Captain's Log, Stardate 2259.15
It's been a couple of days since the accident with the transporter, and there's no word from Spock. Mr. Scott says the transporter will be fully optional soon, but as Spock is completely off our sensors, we have no way of picking him up. To some extent, I feel guilty for what happened to him. Had I insisted more firmly on accompanying him, we would probably have been stranded together.
"See, what I don't understand, Jim, is why you seem to have promoted me to First Officer. Don't you have anyone else you can go to for advice? I've got real patients to take care off."
"Guess you're just the best, then. It's just, I don't know what to do. If something really has happened to him -"
Crackle. "Captain, we're receiving a signal from Mr. Spock's communicator. It's not very clear, but we might be able to locate him."
"That's great, Uhura? Can you get through to him or something?"
"Nope, it's just static." There was a slightly icy pause. "And it's Lieutenant Uhura, if you please." Another pause. "Captain."
"Well, it's better than nothing, Lieutenant. See if you can strengthen the signal any."
"I was doing that already, actually," she snapped back, and closed the connection. Kirk sighed.
"Cheer up, Jim. Looks like the situation's halfway resolved already. Once the transporters are back online, we'll have everything resolved in a jiffy, and it'll put Uhura in a better mood, too."
"I suppose… But I'm not even sure what all this damn barrier does. It completely screwed up the transporters the first time, what if it does it again?" He sighed again. "Spock's supposed to be the one who knows these kinds of things."