Chekov spun around a few times in his chair, grinning gleefully.
        "It'z good to be beck, da?" He asked the bridge in general.
        Kirk smiled. "Yeah." He patted the arm of his command chair. "And they renovated my chair. It actually has back support now."
        Chekov chuckled. "Mine hes eh bunch of buttons on zhe zide now. I vonder vhat zhey do."
        "Yeah, so does mine. I'm tempted to hit one randomly."
        Sulu spun his chair around to face Kirk. "I wouldn't do that, Captain. You may accidentally self-destruct our vessel."
        Kirk's eyes widened in alarm, then saw the sly look on Sulu's face.       "Come on, Mr. Sulu, don't play games like that with me!" He pretended to be angry, with an exaggerated pout. He then looked thoughtful. "How, exactly, would you go about self-destruct?"
        Both Sulu's and Chekov's jaws dropped. Chekov was the first to speak.
        "You mean zhat you hef been a keptin for four years vithout knowing vhat the self-destruct initiation code is?!?"
        "Er, I learned it once, but I can't remember." Kirk shifted nervously.
        Sulu shook his head in disappointment. "Wow, Captain. Very professional."
        "What??? Who can remember a long string of random numbers and letters anyway?" Kirk retorted.
        "It'z only four numberz long, Keptin..." Chekov pointed out.
        "Still! I learned it four years ago! How would I remember?"
        "It's also in the annual manual that you're supposed to read each year..." Sulu accused.
        "Okay, I give up. Just tell me what the code is already."
        Sulu and Chekov looked at each other.
        "Vell, Keptin, zhe code ees different for all uf us. For exemple, I vould use zhe Ensign Initiation Code because I em an ensign. It requires zhree people to initiate it anyvay."
        "What?" Kirk's face was confused.
        "I zaid, it requires-"
        "No, not that. You're still an ensign?"
        "Da...?"
        Kirk facepalmed. "Man, I should've promoted you ages ago. What have I been doing?"
        "Oh. I alvays zhought zhat it vas just me."
        "No, it's my fault entirely. I really thought you weren't an ensign anymore." Kirk rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I guess I never signed anything about you. It's about time. What position do you want?"
        "Vhat?"
        "What position do you want?" Kirk repeated.
        "Um, vhat do you mean?"
        "It means exactly what it sounds like. I'm thinking Chief Navigator and Head of the Weapons Department. How does that sound?"
        "Are zhose real zhings?"
        "Yeah. I thought you were them already, so I guess this ship doesn't have them."
        "Oh. Vell, I guess I ken't exectly turn somezhing like zhat down. Vhen do I start?" Chekov asked Kirk, looking slightly overwhelmed and bewildered.
        "As soon as I get all of the papers signed." Kirk rubbed his eyes. "That'll be the hardest part of promoting you." He sighed. "Oh well, I better get to work. I'll be in my quarters." He turned to Spock, who was on the other side of the bridge. "Spock, you have the conn."
        "Aye, Captain." Spock replied, and took the command chair once Kirk left.
        Sulu and Chekov both turned back to their consoles.
        Suddenly, Uhura said,"Klingon ship approaching, Mr. Spock."
        "Hail them. Inform them that they are within Federation space."
        "Hailing." There was a pause. "On screen."
        The face of a Klingon filled the screen. He had a fierce expression that implied he did not come for a friendly chat.
        "Sir, you are within Federation space and therefore you are breaking the Federation-Klingon treaty. Please retreat to your own space or we will be forced to open fire." Spock told him calmly.
        "I understand that my vessel is in your territory. Where is your famed Captain Kirk? I was looking forward to a little chat with him." The Klingon grinned toothily.
        "Our captain is attending to other matters at the moment. I am Acting Captain Spock. I apologize for any disappointment I may have caused."
        The Klingon laughed heartily. "No disappointment. I can wait for him to finish those 'other matters'."
        Meanwhile, Chekov commed Kirk. "Keptin," he whispered, "zhere ees a Klingon wessel. Meester Spock is talking vith zhe keptin now. Please get down to zhe bridge soon. Zhe Klingon says he vants to speak vith you."
        "On my way, Mr. Chekov." Kirk replied.
        A minute later, Kirk stepped out of the turbolift onto the bridge. Spock stood up, allowing Kirk to take his place in the command chair. He looked up at the Klingon on the screen.
        "You wanted to speak with me, Captain..." He made the and-you-are gesture.
        "R'Volok." The Klingon bowed. "It's a great honor to finally speak with the great Captain Kirk, feared in all of Klingon territory."
        It was Kirk's turn to laugh. "Whatever did I do to make all Klingons tremble with fear in my presence?"
        R'Volok grinned again. "You destroyed the huge Romulan vessel that came from the future and killed all of the Vulcans."
        "Destroyed? Mm, I don't know, more like got it sucked into a black hole."
        "We could've become great friends in a different world, Kirk. Sadly, you won't live long enough. Fire all we have!"
        R'Volok's face disappeared, and the Klingon ship began shooting phasers and photon torpedoes at the Enterprise.
        "Shields up!" Kirk shouted.
        "I put zhem up a vhile ago, Keptin."
        "Oh. Well, fire photon torpedoes!"
        "Firing, Keptin," Chekov hit some buttons and a stream of photon torpedoes plowed into the Klingon ship, igniting on contact.
        "Good job, Mr. Chekov."
        "No problem, Keptin."
        "How did our shields fare?"
        "Shields at 79% and regenereting, Keptin."
        "Wonderful. Lieutenant Uhura, please hail the Klingon vessel. Inform them that they are outgunned."
        "Hailing, sir." R'Volok's face appeared on the screen again, a big grin stretched across his broad features.
        "What you don't know, Kirk," he said,"is that I've won." Suddenly, his face changed, but no one on the bridge managed to get a good look because all screens and lights in the room went dark. A loud exclamation went up as the bridge was plunged into almost complete darkness.
        Chekov saw, in the dim starlight, that Bones was heading into the turbolift.
        "No! Don't get in zhe turbolift!" But it was too late. Bones had already stepped inside, and the doors began to close. Chekov leaped across the room with supernatural speed and grabbed Bones's arm just as the door closed. Due to its programming, if there was a sudden power shortage, it would use solar energy to close and prevent anyone from getting in until the impulse engine kicked on. This caused, however, the door to continue closing no matter what. ((I'm making this up as I go guys don't judge XD))
The doors closed on Chekov's arm, and he let out a cry of pain as he heard the bones in his arm crunch under the pressure. Slowly, the turbolift began to fall, bringing Bones with it.
        "Mr. Chekov! Is that you?" Chekov heard Bones's muffled voice through the doors.
"D-da..." Chekov replied weakly through the excruciating pain in his arm. "D-don't let g-go... Zhe turbolift vill fall..."
        Chekov's arm was being pressed against the floor. Not only was he holding up Bones, he was also carrying the entire weight of the turbolift. He managed to get his left arm in the small gap that his right arm had made in-between the doors, allowing him to hold Bones more securely.
At that very moment, the impulse engine came on, and Chekov stumbled back as the turbolift came back up to the bridge. Tears streamed down his face as he clutched his broken arm.
        Bones rushed out of the turbolift and saw Chekov standing, holding his arm, with tears on his cheeks.
        "By God, how did you hold on?!?" Bones exclaimed as he dashed over.
        "I-I don't kn-know..." Chekov managed to say through the pain.
        "I have to set that arm. Sit," Bones ordered. Chekov complied.
        Bones gently took hold of Chekov's arm. "That looks like a pretty bad break." He wasn't kidding. The bones of Chekov's arm had punctured through his skin, causing blood to pour all over. Just looking at it made Chekov's stomach turn.
        "Eet hurts."
        "Looks it," Bones agreed. "Okay, so, first, I'm going to have to set the bones back into place. That'll be the most painful part of the fix." Chekov squeezed his eyes shut as Bones grabbed his arm. "Three, two, one..." Excruciating pain flared through Chekov's arm. He was so shocked that he didn't even scream, just let out a small strangled sound.
        It was over almost as quickly as it had started. He breathed a sigh of relief.
        "Zhanks, Bones," he said breathlessly.
        "I have to stitch this gash up. We have to get you down to Sickbay."
Chekov nodded weakly and followed Bones through the hallways and into Sickbay.
        "Sit there." Bones gestured to one of the cots. Chekov sat. He watched as Bones prepared a hypo.
        "Vhat is zhat for?"
        "It'll numb your arm. It broke in three places, and I have to set the other two places. I couldn't bring you down for the first set because it was so bad." He walked over with the hypo and injected it into Chekov's arm. Chekov winced at the burning sensation the hypo gave him. Bones smiled ruefully. "You take hypos much better than Jim. He yells at me every time."
        Chekov gave a weak smile. "Zhey aren't fun."
        "I have to agree there." Bones began cutting Chekov's sleeve off. As he did this, Chekov felt a cool numbness spread from the place where Bones injected the hypo. He began to feel slightly woozy and had lost all feeling in his arm.
        He watched calmly as Bones set his arm. Just as the second break snapped into place, Kirk walked through the door.
        "Mr. Chekov, what happened to your arm?!?" He demanded as he ran over.
        Since Chekov was too woozy to answer , it was Bones that replied.
        "It's a long story that involves a stupid decision on my behalf and a turbolift," he said gruffly.
        "Okay, that didn't really answer my question, but I get the gist." Kirk turned back towards Chekov. "Are you alright?"
        Chekov nodded drowsily. "Da..." he said. "Zhe room looks like eet ees speening , zhough..."
        "That would be a side effect of the numbing medicine I gave you." Bones explained.
        "Oh." Chekov felt a bit like Jello. He stood slowly, the room spinning around him. Suddenly, the room turned sideways, and he found himself on the floor. Bones pulled him up by the arms.
        "Back in bed with you. I still have to stitch your arm, and, besides, you're too woozy to do anything right now." Bones turned to Kirk. "What the h*** was that, anyway? A shapeshifter?"
        "I have no idea, Bones. What could cause a complete blackout? It even took a while for the impulse engine to kick on."
        "Don't ask me. I know next to nothing about engineering." Bones got to work on stitching Chekov's arm, but Chekov didn't even notice. His arm was too numb. He was having a hard time following the conversation and just started blankly at Kirk.
        "We should ask Scotty," Kirk continued. "He might know."
        "He probably does, but I doubt that whatever happened is on his list." Bones said as he tied the knot on Chekov's stitches.
        "Good point," Kirk agreed. "Still, we should discuss this with him. The others, too."
        "Which others?"
        "The usual. Me, you, Spock, Scotty, Uhura, Chekov, and Sulu."
        "Ah, so we're a group, now?"
        "Well, we've been through a lot together."
        "You can say that again." Bones chuckled. It was hard to tell if he was being grim or good-humored.
        "I'll comm them. Where should we meet?"
        "Right here," Bones said firmly. "I'm not having my patient leave this bed until he's well."
        "Okay then." Kirk walked over to the wall unit and hit a button. "Kirk to Bridge."
        "Spock here, Captain."
        "Mr. Spock, please get together Mr. Sulu, Lieutenant Uhura, and Mr. Scott and bring them down to Sickbay. I want you down here, too."
        "Aye. Who shall I leave in charge?"
        "I don't care. Anyone who can handle it."
       "Alright, Captain." The wall unit turned off with a click. A minute later, the others walked out of the turbolift.
        "Alright, fellas, let's get down to business," Kirk said, rubbing his hands together. "This is going to be interesting."

((2079 words! This chapter surprised me immensely. I did not expect that plot twist. I have no idea what I'm writing anymore XD Well, keep on Trekkin'! [Across the universe sorry I had to XD]))