“What is it, Spock?” Captain Kirk asked from his precarious position beside the science officer's station.  The ship rocked violently and the gravity field generators struggled to keep the crewmen upright on the constantly shifting floor.

“Impossible to determine, Admiral,” the Vulcan reported.   He was holding the monitor shield with both hands and attempting to remain standing.

“Admiral?" Kirk queried, but he didn't have time to question the sudden promotion.  His ship was being battered, and he was helpless to determine how or why.

“No other vessels in the area,” reported Lieutenant Ilia from her position.  Ilia?  Kirk was startled to see the strange bald woman sitting at Chekov's station.

“Who?” he started to ask but a tremor threatened to flip him over the railing.  He looked for Bones to verify that he had seen a strange woman at navigation, but the generally present doctor was nowhere to be seen.  A sudden jar loosened Kirk from the railing and slapped him onto the deck.

His head swam as he started to sit up.  His ship--something happening to his ship!

“Dad, are you all right?”

Dad?   Kirk focused on a curly headed blond kid bending over him with a medical scanner.  Kirk closed his eyes.  

“Get Doctor Chapel up here!” the kid shouted.

“She's on her way,” relayed M'Ress.

Kirk could feel the deck swaying under him, and the sounds of the crew (his crew?) penetrated through the pain in his pounding skull.

“Captain!” Lieutenant Spock shouted from his station, “We seem to be in some sort of temporal storm.  I don't understand why it's not on the star charts!”

Kirk struggled to sit up and found Dr. Piper staring down at him.

“Who are you?” Piper asked.

“The captain!” Kirk roared through the racket.

“Yes?” answered Captain Decker from the command chair.

“Sir,” said Commander Uhura, “all decks are requesting instructions.”

Kirk ignored the strangers who came and went on the oddly tilted bridge.  “Have them batten down and remain at their posts.  Where's McCoy?”

“Here I am,” she said.  “What's the problem, Admiral?”

“Klingon vessel approaching!” screamed Chekov from the weapons console.  Weapons console?

“The storm is lessening, Admiral,” reported Captain Spock.

“What if it's just the eye of the storm?” asked Number One.  “We'll be trapped here forever.”

“If we go through the time storm again, will we survive?” asked Arex from his adjoining position.

“The Klingons are attacking!” screamed Commander Chekov.  Kirk glanced at the blank screen.  No Klingons were visible.

“We'll have to take our chances,” he decided.  “Full speed ahead!”

“Aye, aye, Admiral,” said Captain Sulu.  He fell to, and the momentarily stable vessel began once again to feel the force of the time winds.

“Spock—” Kirk was distracted as Chief Rand entered the bridge from the left elevator (left elevator?) and smiled at him.

“Yes, Captain?” the Vulcan responded.

“What's happening to us?  Who are these people?”

“Insufficient data at this time, Admiral.  I shall continue—”

“Klingons!” shrieked Lieutenant Commander Chekov.

“I'm so confused,” moaned Yeoman Rand.

“Uhura!” Kirk called.

“Yes, sir,” she replied from her communications console on the left side of the bridge.

“Yes, sir,” she replied from her communications console on the right side of the bridge.

“We're ... nae ... gonna... make ... it.” Scotty was out of breath from running to keep up with his constantly shifting engineering station.

“We've reached the point of maximum distortion,” reported Spock, taking the seat that suddenly appeared behind him.

“Uhura!” Kirk bellowed through the din, and before any of her could reply he said, “Launch record buoy.”

“Record buoy away,” someone reported.

Suddenly the viewscreen was ablaze with white light.  “Buoy destroyed, Captain,” reported one of the Spocks hunched over the science station.

“Captain,” Scotty said, “we canna take much more of this.  The transwarp drive is overheating.”

What the hell's a transwarp drive, wondered Kirk as he replaced Lieutenant Saavik at the command chair.

“Klingons—” Chekov began to scream.

“Shut up!” bellowed Kirk.  “Get me McCoy!”

“McCoy here,” came the familiar voice over the intercom.  “What the hell's goin' on?”

“Spock says we're trapped in some kind of time storm, and it's going to get worse before it gets better.  Do you have many injuries down there?”

“No, but we've got 57 doctors and one of then even claims to be my daughter!”

“Don’t feel bad, Bones.  I've met my son.  I'm surprised there aren’t little Spocks running around.”  He looked suspiciously at Lieutenant Saavik.

“Don’t even think it!”

“We're nearing the edge of the storm,” Gary Mitchell told the captain, and Mister Spock nodded in agreement.

“Klingons!” shrieked Ensign Chekov.

“Someone shoot that man,” ordered Kirk.  The ship's rocking was noticeably lessening.  People were fading before his eyes as the overlay of familiar but different bridges dissolved.

"Spock," Kirk asked, "what's happening?"

"We're out of the time storm, Captain.  The conjunction of all Enterprises past and future is breaking up.  We should be back to normal momentarily."

"That'll be something to see,” Doctor McCoy said upon his entrance to the bridge.

"Bones, how are things in sickbay?"

"Fine, Captain.  Why do you ask?"

"I thought someone would have been injured when the ship was knocked around."

"Ship knocked around?" repeated McCoy.

“It was?” asked Kirk.  “When?”

“I recommend immediate shore leave for both of you,” said Spock.  "All systems are normal." As he spoke his chair disappeared, and the dignified Vulcan landed with a thud on an undignified part of his anatomy.

"Klingons!" screamed Chekov.

"Yes," Kirk said with a deep sigh, "everything's back to normal."