, scattering to their positions. Uhura found herself running after both the doctor and captain, wondering how they could still move like that. Somewhere along the mad dash, the captain had picked up a phaser so when they burst onto the bridge, the first thing Dr. Gain did was drop like a rock, unconscious. "Uhura, lock her in the ready room. Bones, take pilot for now. Scotty!"

"Capt'n!" The engineer sounded unabashedly happy to hear his captain.

"Scotty, fix my ship and fix it yesterday!"

"Aye, aye!"

"Cupcake!"

"Here sir."

"Contain this situation now."

The captain was back and in fine form. In no time at all, the bridge was humming with repairs and energy. As soon as the sensor arrays were up, Spock tried to determine their location.

The main bridge screen snapped to life and everyone swivelled to stare curiously.

It was a good thing the captain was back because they were completely surrounded by a large number of antiquated but still deadly ships, all aiming directly at the Enterprise.

"Shields!"

Admiral Pike's office

Pike was returning to his private office, muddling over the currently insane state of affairs when he heard a soft thump in the office. He paused, leant on his cane and listened.

"Dean, get out of that chair! We need him in a good mood!"

"Aww come on Sammy, it's an admiral's chair! Don't tell me you don't wanna try it."

Pike rolled his eyes. Of course they didn't stay on the Impala. Of course they were waiting in his office. And of course they needed his help.

"Feet off the damn desk, Dean. Now."

There were days when he thought he should have just taken over his father's lobster farm.

A second, louder thump interrupted his train of thought.

"Ow, the fuck, Sam?"

"I said out of the chair."

Someone sighed, a long, drawn-out expression of exasperation. "Do you need a timeout?"

"Shut up Gabriel."

Ooh, duality there. Definitely siblings. Pike figured it was time to interrupt before they blew up his office. Or committed homicide in it.

He pushed the door open just in time to see Dean bounce up off the floor and crack his knuckles. "Captain Winchester?" Pike asked mildly and watched in satisfaction as the wayward Winchester froze, deflated and then snapped to attention. "Would you care to explain why IO is squawking about traitors and jail breaks?" Pike demanded, scanning the room. SIO Gabriel, Sam, Dean and Ash, all looking rather sheepish. This was either going to end very well or it was going to explode in Pike's face.

And no, Pike wasn't going to put credits down on either conclusion.

Enterprise

"Where are we, Spock?"

Spock prodded his console. Twice. Which equated to sheer bewilderment on his part. "Captain, we are orbiting Delta 5-B."

"What, the planet that was hit by the bugs the first time?"

"Indeed."

Kirk scratched his head. "This doesn't look like a devastated planet." Oh sure, it was still a little brown-looking, definitely not as lush as it should have been but his memory was pretty good and Delta 5-B definitely did not have an armada of this size when they'd visited a few days ago. "And they're all aiming at us."

"That is correct, Captain."

"Great. Scotty?"

"Captain, I'm afraid I overdid it a wee bit. We're nae going to get impulse or warp back for another twenty minutes!"

Kirk stared out at the armada before him. "I want four security officers to escort Dr. Gain up to the bridge." Silence fell over the assembled crew. Bones and Spock were stone-faced, Uhura livid with rage, Sulu and Chekov sitting stiff as pokers in their command chairs. Kirk shifted wearily in his chair, feeling complaining ribs and bumps all over his body. He hated waiting. And he was very tired right now. He could feel his temper, his self-control fraying.

The doctor was firmly and politely but not kindly escorted onto the bridge and she immediately fixed on the screen in front of her. "Well, well, well. Isn't this interesting? If you don't let me contact my people, you're all going to end up very, very dead. Which would be a shame. I was enjoying my encounters with the great heroes of Starfleet. Isn't that right, Commander Spock?"

"Captain, I believe the prisoner is labouring under the delusion that she was brought up here because she has something we need." Spock's voice was as even, emotionless and smooth as ever. Kirk idly wondered how he did it and then stepped up to bat.

"It seems that you're correct as usual, Mr. Spock. Let's find out how important this prisoner is to our opponents. Will they hold off because we have her or will they sacrifice her? Maybe she's not worth anything at all." She flinched and Kirk pounced. "Forgotten already. I guess we'll have to bring up Starc."

Gain's eyes flashed venomous green, bright and angry. "I'm worth much more than that Neanderthal ape!"

Kirk swivelled lazily to face Uhura. "Hail our friends out there and ask them."

Admiral Pike's office

Pike rubbed his forehead tiredly. What a mess. "I think IO needs an oversight committee," he muttered with resolve. Gabriel looked indignant, ready to protest but quailed under Pike's gimlet eye. "Over half of my headaches this past year have come from IO – either it's evidence of corruption or bungled ops that my people have to clean up."

Gabriel couldn't say anything to that.

"Right. So you're sure this identity is correct?"

Ash made a strangled cat noise. "Yes, we're sure. Ash was very determined and very thorough," Sam supplied for the indignant navigator. Pike made a discreet hand movement, signalling that despite his best efforts, the office wasn't as secure as he would like. Sam cut off the ramble about how they took evidence with them and had only been caught when they tried to extricate themselves from the mainframe.

"Head back to the Impala," Pike said slowly. "Wait there. Keep your heads down and your ears open. We may have trouble coming our way. This individual wants to profit from conflict and right now Starfleet's not expecting any. I want you ready to mobilize in an instant. Gabriel, you're with me. Don't get caught because I won't be able to do jack about it."

Impala

Getting back on board the Impala was a far trickier proposition than getting off. It involved back tracking and then crawling back up the stinking shaft without making too much noise or being seen. More than once, all three officers wished they were the size of Jo as they darted between shadows and then stared up the narrow chute.

"I hate this," Dean scowled. "Why does it have to be disguised as a garbage chute? Those were outdated in the 22nd century, man!"

Sam grunted as he tried to scoot along as fast as possible. "Because garbage chute sounds better than laundry chute. And the day Bobby put it in, you were being an ass."

"Oh yeah," Dean laughed, remembering yanking Bobby's chain until the engineer had threatened to take a durasteel sander to Dean's hair.

"Yeah," Sam growled, flicking a piece of rotten banana peel into Dean's face. He was pretty sure the food refuse smeared all around the chute was Bobby's revenge and had to wonder why the revenge had to include Sam.

He hauled himself out the top of the shaft and bumped into one of his alpha shift minions. "Sam!" the excitable Shari burbled happily. "We got rid of all the security guys and then we set up a whole bunch of interesting experiments down the Impala's boarding ramp but after the first three squads couldn't make it two feet up the ramp, they quit." She frowned briefly, as if she found it mildly distressing that the security squads didn't want to play the fun game. "But it's okay now because Cas and Bobby got rid of the gas problem and locked up the ship and now Cas is up on the bridge brooding 'cause he's in charge all alone and doesn't like it – " Sam held up a hand.

"Whoa." He processed everything that had just been spewed at him machine-gun style. "Okay. Bobby got rid of the gas. Castiel is still in charge. And there are no intruders on the ship."

Shari stared at him like he was slow. "That's what I just said."

Dean popped out of the chute, followed by Ash, who recoiled from the overly sunny punk scientist with a twelve inch bubble-gum pink mohawk. Shari grinned toothily at Ash and wiggled her fingers in greeting. Sam was pretty sure Shari didn't actually want to nab Ash as a significant other, but she definitely liked riling him up with interesting suggestions.

"Shari," Sam cut her off before she could begin, "I want you to grab the rest of alpha shift and cover all entry points on the ship. Nothing lethal but we don't need outsiders on the ship, not when things could get squirrelly." Shari snapped to a salute, multiple earrings jangling before she darted off, her 'accidentally-artistically' stained lab coat flapping behind her.

"Sam. You need to tell them that lab coats are regulation white," Dean said for the umpteenth time.

Sam shrugged. They'd had this conversation before, they'd have it again. He re-issued lab coats when they started 'accidentally' staining their nicknames and lewd jokes into the fabric.

Enterprise

As it turned out, Gain was as important to these Corelians and while the ships hadn't backed off, they did power down weapons, especially after it became disturbingly obvious that Enterprise wasn't going anywhere or hurting anyone.

"Scotty, did you have to drop the damned chip in the acid that you churn out of that still?" Kirk demanded, nerves and patience stretching very thin.

"Apologies captain but I didnae want them arriving at their final destination if we were going to be outnumbered. I had no reason to think we weren't still proceeding at full impulse." Scotty's soothing voice showed he took no offence at the captain's short words. Everyone knew the captain was hurting and stressed.

Kirk knew it too and took a deep breath, trying to shut out his foul temper. "Right. Right. Thank you, Scotty."

"I'll have her up in short order."

"I don't doubt you will."

Uhura spun around on her stool. "Sir, I have an incoming transmission from the planet. It's a pre-recorded propaganda video, identified as such by an attached text message. They want you to see it before they release it to the Federation."

Kirk waved a hand at the screen and Uhura began playing it. The thing was well-made but borrowed heavily from the infamous WWII propaganda utilized by the Nazis. Basically, every non-human sentient life form in the Federation would be subjugated or exterminated like vile vermin and if the Federation did not recognize the sovereignty of the Corelian people, every habitable planet would suffer the fate of that second planet – eaten until it was nothing more than a lifeless rock.

Then the screen showed a countdown of six hours. "Captain Kirk, you have six minutes to surrender your vessel and return our august leader Starc to us or we start killing planets. And if you move from this location, you will have killed no less than five major trading partners who are seeking to join the Federation. Six minutes, Captain Kirk. Use them wisely."

Kirk stared at the screen for a few seconds, feeling the weight of despair. Six precious minutes to save his ship, the Federation and her allies. Talk about the weight of the world.

Then he accepted it, straightened his shoulders and faced the situation head on.

This was the Enterprise. She would never bow to injustice, nor would she see innocents killed.

Time to come up with a gambit to end this mad string of death and insanity forever.