NOTE: This chapter may contain spoilers for Star Trek: Into Darkness.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of The Enterprise family, they belong to the lovely writers

Star Date- 25/07/2262

This bloody ship is going to drive me insane. I swear if I have to deal with one more complaint about an 'untruthful Captain's log' from that good for nothing Vulcan I am going to throw him through a wall. Glancing at my watch I sigh and run a hand through my hair, it's well past midnight. After that invasion from Khan the entire Star Fleet has been on red-alert. Security guards standing at the entrance of the shuttles, dead-locks being constructed into the ship's control panel, the list goes on. I lean back in The Chair and close my eyes; this is going to be a long trip. Standing up from my slouched position I wander down to the base of the Bridge, staring out through the glass into the universe warping past us.

"Captain, I was told you had retired." A stark and logical voice startles me from my thoughts. I turn to see the Vulcan himself walking towards me. Sighing I turn back to the window,

"No I'm taking Sulu's night shift. He's unwell." I see Spock nod in understanding out of the corner of my eye. "…has he woken yet?" I keep my voice low. This isn't something I need anyone overhearing, let alone the nosy bastards I keep for a crew.

"Negative Captain, the prisoner still sleeps. Doctor McCoy stated that he will awake within the next hour. It is best that you are present at that time." My body tenses at that. Nobody ever mentioned I had to go near the guy, let alone talk to him. I keep my eyes on the window and nod. But Spock notices the tightness of my movements. Bloody observant Vulcan he is. "You are uncomfortable with the idea of conversing with this man Captain." It wasn't a question. Spock had obviously noticed the way I avoided the subject of the soon to be awake 'crew member.'

"Yeah Spock. I am. I'm uncomfortable with the idea of having a murderous psychopath on my ship! You remember what happened last time one of those bastards was let loose." Spock's face remained impassive as I stalked back up to The Chair, flinging myself down and fiddling with the controls. I cast my eyes down as my First Officer walked around The Chair and took his seat at the back of the Bridge.

"You cannot hide from him forever Jim; you are the Captain of this ship. Moreover, we do not even know if this man will have the same psychotic attitude as Khan did. But it is your duty as Captain to determine if this is true. With great power, comes great responsibility." The sincerity of Spock's voice alarmed me. Turning The Chair around I face him. Expecting for him to continue but when he doesn't, I know he's waiting for me to say something. But what? What does he expect me to say? I'm about to make some snarky comment about Spock's metaphoric comment when Bones' voice crackles through the intercom.

"He's awake. And he's not happy. Jim get your arse down here." Oh great. He's awake. I take a deep breath and push myself out of The Chair, before pulling out my communicator.

"Chekov? Do you mind coming up to the Bridge and keeping an eye on things? Spock and I have to deal with our visitor." It doesn't dawn on me that he may be asleep until a tired Russian accent answers my enquiry.

"Aye Keptin, I vill be up in two minutes" Clicking the communicator shut. I walk towards the elevator, budging over slightly to allow Spock to join me. He catches my eye as he turns to face the elevator doors and I can see him trying to decipher what I'm thinking. Well I'm not going to give him that satisfaction. Staring straight ahead I hold my head high as the elevator descends to the medic bay. As the doors glide open I notice Bones filling out a patient form outside a drawn curtain.

"You notified us of the patient's consciousness Doctor?" Spock follows me towards the curtain and leans over to read Bones scribbles. Shuffling around the two 'blue shirts' I glance towards the curtain, waiting for any sign of movement that might mean the guy will attack, but nothing happens. All I can see is a figure lying on a bed, chest moving slowly up and down as he breathes. I can feel my crew mates watching me, and I know I have to do something, ANYTHING. So I step towards the curtain, pausing with my hand on the material before ripping it back harshly. The sight that greets me almost shocks me into silence. Almost.
"Who is he?" My voice catches and I clear my throat before continuing gruffly "Is he safe?"

"He should be alright, but I'd keep your distance just in case." Bones' voice is quiet, as if not to wake the person on the bed. Bit late for that. The patient sits up, and we all take an involuntary step back.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes, and who the HELL are you?"

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