A/N I don't own Star Trek

This is my first Star Trek fanfiction which is also a one shot. I wrote this from an idea which struck me while listening to I need a doctor by and Eminem. Now I usually write HP stories so hopefully this will meet the level of trekkie fans.

Jim lay on the medical bay bed next to a prone Leonard McCoy. The pair of them had been tortured to the point of almost comatose states, Spock looked at the two crew members that he held dear to his heart silently wishing to be in their place instead. McCoy was relatively stable, apart from the low brain activity, his wounds had been medically treated and now required time to heal. Jim on the other hand was a completely different kettle of fish, his brain function was all over the place, one minute it spiked and then it would drop back to the comatose level. Treating him had been complicated without one of the nurses accidentally injected him with McCoy's hypo causing an allergic reaction on top of his failing vital organs and blood loss. It had happened during a moment of panic when the two crew returned to the star ship unresponsive and thought to be dead.

"Commander." One of the waiting nurses acknowledge his presence and passed him a PADD with the information he seeked about the Captain and CMO. He quickly scanned the report before turning on his heel and leaving the med bay, quickly striding to his room he turned the table over in a fit of rage before collapsing on the floor. 'I will not lose you again, either of you.'

xXx

Another week passed with Jim and Bones in precarious positions, the crew had been briefed on their conditions and slowly Jim started to recover from his own physical damage. Both men had lost finger and toe nails, teeth, had various broken bones and fractured facial structures on top of this Bones had managed to received a punctured lung and Jim's spleen had been ruptured. The pair had received various facial reconstruction along with teeth implants, which were real bone growing to match the medical record of each patient. Deep in his mind Bones was reliving his memories during star fleet, his first mission, the promotion of his best friend, the destruction from the wake of Khan, Spock, Scotty, Chekov, Sulu, Uhura, Watson, Marcus, Marshall...Jim. God that kid liked to get into more trouble than a cage fighter, he needed his own personal doctor scratch that his own med team. The CMO's memories then flashed to the latest incident and he was locked into his own living hell watching Jim being tortured and then receiving the same when Jim didn't talk. He was trapped in his own mind watching from a third persons view unable to help and forced to witness the pain, screaming, fear and defeat of them both. He needed to escape, he needed to get away from this, needed to save the captain and get them back on the ship. He needed to live, survive, to come back to life Jim needed him.

"Nurse Chapel come take a look at this Dr McCoy's mental activity has gone off the chart." The head nurse ran to the small life support room she had placed Kirk and McCoy in last week, skidding to a stop in front of the CMO assessing the information herself.

"Come on McCoy Jim needs you." She said before calling over some of the support staff to prepare injections for the CMO. As suddenly as the brain waves started they ceased returning to base level. "Nurse keep an eye on him."

"Bones." The word wasn't more than a whisper but it caused the two female medical staff to turn 180 to look at the Captain, he was motionless with a brain activity at the same level as the CMO's, shooting a concerned look at the nurse Chapel briskly walked out of the life support room towards the CMO's room.

Still stuck in his nightmare Bones watched as Jim received a form of electrocution torture the blonde haired man gritted his teeth as the probes made contact with his body but screamed when the shock hit him.

"JIM." Bones had all but yelled himself hoarse in the last ten minutes, he was weak and struggling to focus on reality. The pain in his chest burnt as he adjusted his body on the floor. Darkness was starting to invade his vision and he almost missed the final gasp his friend took "Jim don't you dare!" He launched himself from his knelt position in a ruthless attempt to reach his friend. His Klingon capture grinned at him before kicking him square in the chest bringing him to the floor gasping.

"Doctor, Doctor if you think I would let him go so easily..." The Klingon said before throwing cold water over the still body. Suddenly Jim gasped and sat up before regretting his decision and Bones watched as his pupils dilated and he blacked out. "Now as you are so willing to take Kirk's" he spat Jim's surname "place I am willing to oblige." He was roughly lifted to his feet and thrown towards the table before being forced down on to it. Fire burned in him and he threw all hell into high wind as launched himself at the grinning Klingon grabbing a knife from the medical tray and with what strength he had left he forced it into the bastards chest. The pair went down with a thud and Bones rolled over gasping for breath to look at his friend, suddenly one of his guards grabbed the unconscious man and held him up with a knife held to his stomach.

"NOOOOO." The Doctor sat up suddenly overwhelming himself with dizziness and confusion, the room around him was not that of the torture room. Panicking he rolled off the bed and crashed onto his hands and knees as pain erupted through his body causing him to bite his cheek to stop screaming out.. He dry heaved onto the floor as he felt pain stab from his chest, as soon as it passed he quickly dragged himself to his feet looking around for an exit. He took two steps towards it before he was forced to his knees again by dizziness and pain as darkness once again threatened to take him. "Jim." he muttered quietly and then heard the sound of feet.

"Dr McCoy what are you doing?" A female voice filtered into his brain but he ignored it still muttering the captains name trying to find his injured friend.

"Doctor I must implore you to stop before you hurt yourself more." He knew that voice and suddenly he felt a hand under his chin and was forced face to face with Spock, relief flooded his aching body but he needed to tell the hobgoblin about Jim, needed to save him.

"Jim...I..." Bones mumbled causing Spock to shoot him a look of concern. "He is...Klingon's...Jim." before he started to cry.

"Our Captain is safe Doctor." Spock lifted Bones back to his feet before carrying him to his bed. "Look to your right." He placed him on the bed while laying a hand on his shoulder to prevent the man doing any more harm to himself by trying to get to their friend. Bones turned his head and took in the form in front of him, taking a shaky breath he made a move to leave the bed again but Spock's well placed hand stopped him.

"Report." The doctor whispered not taking his honey eyes off the body beside of him, his heart filled with warmth at the sight of his best friend in the med bay.

"Doctor you need to rest." Spock started but he felt the body under him stiffen and felt the anger vibrating off the CMO. "The Captain is healing Doctor but he has not yet woken." The Vulcan said trying to assess the mental state of the man under his hand while trying to control his own emotions.

"McCoy I need you to rest, you have been through a lot, Jim too. The best way to help him is to heal." Chapel said while trying to calm her patient. Bones gave a very stiff nod but never took his eyes off Jim, his eye contact only broken when he lost his battle with sleep five minutes later.

"I fear you may have to restrain him Nurse." Spock mentioned as he looked at the man in the bed beside him, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. The female's jaw tightened at the idea but she would do it if he continued to pose a risk to his own health. "It would seem the CMO is as stubborn a patient as the Captain." The Vulcan stood looking at the pair for a further five minutes before leaving the room and heading to the bridge.

Bones awoke an hour later to muttering from the younger man beside of him, taking a quick calculating look around him he pulled himself up on the bed. His body screamed at him in protest but he had to check Jim himself, he needed to know he was alive...safe as Spock had put it. Deciding he would attempt to roll his bed over to the other he turned and gripped the work surface and pulled with as much strength as he could muster, the strain almost caused the southerner to pass out but he bit his lip to try and regain some control. Panting heavily he was relieved to see that the bed had rolled next to the other and he could now reach his friend, he stretched his left arm out his bandaged hand gripping onto the forearm of his best friend. "Bones...Leave him...Bones." McCoy could now hear the mumbling and he knew the Captain was in the same hell hole he had just surfaced from.

"Hey kid I'm here, come on kiddo wake up." He slurred his accent making his words almost unrecognisable. "Jim." He felt the arm under him twitch before the strain of moving the bed hit him in full force and he lost his grip on reality.

Blue eyes blinked open and were glad for the lights being low, trying to focus on the roof above him he was suddenly aware of another person near him with their hand on his arm. Grimacing he moved his head too weak to consider fighting off his guard, he was pleasantly surprised when he saw Bones beside of him before it turned to concern and panic. Quickly snapping his head back towards the roof and then the other side of the room he recognised his surroundings they were in the med bay of his ship "Bones." he mumbled but received no response, pulling himself together and gritting his teeth he shook his arm and bit back a scream at the pain in his arm reminding him of the various breakages and torn tendons. "Bones." he called hoarsely.

"Jim." A whisper returned his call and the Captain felt relief flood him before he smirked to himself letting his head fall onto the pillow.

"See I told you I'd get you into my bed." He closed his eyes trying to control the nausea he was feeling.

"Dammit Jim." Bones sighed unable to find the energy to argue back with the blonde haired man. Hearing the chuckle from the next bed he cracked a smile "Won't happen again." he slurred in response.

"I need my Doctor Bones. Who else would bring me back to life." Jim murmured as exhaustion hit him hard "Don't leave." His voice trailed off as he once again succumbed to unconsciousness.

"I would never Jim." Bones turned to lay on his side facing the now sleeping form of a man he admired. "Son of a bitch." He exclaimed as pain shot through him from his hip before he also was lost to the night.

Hope you enjoyed this.